Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem

Savra was the first to speak.

She paused, her eyes narrowing for a while, confident smile curved her lips.

"Zain… I already told you once. When the day came that you surpassed me, I'd become your slave."

She stepped closer, meeting his gaze without hesitation. "So now, whether you ask or not, I'm ready to be rewritten by you. But..."

She tilted her head, her smile sharpening, "You'd better give me something related to flame. I've wielded fire for as long as I can remember. It's in my blood."

Zain's smirk deepened. "Good to know, Savra. Don't worry… I'll give you an ability so strong that even your current flames will feel like candlelight in comparison."

His attention shifted, his gaze softening just slightly as it landed on Zelia.

"And you, big sister… what about you? What do you think about joining my Sect now?"

He leaned back against the throne arm, his tone calm but unwavering.

"It's more like becoming my slave, yes… but you'll always be my big sister. I won't disturb you or strip away who you are."

Zelia's expression didn't change immediately. She folded her arms, eyes thoughtful.

"Let me think for a while. I want to see exactly how you rewrite their power first."

Zain chuckled low, his smirk returning. "Fair enough. Watch closely, big sister… and think it over."

Zelia gave a single nod, her sharp gaze never leaving him.

She folded her arms, leaning casually against a wooden pillar as if settling in for a show.

Meanwhile, Velra was already walking forward, hips swaying deliberately until she stopped in front of him.

Zain held out his hand. "Give me your collar."

Without hesitation, Velra reached up, unclasped the glowing band from her neck, and placed it in his palm.

Savra raised a brow. "So that's how you rewrite our powers… with that collar."

"No wonder you use it. I thought it was just your strange fashion choice."

Velra smirked. "Well… it is stylish. And also, wearing it keeps the wrong men and women from trying their luck."

Savra chuckled. "True enough. That kind of collar means you've already been claimed."

Zain turned the collar in his hand, his voice even. "This is more than just a claim. It's a medium, a tool for channelling the new abilities."

"Don't worry, as even if it's destroyed, the bond and the power I give you will remain inside you."

Savra and Zelia exchanged glances and nodded in understanding.

Zain looked back at Velra. "What do you want? Keep your current power, or go in a new direction?"

Velra's smile sharpened. "I still love using poison and corrosive ether, especially coating my legs with it."

"My kicks are my signature. But this time… I want my entire body to be a weapon. Fists, elbows, knees, etc. And…"

She let the word linger, her voice lowering. "This time I wanted to use a whip."

"There's nothing quite like lashing it across the weak and listening to them scream."

Zain's smirk widened. "So you want a body completely wrapped in poisonous ether, plus whip-based abilities to fuel your… sadism."

Velra tilted her head, eyes glinting. "Exactly."

Zain turned to the pulsing red-and-black Sect interface.

[Member Registered: Velra Vantess]

[Collar Equipped: Velvet Demon Collar]

[Proceed with Ability Creation?]

Zain's smile deepened as he turned back to the interface.

"Let's start with the first one… something like mine, but made for you."

His fingers hovered over the glowing commands.

"I'll call it [Velvet Demon God]. With this, you'll be able to absorb any form of energy and convert it into Velvet Demon Ether."

"It will constantly strengthen your body, every second, every breath… and serve as the fuel for all your other abilities."

[Ability Created: Velvet Demon God]

[Effect: Absorbs any form of energy and converts it into Velvet Demon Ether. Constantly strengthens the body and fuels other abilities.]

Zain smirked. "Next… the second ability, [Velvet Demon Ether]."

His eyes glinted as the details formed on the interface.

"This won't be just poisonous and corrosive ether."

"No… it will invade the enemy's body and heighten their sensitivity far beyond normal, turning them into perfect prey for a sadist like you."

He tapped the screen, adding more parameters.

"You'll also be able to shape this ether into any torture device you want: whips, chains, needles, whatever suits your mood."

"And, of course, you can coat your entire body in it, making every physical strike more devastating and impossible to ignore."

[Ability Created: Velvet Demon Ether]

[Effect: Produces poisonous and corrosive ether that increases the target's sensitivity. Can form torture devices and coat the body to enhance physical attacks.]

Zain's smirk widened. "And finally… the third ability. A proper domain. Most Supremes have one, and you'll need yours."

He began typing into the red-and-black interface. "I'll call it [Velvet Demon Zone]."

The image on the screen shifted, showing a dark, mist-filled arena tinged with violet light.

"In this zone, every cry, whether from pain or from pleasure, will feed your strength."

"The louder and more desperate they are, the faster you grow stronger."

"And also their bodies will betray them as nerve sensitivity will rise until they can't even move without trembling."

He glanced at Velra, his tone low and deliberate.

"This will be your hunting ground. Once they're inside, they won't be able to tell the difference between agony and ecstasy…"

"And that confusion will make them helpless before you."

The system finalised the description:

[Ability Created: Velvet Demon Zone]

[Effect: Within this domain, every scream of pain or pleasure empowers Velra. Enemy sensitivity rises further, making them helpless.]

Zain's smirk deepened as he looked over the three abilities he had crafted for Velra.

"Perfect… absolutely perfect," he murmured, crimson eyes glinting with satisfaction.

"These abilities fit you like a second skin."

He could already picture it, the way enemies would crumble when they stepped into her reach.

Their strength would be weakened under her poison, their minds shattering in her domain.

They wouldn't just lose the fight… they'd be reduced to toys, helpless playthings for her to break at her leisure.

The thought alone made his grin widen.

Anyone foolish enough to stand against Velra would face a fate far worse than death.