Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 69: How to Get Kicked by a Genius

Razorwaltz’s eyes gleamed with focus as she shot forward.

She didn’t activate Blade Trace this time.

She didn’t need it.

The ability had been locked out by the professor’s earlier interference.

She wasn’t stupid enough to risk triggering it again.

Instead, she relied solely on Waltz Zone.

A thin energy spread across the cabin floor, invisible but suffocating.

Her world sped up.

Faster muscles. Faster nerves. Faster thought.

"Don’t blink, professor," she whispered, eyes flashing.

"I want you awake for this."

Her foot whipped forward in a clean arc.

It was aimed for his ribs this time.

Not with energy slash.

But with a hidden retractable blade built into the toe of her heel.

The professor ducked low and slid back.

He narrowly dodged the first strike.

But even as he dodged, he felt it—

His reactions were slower.

It wasn’t just his legs.

His mind.

Everything had dulled inside the zone.

Damn it.

I’m degrading in every measurable function...

My brain can’t calculate fast enough to keep up with hers in this field.

He clenched his teeth and whispered, "Cerebral Sync."

His eyes dilated.

Time slowed.

He could now think of dozens of counters at once.

A thousand calculations unfolded in a second.

He analyzed the air, her posture, foot angles, pivoting tendencies.

He saw seven different possible moves from her current stance.

He mapped out three shooting angles.

Calculated the recoil, reload rate, dodge paths.

And yet—

It wasn’t enough.

As soon as he moved to execute the most optimal path—

SLAM!

Her foot was already there.

She had dodged before he even moved.

Before his brain finished the command.

"Slower than your own theory, huh?"

She taunted with a giggle.

"You should’ve stayed asleep, professor."

A kick whistled past his face, slicing a thread from his coat collar.

Another jab hit his side.

Just the edge.

But it knocked him back into the wall with a painful thud.

She’s warping the field too well. I can’t time anything.

Every second inside this zone puts me further behind...

Waltz Zone wasn’t just physical.

It accelerated her mind as well.

She was thinking faster than he was, even under Cerebral Sync.

The professor coughed and barely brought his gun up in time.

He wanted to parry her next kick.

It was one that curved downward like a falling axe.

His hand stung from the impact.

His aiming speed was down.

Reflexes—down.

Every part of him that required speed was crippled.

I designed tools to measure brilliance.

To overcome chaos.

But right now—I’m inside someone else’s equation...

He panted, mind racing, pain flaring in his ribs.

She’s faster.

She’s smarter than she looks.

And in this zone—

I’m at a fundamental disadvantage.

Across from him, Razorwaltz landed lightly on the floor.

She smiled.

"You’re still standing. Good."

"I want to beat that brain while it’s still calculating."

She flicked her leg once—click.

The blade in her heel gleamed red.

"I’ll carve your intellect into the wall."

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Razorwaltz lunged again.

Her heel-blade spinned mid-air as she struck in a high-speed spiral.

The professor rolled to the side, gun up in desperation.

BANG!

The shot cracked through the air—this time, it hit.

Directly into her side.

The bullet pierced cleanly.

But shallow.

Razorwaltz hissed as blood splattered against the cabin wall.

Her spin faltered.

Just a half step.

But she landed smoothly, hand clutching her waist.

The professor exhaled, shoulders sagging.

But then—

Her smirk returned.

Her muscles tensed.

And her aura pulsed sharper.

"What—?"

The professor frowned.

She looked back at him, licking a speck of blood from her lip.

"Hurts... But now I’m looser," she said with a laugh.

"Body’s warmed up. Reaction time’s even better."

She surged forward.

Faster.

The professor raised his weapon again.

But her next kick cracked the frame of his pistol, sending it flying.

His eyes widened as a roundhouse forced him backward again.

She’s getting faster?!

"She’s accelerating," he muttered.

"Off pain response? Is she syncing to her own momentum?"

Another jab struck his thigh.

Then a kick clipped his shoulder.

He was bleeding now, his coat torn, one side of his glasses cracked.

"Out of tricks, professor?"

She teased, dancing around him like a blur.

"Don’t worry. You’ll die in your zone of study."

"You like systems, right? Let me break yours apart—bit by bit."

The professor’s thoughts churned violently.

Core Seal? She’s too fast now.

Neural Override’s done its part.

Cerebral Sync isn’t enough anymore.

I have nothing left...

Another strike slammed into his ribs, sending him crashing into the corner wall.

He coughed blood.

Razorwaltz took her time walking toward him.

The blade gleamed in the light.

"Any last mental note you want me to carve on your tomb?"

But just as she raised her leg for the final strike—

Flicker.

The shimmer around the area faltered.

For just a second, her form jolted.

Her speed slowed.

Her balance shifted.

The professor blinked.

Then he noticed it.

The edge of the Waltz Zone.

It’s once seamless field of accelerated space.

It was glitching at the edges.

"...You’re losing control."

He began to smile with his bloodied lips.

Razorwaltz’s foot froze mid-air.

Her expression twitched.

"What?"

The professor slowly stood, coughing, hand pressed to the wall.

"You pushed it too long. That kind of sustained acceleration, especially with that injury..."

He nodded toward her bleeding side.

"It’s breaking you down faster than you realized."

He smiled faintly, eyes sharpened behind the fractured lens.

"You’ve outrun your own tempo."

Razorwaltz’s smirk twitched into a slight frown as she heard it.

"Tch... as expected of the professor."

She stepped back slightly, hand still on her side.

"You would notice something like that."

Her eyes locked onto his face.

"But if that’s the case..."

She cracked her neck.

"Then I’ll just pour everything I have into killing you now."

The professor’s smile faded instantly.

His body stiffened.

Damn it... she’s right.

Even if the zone’s breaking.

She can throw one last strike with full acceleration.

Razorwaltz stretched her leg slowly.

She let her heel click against the floor.

"Get ready now, professor."

"I’m coming."

The professor swallowed.

His body was exhausted.

His thoughts were fraying.

He had one second to move, maybe two.

"...Damn it."