Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 262: Villains in Cosplay

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Chapter 262: Villains in Cosplay

Velra stood near the terminal, tapping on the screen quickly.

Numbers scrolled by, lines of data flickered. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel-com

She turned toward Zain.

"Master... the tests are about to start. We need to change—now."

Zain smirked.

"Of course. Just give me the files."

Velra handed him a slim data card.

He held it up, gave her a quick nod, then turned his gaze upward.

System...

Hack us into the identities in these files.

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[Hack Initiation: Identity Override]

[Targets: Zain Zavathor | Velra Vantess]

[Effect: Change appearance, aura, and class data to match registered hero profiles]

[Assigned Identity: Kael Seryon (Ashblade – Rift Blade)]

[Visual Masking: Silver spiked hair, dull orange eyes, ember-lined coat, broken black sword]

[Class Masking: Royal Rank | Dimensional / Execution Type | Rift Blade]

[Assigned Identity: Syrel Vantayne (Whisperlash – Mirage Tamer)]

[Visual Masking: Snow-blonde braid, half-mask, light blue-white bodysuit, illusion pendant]

[Class Masking: Royal Rank | Illusion / Control Type | Mirage Tamer]

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Zain felt it first.

His muscles tensed. His chest burned.

His skin began to ripple, shifting as if the world was trying to rewrite him.

His black hair dulled into sharp silver spikes.

His red eyes dimmed into a deep, burnt orange.

Velra dropped to one knee beside him, gripping her chest.

Her soft moans turned into strained breaths as her body shrank slightly.

Her skin paled.

Her pink hair shifted into a glowing snow-blonde braid.

The illusion pendant around her neck began to glow, syncing with her heartbeat.

Her half-mask slid into place like it was always there.

Zain’s voice was calm, even as veins glowed across his arms.

"Endure it. Just a minute more."

Velra gritted her teeth.

"Yes, Master..."

Her body trembled, but she stayed kneeling, not falling.

Zain stood, cracking his neck as the ember-lined coat finished forming around him.

His sword shifted on his back.

Its sheath was now broken and black, humming with hidden dimensional energy.

Then, silence.

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[Status: Hack Complete]

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Velra slowly stood up, blinking. Her vision shifted.

She felt lighter, faster.

The whip at her side felt like an extension of her thoughts.

She looked at her hands, then at her reflection in the terminal glass.

"Master... I really changed. Even my thoughts feel different..."

Zain looked her over, his expression calm.

"That’s my power," he said.

"Not just looks. It aligns your aura and intent."

Velra smiled behind her mask.

"You really are amazing."

Zain nodded once.

"From now on... don’t call me Master during the test."

"Call me by my hero name."

She tilted her head.

"Ashblade?"

He turned, cloak shifting with him.

"Yes. And you?"

Velra stood tall, spinning her whip once around her wrist.

"I’m no longer the Velvet Demon."

She placed a hand on her chest.

"I am... Whisperlash."

Zain smirked.

"Good. Then let’s make our debut."

They walked side by side out of the data room, footsteps silent, new identities locked in.

The test field waited. And the game had just begun.

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Heat waves shimmered above the ground.

Cracked stone paths twisted between metal pillars and flame vents.

Virtual walls flickered in and out, mixing with the real terrain.

Artificial smoke drifted through the area, and distant explosions echoed as other groups ran their trials.

This was not a normal test ground.

This was where the Hero Association tested heroes against one of the worst threats possible.

The cultists from the Flame God Cult.

A large screen flickered to life above the course.

A voice rang out across the zone.

"All teams, attention. Sector 3 obstacle test is about to begin."

A woman stood on a hovering platform above the zone.

She wore a red cap with the Hero Association symbol, her eyes scanning the field below.

"I’m Test Leader Vora Dace. I’ll be watching your progress directly."

"This sector simulates a Flame God invasion."

"The heat is real. The enemies are mixed virtuals and drone hybrids."

"You are expected to survive, complete the course, and reach the exit point."

She paused.

"And yes, the temperature is rising on purpose."

A loud hiss echoed as vents opened and flame bursts shot out across the path.

The floor glowed faintly in certain areas—clearly unsafe to touch.

Below the platform, two new figures appeared at the zone entrance.

Ashblade stepped in first, silent, his eyes scanning the flames.

His silver hair caught the sunlight, dull orange eyes narrowing behind it.

Behind him, Whisperlash walked with a smooth, relaxed sway.

Her long braid swayed as she spun her whip loosely once, testing its balance.

They didn’t speak at first.

"Looks like we got lucky," Whisperlash said. "Sector 3, huh?"

Ashblade nodded. "Too lucky."

She looked around at the ruined terrain, the flickering walls, the heat rising like steam.

"This place is a mess."

"Exactly how the Flame God Cult likes it," Ashblade replied.

Other participants gathered nearby. Some stretched. Some paced nervously.

A few glanced at the newcomers but looked away quickly.

A loud beep came from above.

"All units: timer starts in 30 seconds," Vora’s voice echoed again.

"Obstacles include moving walls, collapsing bridges, delayed flame traps, and Ether Blasters."

"You will be scored by speed, teamwork, and condition upon exit."

Ashblade rolled his shoulders once.

Whisperlash adjusted her mask.

"Think we’ll get spotted?" she whispered.

"No," Ashblade said. "We blend. We act like we belong here."

Whisperlash grinned.

"Then let’s burn through this."

The countdown began on a red holographic screen:

5... 4... 3... 2... 1...

A horn blasted.

The ground shifted.

The test began.

Ashblade dashed forward without hesitation.

His sword stayed sheathed, but his eyes locked onto the nearest flame burst valve.

He leapt over it, sliding past a collapsing platform and rolled behind a broken drone turret.

Whisperlash split into three mirage copies the moment the run started.

All four figures moved separately, confusing the sensors.

She twisted through a narrow gap between two pillars.

Her real self flickered past a heat scanner before the wall could activate.

Vora narrowed her eyes from above.

"These two... they’re not just fast. They’re trained."

She tapped on the scanner panel.

Both profiles—Kael Seryon and Syrel Vantayne—looked normal.

She still frowned.

"Keep eyes on them."

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