Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 70: Thought Too Hard and Passed Out

Unseen in the corner of the cabin.

Deep in the shadow of the upper rail.

Zain crouched silently.

He had been there since Razorwaltz’s second kick.

Watching. Measuring. Waiting.

His gaze flicked between the two as the room pulsed with tension.

He grinned faintly.

"Wow..." he muttered to himself.

"To think this voluptuous psycho is actually smart."

He tilted his head slightly.

He watched Razorwaltz’s foot slice through the air again.

"She read his abilities mid-fight."

"Predicted the function of both Core Seal and Cerebral Sync."

He let out a breath of amusement.

"Didn’t even flinch when he offered money."

"Guess she’s really out here playing for reputation."

Zain’s eyes drifted to the bloodied professor.

His glasses cracked, coat torn, standing just barely.

"And you..."

He activated a silent scan through his system.

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[Name: Kael]

[Rank: B]

[Stats:]

[Str: C]

[Vit: C]

[Agi: C] freewēbnoveℓ.com

[Int: A]

[Low-Tier Abilities:]

[Data Bind: generates floating energy lines that can bind light targets or disarm enemies.]

[Mental Echo: replays the last 10 seconds of motion or energy in a small area.]

[Core Seal: emits a short-range field that blocks activation of new abilities for 3 seconds.]

[Mid-Tier Abilities:]

[Neural Override: cancels any low-tier ability before it activates by emitting a mental disruption pulse]

[Cerebral Sync: accelerates mental processing for 10 seconds, allowing predictive analysis and perfect tactical awareness.]

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Zain’s smirk deepened.

"Interesting setup."

"Highly technical. Pure reaction-and-timing play... but—"

His eyes flicked back to the professor’s bruised ribs and trembling hand.

"...your body’s too weak to use it properly."

He leaned into the shadow a little more, grinning.

"Strategy with no structure. A great brain in a failing frame."

He looked back at Razorwaltz, who was stretching for her final sprint.

"And she—well. She’s about to go all in."

Zain exhaled.

"Let’s watch what happens next, shall we?"

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Razorwaltz crouched low, foot drawn back like a coiled spring.

She forgot her bleeding side, locking her eyes on her target.

"You did good figuring out the tempo’s slipping."

"Now... I’ll just kill you before it collapses."

The area glowed faintly.

The Waltz Zone compressing tighter around her.

The cabin seemed to warp with each breath she took.

"This is it, professor,"

Her voice laced with excitement.

"I’m going all in."

She kicked off the ground, disappearing in a blur.

At that same instant.

The professor’s pupils dilated.

He re-engaged Cerebral Sync, this time at full capacity.

The strain made blood trickle from his nose immediately.

Think!

Counter every possibility.

Her angle is high.

Sliding from the left?

No, wait, a feint?

No, low pivot incoming.

Use the metal table edge for deflection?

Or reverse-bind with a ricochet?

He calculated thirty-nine defensive options in under a second.

Then forty more.

Then eighty.

He saw variations of her attack from every possible opening.

She hadn’t even touched him yet.

But his brain was already drowning in anticipation.

He was building counterplays into counter-counterplays.

His body didn’t even move.

Razorwaltz’s kick stopped just short of his face, heel spinning.

She blinked in confusion.

"What the hell are you doing?"

The professor wobbled slightly... eyes still wide open.

Then he swayed forward.

Collapsing headfirst into the floor with a heavy THUD.

Silence.

Razorwaltz stood over him, one brow raised.

"...Did he just—?"

Zain, still hidden, snorted through his nose.

He couldn’t hold it.

He grinned.

"...He overthought himself into unconsciousness."

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Razorwaltz stood over the professor’s motionless body.

Her heel hovered just above his temple.

One push.

One twitch of her foot, and it would all be over.

But she paused.

Her leg lowered slightly.

"Tch..."

She looked down at him.

He was battered and unconscious.

Mouth bleed, eyes opened but unfocused.

"I used too much energy for that fight."

"If I kill him now..."

Her lips curled into a small frown.

"They’ll chase me."

"Heroes, associates, maybe even government dogs."

"Trying to ’avenge the professor.’"

She stepped back.

"Not worth it. Let’s just leave him."

Her eyes flicked toward the window as a distant explosion echoed through the train.

"Impakto’s still berserking up front. That alone will keep their attention busy."

She turned toward the briefcase.

It was still connected to his wrist before slowly fading.

"Besides... He already saw my face."

She smirked.

"But maybe that’s not a bad thing."

Her boot clicked against the floor as she walked to the door.

"A little infamy goes a long way in this business."

She reached for the cabin handle, chuckling under her breath.

"Heheheh..."

But before her fingers touched the door.

A shadow appeared in front of her.

Smooth. Silent.

A man now blocked the exit.

One hand in his coat pocket, the other resting lazily at his side.

Zain smiled.

"Going somewhere, Miss Long Leg?"

Razorwaltz’s eyes narrowed.

"Who the hell are you?"

"How did you even get here so fast?"

Zain tilted his head slightly, eyes glinting.

"I’m a B-Rank hero, Heavenly Demon."

He tapped the side of his neck lazily.

"I wasn’t fast. I was already here."

"I’ve just been watching you fight in the dark the whole time."

Razorwaltz’s expression twisted.

"You’re a hero—and you just watched?"

"I could’ve killed that professor."

Zain shrugged. "But you didn’t."

He smirked.

"And the result’s the same. He’s still alive—unconscious, but breathing."

She clicked her tongue, clearly irritated.

"Tch. Damn it."

She never sensed him. Not once.

And now she was bleeding, drained, and boxed in.

"You better move."

She growled, shifting her stance again.

"Or else—"

Zain’s eyes narrowed.

"What?"

He vanished.

Quick Step—

And crack.

His knee slammed straight into her injured side.

"GAAH—!"

Razorwaltz cried out, stumbling and collapsing against the doorframe.

Zain stood over her, his voice low and amused.

"What’re you going to do with that battered body of yours?"

He tilted his head slightly, smirk widening.

"You think I’m afraid of an injured bitch?"

Razorwaltz gritted her teeth, one hand pressing against her side.

She tried to push herself up.

But her leg buckled again.

She didn’t respond.

Because she didn’t know what to say.

She was out of breath.

Out of tempo. Out of backup.

Zain crouched beside her.

His elbows rested on his knees, eyes watching her like a predator.

"What should I do with you, huh?"

He leaned in just a little closer, his voice dropping into a whisper.

"You lost the briefcase. You lost the kill. You lost the fight."

He let the words hang.

"Wanna try losing anything else?"