Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem

Inside the stronghold, the four Supremes sat in silence.

The Hero Supreme tapped his fingers against the table, his brow furrowed.

"The ones we sent out are our elites. If even they cannot handle those two…"

"Then this Heavenly Demon Sect may truly be as strong as they claim."

The Beastman Supreme leaned forward, his claws scraping lightly across the stone surface.

"Hmph. Don't tell me you're doubting them already."

"Those elites are top fighters, stronger than most of our own guards."

"If they win, then those arrogant women will be dragged back here in chains."

The Mage Supreme shook her head slowly, her staff resting against her shoulder.

"And if they lose? What then?"

"That will mean these so-called demons are powerful enough to match, or even surpass, what we expected."

The Cultivator Supreme kept his eyes closed, speaking calmly.

"If the elites fall, then we will know the truth. And at that point…"

"We will not be able to treat them lightly. It will mean they are worth negotiating with."

The Hero Supreme's eyes narrowed, his tone sharp. "Negotiating? Are you saying we should bow to them?"

The Cultivator Supreme opened his eyes, staring at him.

"No. I am saying we must be careful. If they are strong enough, we speak. If not, we strike."

The Beastman Supreme smirked, his fangs showing.

"Exactly. If those two demons lose, then we have proof they are weak and we can kill them here and now without hesitation."

The Mage Supreme sighed, gripping her staff tighter.

"Either way, the battle outside will decide. Our next step depends on what happens in the next few moments."

The four Supremes fell silent again.

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Outside the stronghold, the two demons appeared again.

Savra dragged the Hero and the Cultivator elites, both unconscious, their armor scorched and cracked.

Velra followed behind, pulling along the Mage and the Beastman.

Savra looked at the Beastman, his body covered in wounds.

He was unconscious, his breathing rough.

But then her eyes shifted to the Mage and she raised an eyebrow.

The woman was also passed out, but her face wore a strange smile, her lips curved as if she had enjoyed it.

Savra frowned. "…What did you do to her?"

Velra smirked. "Oh, nothing much. I just shifted her senses inside my [Velvet Demon Zone]."

"I made her feel every lash as both pain and pleasure."

She leaned closer, chuckling softly. "So every time I whipped her, she screamed."

"Not just in pain… but in pleasure too. And when it became too much for her, she collapsed from it."

Savra blinked in surprise, staring at the Mage's strange expression. "…You're insane."

Velra only smiled wider, her rose-colored eyes playful. "Maybe. But she enjoyed it more than she should have."

Savra shook her head, then gestured to the Hero and the Cultivator she had brought.

"And what about these two? They don't look so burned on the outside."

She dropped the Hero's shield with a clang and pushed the Cultivator's limp body forward.

"Their abilities were all about defense. The Hero's [Aegis Bastion] and the Cultivator's [Iron Body Array] kept them standing for a while. But my flames aren't normal."

Savra raised her hand, a crimson flame sparking in her palm.

Her eyes glowed faintly as the fire twisted unnaturally.

"This is [Infernal Demon Ether]. It burns not only the body, but the soul."

"The pain from soul-burning is far more intense."

"They lasted for some time, but in the end, the agony overwhelmed them and they passed out."

Velra laughed softly, looking over all four fallen elites. "Then that means our little demonstration is finished."

"What do you think the True Supremes will say when they see their best fighters thrown back like this?"

Savra smirked, tossing the Hero's body at the ground with a dull thud.

"I don't know what they'll say. But I do know this... After today, they can't underestimate us anymore."

Velra chuckled and turned her gaze toward the stronghold walls.

She cupped her hands around her mouth and shouted.

"Hey, you old bastards! The leaders of this stronghold! Come out already!"

"Your elites were so weak they couldn't even last a few minutes against us."

She cracked her whip against the ground with a loud snap.

"So what now? Do we need to come in and drag you out ourselves?"

Inside the stronghold, the four Supremes stiffened as Velra's voice thundered across the courtyard.

The Mage Supreme gripped her staff tightly. "Already? They finished the elites this quickly…?"

The Hero Supreme clenched his fists, his face grim. "Those were our best fighters."

"If they were defeated so easily, then these women… are far stronger than we imagined."

The Beastman Supreme slammed his fist into the table, leaving cracks across its surface.

"Damn it! To think they humiliated our elites like this—"

The Cultivator Supreme interrupted calmly, though his eyes were sharp.

"It doesn't matter how we feel. What matters is clear: we can't treat the Heavenly Demon Sect lightly."

For a moment, silence filled the chamber. Then, together, the four Supremes rose from their seats.

Their auras pressed outward, shaking the air as they stepped toward the gates.

Outside, Savra and Velra stood waiting, their smirks never left their faces.

The gates opened, and at last, the four True Supremes walked out to face them.

The Hero Supreme's eyes narrowed as he looked at the two women standing confidently among the fallen elites.

"So… you are the Infernal Demon and the Velvet Demon. The names we've been hearing."

The Beastman Supreme bared his fangs, his voice rough.

"What is it that you two want? Why come here and cause this scene?"

Velra smiled, twirling her whip lazily around her hand as she met their gazes without fear.

"What do we want? I've already said it before."

She pointed toward the unconscious elites lying in the dirt.

"I told the ones we met in the Core that the Devil Nest no longer belongs to you."

"From now on, it is the territory of the Heavenly Demon Sect."

Her smirk widened as she cracked her whip against the ground with a loud snap that echoed off the walls.

"So it's quite simple. We want you to pack up and scram. Leave this place, or we'll make sure you do."

Savra crossed her arms, crimson flames flickering faintly around her body.

She added with a calm, confident tone. "This isn't a negotiation. It's a warning."