Hero Hack: Reversing Heroes and Raising Harem-Chapter 49: Zelia’s Endless Nightmare

Zelia’s breathing hitched as she slowly sat up in bed.

Her eyes darted around the dim room.

"...Where am I?"

She blinked again.

This wasn’t Savra’s apartment.

This room—

The smell, the rusted bars, the cracked tiles, the dirty mattress on the floor.

It was the place.

The exact place where she’d been kept when Mirro kidnapped her.

Zelia’s breath caught in her throat.

Her eyes darted across the stained walls, the cold floor, the same broken chair in the corner.

Her voice cracked, barely a whisper.

"No... we escaped. I left this place... how am I back here?"

Then—

A voice echoed from the corner of the room.

"Miss me, girl?"

Zelia froze.

Her eyes widened in horror.

Standing in the doorway... was Scavratt.

Tall, grinning, eyes gleaming with sadistic glee.

Zelia’s lips trembled.

"...No... how... how can you be here...?"

Scavratt stepped forward slowly, dragging his claws along the wall.

"Your brother’s not coming," he sneered.

"You think he saved you? You think that little rat is still breathing?"

He raised his hand.

In it—

Zain’s head. Eyes empty. Mouth slightly open.

Zelia gasped, stumbling back into the bed, shaking her head violently.

"No—NO—he was just with me—he was just here!"

Scavratt laughed.

"A dream, little girl. That’s all it was. And now..."

He dropped the head.

"...Time to wake you up."

Zelia’s breathing became erratic.

She curled into herself, trembling, sweat pouring from her forehead.

"No... no, please..."

---

Zelia lay on the bed, her body trembling.

Sweat dripped down her face. Her limbs felt like they were made of lead.

She had fought. Screamed. Clawed. Run.

And in the end, after round after brutal round with Scavratt in this simulated nightmare—

She was broken.

Scavratt crouched beside her, his claw dragging lazily along her cheek.

"You’re tougher than you look," he sneered.

"But now you’re just meat that stopped twitching."

He raised his claw and pointed it at her head.

"Time to die."

Zelia, gasping for breath, looked up at him.

Tears streaked her face. But she smiled weakly.

"Good... maybe I’ll see Zain again."

Scavratt didn’t hesitate. His claw plunged downward—

A sharp pain—

Darkness.

But then—

Gasp.

Zelia sat bolt upright.

The same bed.

The same cracked walls.

The same horrible, stale air.

She was back.

Still there.

She blinked, trembling.

"What...? No. I died... I died—"

From the corner of the room, a familiar voice echoed.

"Miss me?"

She turned her head—slowly.

Scavratt. Again.

Standing in the shadows with the same grin.

Zelia’s lips parted in disbelief.

"What the hell... how is this happening again...?"

Her heart thundered in her chest. Her hands wouldn’t stop shaking.

She looked around the room, desperate for a difference—anything.

But it was identical to before.

From the corner, his voice slipped into her ears again.

"Tch. You’re trembling already?"

Scavratt stepped forward, smirking as he saw her flinch.

"What, girl? You miss me that much?"

"Maybe your virgin body yearn for me so much... looks like it knows who’s good."

Zelia’s body tensed. She shook her head.

"No... no, this isn’t real. This isn’t—"

Scavratt crawled onto her bed, ripping off her clothes, revealing her whole body.

"No more talking. Let’s go."

---

What followed was another round of brutality. freewёbnoνel.com

A twisted loop of pain, panic, and fear.

She screamed and she was overpowered.

Left broken.

Gasping on the floor.

Scavratt stood over her once more.

"You’re getting boring," he said, raising one final strike.

"Say hi to your brother for me."

He plunged his claw down—

Blackness.

---

Zelia opened her eyes.

Same room.

Same mattress.

Same nightmare.

She didn’t scream this time.

She just stared at the ceiling, lips parted, tears slipping from her eyes.

"...Zain..."

"...I’m coming... please let me come this time..."

From the corner, the voice returned. Cold. Mocking.

"Miss me, girl?"

Scavratt stepped out, dragging his claw against the wall.

Zelia’s hand twitched.

---

Zelia ran this time. Fought harder.

Bit, kicked, screamed.

But it ended the same way.

"You scream cute," Scavratt whispered, driving a claw into her chest.

Darkness.

---

She woke up screaming.

"No! Not again!"

She kicked the wall until her foot split open.

Scavratt’s laugh echoed behind her.

"You’re not learning. Or maybe you like coming back to me."

She charged at him with a splintered chair leg.

Got one good hit in.

Then died with her throat crushed.

---

She sat up slowly.

Eyes bloodshot.

Hand shaking.

"...Don’t talk to me."

Scavratt smirked.

"You’re cute when you’re defiant."

This time, she didn’t scream.She waited. Baited him.

Then lunged—stabbed him in the arm with a jagged piece of bedframe.

Scavratt grunted in surprise.

"Finally!"

Then he stabbed her back.

Darkness.

---

She was quieter.

Sat on the floor. Pressed her back to the wall.

"...I know this isn’t real."

Scavratt appeared anyway.

"It hurts the same. That’s what matters."

She didn’t run. Didn’t cry.

She just waited.

He killed her in the end anyway.

---

She fought.

She really fought.

Used glass shards, wires, furniture.

Drew blood.

Nearly stabbed his eye.

Scavratt wheezed. "Now we’re having fun."

She died to a gut wound, bleeding out slowly.

---

She laughed when she woke.

A broken, hysterical laugh.

"...Okay. Okay. Round nine. Let’s go, you rat bastard."

Scavratt raised a brow.

"Losing it already?"

She hit him first.

Didn’t win.

But hit harder than before.

---

She screamed into her hands the moment she woke.

"LET ME OUT!"

"I HATE THIS!"

Scavratt stepped forward.

"...Then stop losing."

---

Zelia sat up, slowly.

The pain didn’t bother her.

The room didn’t scare her.

Her gaze landed on Scavratt as he stepped from the shadows again.

She stared blankly, voice dry.

"...Your rat face is getting uglier each time."

Scavratt sneered.

"Still running your mouth, girl?"

She didn’t answer.

She lunged.

---

She died six more times.

But she took pieces with her each time.

A claw.

A finger.

An eye.

Scavratt grew more cautious.

Zelia grew more precise.

---

She smiled for the first time.

Not in fear. Not in madness.

But in confidence.

"Come on, rodent. I’ve memorized your pattern."

She dodged three swipes.

Cracked his jaw with a bedpost.

Tore through his throat with a sharpened pipe.

---

He killed her again.

But only barely.

She’d poisoned his water first.

He died foaming at the mouth five minutes later.

"Next time," she whispered, bleeding out, "I’ll kill you faster."

---

She broke his arm.

Stabbed him twelve times.

Died with her hands around his neck.

---

"You know," she said, breathing hard, "I stopped counting after twenty."

She set the trap.

He triggered it.

Nails exploded from a broken pipe.

Scavratt limped forward, still alive.

"You little—"

She tackled him and slammed his head into the wall five times before he stopped moving.

Then darkness took her again.

---

She stood over his body.

Panting.

Her arms trembling. Her legs ready to collapse.

Scavratt didn’t move.

Not this time.

She’d crushed his skull with a brick.

Drowned him in the bucket.

Snapped his neck for good measure.

She staggered backward.

Fell to her knees.

Blood on her hands. Bruises everywhere.

But she was alive.

"You don’t come back this time..." she whispered.

Her voice cracked.

Her throat dry.

She looked up.

The room resetted once again like usual.