Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 87: Best Day Ever!

The sun above BB-1 never truly dimmed.

It merely changed color.

Golden blue during the day, violet-orange during dusk, and a shimmering silver when night fell.

For once, Zain let himself relax.

Their first stop was a floating dessert bar suspended over a crystal-clear lake.

Zelia ordered glowing ice cream shaped like flowers.

Zain tried something called a "plasma swirl cake" that sparked lightly on his tongue.

Savra drank something cold and black with a suspiciously bitter scent.

"I don’t know how you eat that," Zelia said, licking her spoon.

Savra didn’t blink. "I’m used to poison testing."

Zelia almost choked.

They spent the afternoon hopping between attractions.

A zero-gravity room had them laughing as Zelia floated upside-down.

While Zain kicked off the walls like a bored cat.

In the holo-arcade, Zain crushed every score on the shooting games.

While Zelia got stuck in a rhythm game loop and refused to leave until she passed.

By early evening, they sat on a rooftop park watching a fireworks show.

Zelia lay on the grass, arms spread out.

"I think I’m actually happy."

Zain glanced down at her.

"You better be. We’re not doing this again for a long time."

Savra stood, stretching.

"Time to head in. The hotel’s not far."

Their reserved hotel tower shimmered silver and black, shaped like a twisted flame.

The suite was large—three separate rooms, full amenities, and a perfect view of the city skyline.

Zelia jumped into her bed and vanished under the covers instantly.

"Best day ever!"

She shouted from somewhere inside the blankets.

A second later, her breathing slowed.

Zain tilted his head slightly.

"She’s out already?"

Savra gave a faint smile.

"Seems like it."

She looked toward him, her usual expression returning.

"Time to go."

Zain blinked. "Go? Where?"

Savra stepped closer, slipping her coat back on.

"Your A-Rank qualification."

"You didn’t think we were going to wait until morning, did you?"

Zain’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"Now? It’s the middle of the night."

"BB-1 doesn’t sleep," Savra replied, tapping her wrist.

"The hero association operates 24/7. If you’re ready, we move."

He stared at her for a moment.

"You really don’t let people breathe."

"You had your whole day," she said with a smirk.

"Now back to reality."

Zain exhaled slowly, then turned and grabbed his coat from the nearby chair.

"I see... Then let’s get it over with."

Savra nodded.

"Good. The sooner we do this, the sooner you’ll stand among the real elites."

As they walked toward the exit, Zain glanced back once at Zelia’s sleeping form.

"She’s lucky she’s not part of this world."

Savra didn’t look back.

"She might be. But you? You’re deep in it now."

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They soon arrived at the towering Hero Association branch of BB-1.

As Zain and Savra entered, a humanoid robot greeted them at the front desk.

"Welcome. Please state your purpose."

Savra stepped forward.

"Rank-up evaluation. B-Rank hero codename: Heavenly Demon."

The robot paused, scanning the data.

A faint chime followed.

"Processing... Heavenly Demon. Registered less than one month ago."

"Confirmation required. Are you certain you wish to take the A-Rank test now?"

Savra looked at Zain. "Your call."

Zain smirked, stepping forward. "I’ll take it now."

The robot paused, then nodded.

"Acknowledged. Proceed to the left corridor. Testing chamber will be prepared."

The door on the side slid open.

They entered.

Inside stood a man already waiting.

Tall, muscular, with flaming red hair and a futuristic red combat suit.

He turned with a grin. "So you’re the new blood."

Zain raised an eyebrow.

"I’m Blazren, an A-Rank hero and your evaluator for tonight."

"But I gotta say... not even twenty, not even a month since registration... You sure about this?"

Zain shrugged. "Dead sure."

Blazren laughed.

"You only get one shot at the A-Rank test each year, kid. Screw this up, and it’s a long wait."

Zain’s smirk didn’t fade.

"Then I guess I won’t screw up." fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

Savra stepped aside.

"I’ll be observing."

Blazren cracked his knuckles.

"Good. Let’s see if the ’Heavenly Demon’ lives up to the name."

Without another word, flames erupted from both his fists.

Zain tilted his head. "Flame Hand?"

Blazren smirked.

"Flame Body. My entire body can ignite at will."

"Nice," Zain said calmly.

"Guess I’ll keep it simple."

He raised his right hand and coated it in flame.

"I’ll just start with Flame Hand then. Let’s see if you’re worth the hype."

Blazren raised an eyebrow.

"Confident, huh?"

"Arrogant," Savra muttered from the viewing area, arms crossed.

Blazren laughed.

"Okay, Heavenly Demon. Let me show you what an actual A-Rank fights like."

He lunged forward.

Zain didn’t move at first.

Then met the charge head-on.

Their fists clashed mid-air. Fire slammed against fire.

Sparks burst outward in a violent shockwave.

Neither moved.

Blazren grinned, still holding Zain’s fist in his.

"Not bad... you didn’t get blown back."

Zain narrowed his eyes. "Neither did you."

They leapt back simultaneously, landing in mirrored stances.

Blazren twirled his arm, reigniting both fists with brighter flames.

"Looks like your base power isn’t lacking."

Zain’s Flame Hand reignited, stronger now, pulsing like a heartbeat.

"I could say the same."

Blazren’s smile sharpened. "Then let’s not hold back."

He lunged again, faster this time.

Zain ducked the first flaming hook, pivoted on his heel, and slammed a sharp elbow into Blazren’s ribs.

Blazren grunted, twisted mid-motion, and threw a backhand engulfed in fire.

Zain leaned back just in time, the heat searing past his nose.

Zain responded instantly—stepping in and aiming a rising, flame-coated uppercut.

Blazren blocked with both forearms, skidding back as sparks exploded around them.

"Not bad!"

Blazren barked and surged forward with a spinning kick.

Zain caught the leg, gritted his teeth as the flames scorched his palm.

He then flung Blazren across the chamber.

Blazren flipped mid-air and landed smoothly, crouched low.

Zain charged this time.

He feinted left, ducked a jab, and drove a flaming fist into Blazren’s gut.

Blazren didn’t fall.

He wrapped his arm around Zain’s shoulder and returned the blow with a fire-infused knee to the ribs.

Both men were breathing hard, their fists singed and smoking.

They stepped back, fire crackling in both their hands, neither giving ground.