Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 65: VIP? Very Interrupted Passage

Zain’s eyes stayed on the cabin door for a moment.

Then he turned to Savra.

"You’re the one who’s been to BB-1 before."

"If something like this happens on a high-level border train... what does that tell you?"

Savra leaned back slightly, arms folded, thinking it through.

"If they had the guts to board a VIP line... They’re not small fry."

Zain nodded. "C-Rank?"

Savra shook her head.

"If this were inside the city, maybe. But we’re almost out of C-Zone range."

She glanced at the window.

"Which means we’re crossing into B-territory right now."

Zain’s eyes narrowed.

"So they’d need to be B-Rank minimum just to survive the checkpoint perimeter."

Savra nodded once.

"Exactly. And with guns involved... they’re not subtle. Either desperate or confident."

Zelia shifted in her seat. "So we’re talking... real villains?"

Savra looked at her.

"Not the kind you see on the news stealing wallets."

"These ones? They’re either targeting someone or planning something big."

Zain exhaled through his nose. "I see..."

His eyes narrowed toward the cabin door.

"But even so—they dared to disturb us."

He stood, cracking his knuckles. "I want to teach them a lesson."

Zelia immediately sat up straighter, frowning.

"Don’t do it, Zain. They’re different."

She looked toward Savra. "You said it yourself—they’re not weak."

Zain smirked. "Relax, sis."

He looked at Zelia, confident.

"I’m strong, remember? I beat Scavratt—an A-Rank. Crushed him until he blacked out."

He turned slightly, stretching his arms.

"B-Rank villains don’t scare me."

Savra chuckled.

"He’s not lying, Zelia. Your little brother’s got bite."

She motioned to the soft couch.

"Let him go show off. For us? We stay in here and relax."

Zelia glanced between them, still unsure.

"I see... but still—please be careful."

Zain gave her a cocky grin. "Don’t worry, sis."

Then, without warning, he turned toward the cabin mirror on the far wall.

And vanished.

Zelia blinked. "Wait, wh—?!"

Savra choked on her drink, coughing as liquid hit the table.

"Damn it," she muttered, wiping her mouth.

"Another ability I didn’t know about?"

She leaned closer to the mirror, grinning slightly.

"Interesting."

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Fortunately for Zain, the train was covered in mirrors.

Mirrors lined the hallway corners, restroom walls, and cabin panels.

They were installed for that modern luxury aesthetic the elites loved so much.

It made slipping through undetected easy.

Zain dove through one of the mirrors near the cabin sink.

On the other side, he emerged silently into a lounge car near the front of the train.

Gunfire had echoed from here.

He crouched immediately behind a velvet-lined sofa.

The shadow was deep enough to let him activate his stealth skill.

Fading in the Dark.

His presence dimmed. Body, breath, sound—gone.

He peered around the side of the couch, eyes narrowing.

There were two figures standing confidently in the center of the cabin.

A woman with short hair and tight leather gear stood casually.

One leg was lifted lazily as if ready to strike at any moment.

The other was a lanky man in a long coat, face unreadable, standing silent behind her.

Zain muttered under his breath.

"Leg-fighter... and a support type maybe."

Across from them was a train officer, sweating, holding a gun.

But something was off.

Zain frowned.

The officer’s hands were trembling.

His aim was slow and sluggish.

He fired once.

bang.

But the bullet went wild, embedding harmlessly into the wall.

The woman tilted her head and smiled.

A wide, sadistic grin.

Without a word, she stepped forward and flicked her leg once, then twice.

The kicks didn’t even touch the gun.

But—

SHRRRKT.

The firearm split clean in half.

The officer flinched, staring in disbelief.

Then—WHIP—WHIP—WHIP.

Three blindingly fast kicks—none of them seemed to land.

Zain’s eyes narrowed as he watched the officer collapse.

His throat was sliced cleanly from attacks that never physically connected.

"She didn’t even touch him... and still sliced straight through."

He focused, calling up his system.

"Let’s see your stats then... and your friend’s."

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[Name: Razorwaltz]

[Rank: B]

[Stats:]

[Str: C]

[Vit: C]

[Agi: A]

[Int: B]

[Low-Tier Abilities:]

[Blade Trace: leaves invisible slashing trails with each kick that cut after a short delay.]

[Blood Sync: boosts reflexes slightly while bleeding.]

[Mid-Tier Ability:]

[Waltz Zone: enhances her agility while slowing enemy reactions within a 10-meter radius.]

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[Name: Impakto]

[Rank: B]

[Stats:]

[Str: C]

[Vit: B]

[Agi: B]

[Int: A]

[Low-Tier Abilities:]

[Impact Tag: plants an explosive mark that detonates after 1–2 seconds.]

[Sound Drown: silences a 5-meter area to block sound and movement noise.]

[Mid-Tier Ability:]

[Phase Charge: phases through walls and triggers an explosion on exit.]

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Zain’s lips tightened.

"I see..."

"No wonder she can slice through without touching."

"Her kicks paint razor trails, and her zone slows everyone else down."

He shook his head slightly.

"Basically, anyone who steps into her range becomes food for her."

His gaze flicked toward the thin man.

"And him... another damn explosion type."

He exhaled sharply through his nose.

"Seriously. What’s with all the detonation freaks lately?"

"I’ve already dealt with Flicker, Ruckle, and Blast. All blast-style psychos."

Zain’s fingers flexed silently in the shadows.

"Fine... Let’s just finish this."

He reached under his coat and pulled out his handgun.

He slid a bullet into the chamber, made from his blood.

But just before pulling the trigger, a thought came to him.

"Wait a minute..."

He narrowed his eyes at the two villains.

"They’re both B-Rank. If I mutate them—"

A grin crept across his face.

"Maybe I can push them into A-Rank. Then absorb them for way more Hack Points." freewebnøvel.com

His tone dropped to a whisper.

"Let’s see if my ability can rewrite your rank."

Zain took a breath and infused the bullet with Impact Tag and Blast Breath.

He aimed toward the thin man standing behind Razorwaltz.

"You look weak... and I hate explosion types."

He smirked. "That means you go first."

He locked on, finger tightening over the trigger.

"Oh, and thanks for activating Sound Drown," he whispered.

"You won’t hear a thing."

Click—BOOM.

The shot fired, silently through the suppressed room.

The bullet was invisible in the dim light, hissing through the air toward Impakto’s chest.

But just before impact—

WHIP—THWIP.

Razorwaltz suddenly turned.

Her leg moved up in a wide, beautiful arc.

without even touching the bullet.

Zain’s eyes widened.

BOOM—!

The bullet exploded midair.

Detonated several feet from Impakto, who staggered back in shock.

"The hell—?!" Impakto hissed, looking around.

Razorwaltz stepped in front of him, eyes narrowing.

"There’s a hero here."

Zain clicked his tongue.

"Tch... damn it."