Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 270: Zain’s Revenge Tour

Zain stood still.

His arm was scratched. His shoulder ached. But he didn’t move.

Ahead, the Sword Emperor floated gently back to the ground.

His feet didn’t make a sound as they touched the dust.

He looked at Zain with sharp, calm eyes.

"So this is what replaced me?" the Sword Emperor said.

"A broken boy playing with power he doesn’t understand?"

Zain said nothing.

The Heavenly Demon let out a short laugh.

"Look at you," he said, stepping forward with slow, heavy steps.

"Still standing like you’re someone important."

He tilted his head.

"Still acting like you belong in this art. In this title."

Zain’s fingers twitched slightly, but he kept them at his sides.

"You think stealing the Heavenly Demon Art makes you worthy of it?" the old man said.

"You were just a tool. A lost dog I pulled from the mud."

The Sword Emperor joined in.

"Even now, your posture is off. Your breathing’s uneven. You don’t carry the weight of the blade."

Zain glanced at him for a moment, then looked away again.

"Do you know what true swordsmanship is?" the Sword Emperor continued.

"It’s not slashing. Not power. It’s control. And you have none."

The Heavenly Demon sneered.

"And will? Hah. You couldn’t handle half of what I gave you back then."

"Now you think you can stand in front of me like an equal?"

He stopped a few steps away from Zain.

"You didn’t kill me. You just caught me off guard."

Zain’s jaw tightened. His hands curled into fists, slow and silent.

The Sword Emperor’s voice grew colder.

"You should’ve stayed in the shadows, Zain."

"Pretending to be a hero suits you more than pretending to be a demon."

Zain looked at both of them now.

His eyes calm. But behind them—a storm.

They were trying to get inside his head.

And for a second, maybe they did.

But that second passed.

And Zain didn’t take the bait.

He tilted his head slightly, a slow smirk forming.

"You old men still don’t get it," he said. "We’re not in the same world anymore."

The wind picked up around him.

"You’re both already dead."

The Heavenly Demon narrowed his eyes.

The Sword Emperor raised a brow.

Zain lifted his hand.

Cracks of energy ran through his arms.

He clenched his fist.

"You think you can mock me," Zain said, "when I already buried both of you with my own hands?"

The air around him snapped.

And then, he took a step forward.

[Heavenly Demon Body]

A red aura exploded around his form. His wounds glowed instead of bleeding.

The pain he’d taken—the hits, the scratches—they started to burn like fuel.

His skin darkened slightly, his veins glowing red like magma threads.

His presence felt heavier. Like gravity had doubled in that one step.

The Heavenly Demon clicked his tongue.

"You dare use that technique in front of me?"

Zain looked up at him.

"It’s not yours anymore."

He blurred forward.

The ground cracked beneath his feet.

The Sword Emperor lifted his hand.

[Heavenly Thread Slash]

Blades of wind flew toward Zain again, faster than before.

Dozens of clean, shining arcs.

But this time, Zain didn’t dodge.

He stepped through them.

Each cut hit him, but none of them stopped him.

His aura burned brighter.

[Demon Pain Conversion] triggered inside his body.

Every cut just made him stronger.

The Heavenly Demon rushed in to meet him.

[Demon Palm – Mountain Crasher]

He struck again with a heavy blow to Zain’s chest.

Zain slid back only slightly.

But this time... he didn’t stumble.

He smiled.

"Is that all?"

He rushed forward again.

His fist met the Heavenly Demon’s block.

But the force behind it was different now.

The old demon grunted, feet grinding into the ground.

Zain followed with a spinning knee to the gut, then swept the leg.

The Heavenly Demon hit the ground hard.

Dust shot upward.

The Sword Emperor tried to intercept.

[Hundred Petal Draw]

Dozens of blade slashes shot from the floating sword.

Zain didn’t dodge this time either.

He leapt into the attack, twisting mid-air.

Each blade that hit him made his aura flare brighter.

He landed in front of the Sword Emperor.

Their eyes met.

Zain grinned.

Then he struck.

A punch so fast it warped the air around it.

It hit the Sword Emperor in the chest, cracking his robes and sending him flying backward through the air.

Zain landed smoothly.

He stood between both of them again—his coat torn, body burning with red energy.

His voice was calm now.

"This power... it’s not just from pain."

He looked down at his fists.

"It’s everything you gave me."

He looked up.

"And I turned it into something stronger."

The Heavenly Demon stood again, slower this time.

The Sword Emperor floated back down, silent.

Zain’s aura flared once more.

The storm inside him wasn’t holding back anymore.

"No more running."

He stepped forward again.

"No more hiding."

He pointed to both of them.

"And no more ties."

His voice was steady. Each word felt like a cut.

Then his eyes locked on the old Heavenly Demon.

He took a slow step forward.

"I’m starting with you."

The wind around him grew heavier.

"You think I forgot?"

Zain’s fingers curled into fists.

"You think dying once was enough?"

He kept walking, not fast—just steady.

"You got a quick death last time. Too quick."

He stopped just a few meters in front of him.

"I should’ve made it hurt."

He lifted his chin, eyes burning with red light.

"You gave me hell. You broke my body. You turned my life into something worse than death."

His voice didn’t shake. It didn’t rise.

It just got colder.

"So now..."

He took one more step.

"I’ll return it."

He raised his right hand, the red aura flaring again.

"But not fast. Not clean. Not like last time."

He stared into the old man’s eyes.

"This time, I’m going to end you slowly."

He dropped his hand.

"Pain for pain."

Then he glanced at the Sword Emperor.

"And don’t worry. You’re next."

The two enemies didn’t move.

The wind kept blowing.

Zain stood there—calm, steady, burning from the inside.

He wasn’t just here to win.

He was here to erase what they had left behind.

And when the next move came...

He’d be ready.

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