Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 44: Plot Armor vs Bloodshot!

Zain stared at his hand.

His fingers tightened.

Then—slice.

He swung a sharp knife into his palm.

Blood flowed instantly, warm and thick.

He held it steady.

"...One last round."

He breathed slowly over the open wound.

His breath glowed faint red—Blast Breath activating.

The blood twisted, forming midair.

Condensing.

Hardened.

Click.

A small, pulsing blood bullet materialized in his hand.

It radiated heat from within, the inside churning with the energy of blast breath.

Zain rotated the round between his fingers.

"Now..."

He activated Hidden Hold.

In a blink, the bullet vanished from sight for others but not for Zain.

"Perfect."

His eyes narrowed, locking on Scavratt’s crawling form.

"Rat Breaker—check."

"Rodent Cutter—check."

He clutched the blood bullet in his fingers.

"One last trick..."

He tapped it gently.

Impact Tag lit up across its surface, a red flicker pulsing once, then fading.

Zain slid the bullet into the sniper rifle.

Click—click.

He raised the weapon.

Scavratt was still searching, nose twitching wildly.

Too far gone to think. Just instincts now.

Zain smirked.

"...Time for dessert."

He pulled the trigger.

BOOM!

The blood-forged bullet tore through the air.

Coated in volatile flame, tagged with a delayed detonation, charged with rat-killing wrath.

It flew straight toward Scavratt’s exposed back.

But—

Scavratt’s body twitched.

His head jerked.

As if... he sensed it.

Zain’s eyes widened. "No way—"

Scavratt spun, not fast enough to dodge completely.

But enough that the bullet struck his left shoulder instead of his heart.

KA-THOOM!

The explosion blasted his arm clean off, sending blood and flesh across the broken concrete.

Scavratt shrieked like a dying animal.

"GGGRRRHHAAARRRGGHH!!"

His entire left limb hit the ground, twitching once, then going still.

Zain didn’t smile.

He just stood there—staring, jaw clenched.

"...What the fuck."

His hands trembled slightly.

He growled.

"Just how thick is this guy’s plot armor?!"

Scavratt staggered back, snarling, half his body blackened and steaming.

But he was still standing.

Still breathing.

Still twitching like some unkillable plague.

Zain spat blood to the side.

"You’re not even a boss fight."

He reached down, sliced his hand again—cleaner this time. Blood welled fast.

He breathed in—Blast Breath charged.

New bullet.

Another one.

Then another.

He began to focus, calming himself down.

"The first shot didn’t kill you."

He reached behind him and pulled out a second sniper rifle.

He slid one blood-charged, rat-breaking, blast-breath-fused round into each rifle.

Click. Click.

He raised them both, aiming down both sights simultaneously.

"But I’ve got two rifles and two bullets."

His glare locked onto Scavratt’s half-charred, twitching body.

"I don’t think you’re walking away from these bad boys."

His fingers squeezed.

BOOM! BOOM!

Both rifles fired in perfect sync, the shots tearing through the air like twin red comets.

Zain’s teeth bared as he muttered, "Let’s see your fucking plot armor save you now—"

But just before the bullets hit—

SHWOOM—!

A shadow streaked across the battlefield.

Zain’s eyes widened.

"What—?!"

The shadow grabbed Scavratt and rushed to the side, dodging both bullets by a hair.

The explosions detonated behind them, blasting apart what remained of the alley wall in a fiery storm of concrete and smoke.

Zain cursed, slamming a hand against the nearest crate.

"DAMN IT!! What is it this time?!"

He glared forward through the smoke, seeing a hooded figure crouched low, holding Scavratt’s limp body.

"...Are you really a main character now?"

Zain’s eyes narrowed.

Scavratt was unconscious—completely limp in the figure’s arms.

"Guess even you ran out of gas."

He gritted his teeth.

But his attention shifted now—not to the rat—but to the one who saved him.

"...Who the hell are you?"

The stranger just chuckled.

A light, careless laugh that instantly grated against Zain’s ears.

"Heavenly Demon, right?"

He tilted his head slightly, face still obscured by his hood.

"To think you’ve become as powerful as... hmm, let’s say—one of the weaker A-Rank heroes. In just a few days."

His smirk was audible in his voice.

"I really couldn’t help but be impressed."

Zain’s frown deepened.

"Shut up. I didn’t ask for compliments. Tell me who you are—and why the fuck did you take my food."

The stranger blinked once. Then laughed again.

"Food, huh? What an interesting way to describe your enemy."

He gave Scavratt a little lift in his arms like showing off a grocery bag.

"Well, I guess I should thank you. You tenderized him nicely."

Zain’s voice turned venomous.

"I swear—if you don’t drop him, I’ll—"

"Oh relax," the man cut in, still completely unfazed.

"You don’t need to know who I am."

His tone dropped slightly, more serious, though still playful.

"You’re still too weak to matter to me."

Zain clenched his jaw.

"And as for Scavratt... well—"

The stranger grinned.

"He’s become interesting enough that I think I’ll keep him."

Zain’s voice came out as a growl.

"Damn you."

He raised both rifles again without hesitation.

"Let’s see if you can dodge four shots."

But the figure only smiled wider.

"Bye bye~"

And in a flash—he was gone.

A single step.

A burst of air.

Gone.

Zain kept his rifles raised a moment longer, even though the figure was already gone.

The only thing left was the scorched scent of smoke, rubble, and the lingering crackle of fading flames.

He slowly lowered the guns, eyes locked on the empty air where the man had stood.

"...Damn it. Just who the hell was that guy?"

He clenched his fist until his glove creaked.

"From his aura alone... he was stronger than Scavratt."

Zain’s jaw tightened.

"I didn’t even have time to scan him."

He turned slowly, scanning the battlefield.

Still no clue.

"But seeing that he took Scavratt without hesitation."

His eyes narrowed.

"He must be a part of a villain group. One filled with people who use beast-shifting abilities..."

He could say it because he could see the silhouette underneath his cloak.

"Wolf beastman silhouette."

He turned, dusting the blood off his coat with a flick of his hand.

"Whoever you are... I’ll find you."

He glanced one last time at the ruined battlefield.

"I’ll eat you all."