I Am a Hero With A Hundred Abilities-Chapter 70: Ch 69. Shock!!!

Another Ethan shot in from the side, slamming a crackling fist into the side of a Hydra head, snapping it sideways with explosive force.

Snarling, a different head retaliated, lunging to bite down on the attacker—but it never connected.

A gut-shaking blow crashed into the Hydra's ribcage, forcing the massive beast to hunch backward, the wind blasted from its undead lungs.

The remaining two Ethans didn't waste the opportunity.

One summoned a twisting vortex of wind, while the other gathered a sphere of lightning humming with destructive promise. With synchronized motion, they launched their attacks.

Wind howled and Lightning screamed.

The twin elements collided, triggering a massive explosion that rocked the battlefield and sent chunks of earth flying in every direction.

After Ethan's devastating combo of wind and lightning, the battlefield trembled—but inside the mental core of the Hydra, chaos reigned in a different form.

The four remaining Primes, once mighty sovereigns of their regions, stood within the shared consciousness—shaken.

They had fused to become something greater, something ancient. Yet Ethan… Ethan was overpowering them.

Out in the real world, Ethan was a storm given flesh—his attacks relentless, his counters immediate, as though he could read the Hydra's mind.

Every tail swipe, every necrotic breath, every stomp—it was all met with a brutal, calculated retaliation. When the Hydra struck once, Ethan struck five times, merciless and precise.

And then the most humiliating realization of all:

The Hydra—monster of legend—was trying to flee.

It twisted its mountainous frame, trying to put distance between itself and Ethan. But it was pointless.

With a flicker of lightning, Ethan was always there, reappearing beside it with an explosive blow, chaining attacks that fractured bones and shattered will.

The battle stretched on, turning the region into a war-torn ruin—craters, collapsed towers, smoking ruins. It no longer resembled a battlefield, but a mass grave for titans.

By the end, the Hydra was hardly recognizable. Its breathing was ragged, its limbs torn, one entire head severed, a gaping hole in its abdomen, its movements sluggish—a dying ruler clinging to the last thread of existence.

Ethan walked toward it, his white hair flowing in the burning wind, his golden eyes crackling with restrained power. He tilted his head, smirking coldly.

"So," he said, voice calm but filled with weight, "any final words?"

The Hydra lifted its remaining heads, struggling to form words with fading voices. Then, in a rasping, layered tone that carried the weight of centuries, it asked:

"What will you gain from all this? As a living being… you stand to gain nothing here."

Ethan chuckled at that statement as he said

"You're wrong because I gain a lot by doing this..."

He paused, as his golden eyes flashed with lightning.

"But I'm too lazy to explain it to a corpse."

A colossal bolt of lightning split the sky.

It struck the Hydra dead-center, illuminating the battlefield in white brilliance. When the light faded, all that remained of the Hydra was ash and a smoking crater.

Suddenly, a sharp chime echoed in Ethan's mind.

****

As the last echoes of thunder faded and the ashes of the Hydra were scattered by the wind, the System Notification rang out once more.

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[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]

You have slain 5 Primes.

You have obtained: +5 Ability Points.

You may now select 5 new abilities.

Opening Ability Selection Interface...

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A luminous interface shimmered before Ethan, lines of text scrolling rapidly before settling into a glowing list of potent abilities.

Ethan's eyes scanned the option.

Before He calmly tapped his selections, one after another.

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[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]

You have selected your abilities.

You will now be ejected from the Sanctum.

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A familiar glow began to overtake Ethan's body—the sign of ejection. His form began to fade, bits of lightning crackling away like dying embers.

But then, mid-transition, Ethan's eyes widened.

"Wait…" he muttered. "I'm still fused with Gray. What happens if I exit like this?"

He had no time to unravel the implications as the light consumed him fully.

And just like that—he vanished.

****

As the radiant light of the Sanctum faded, Ethan's body materialized within the Maw, right where he had been before being pulled into the Sanctum. Time, once frozen, resumed with a sudden surge, and the dull greys of the paused world exploded back into vivid color, bringing with it the chaos of unfinished combat.

Mid-air, Guardian Angel, whose monstrous hand had been inches away from Ethan's neck before time had stopped, was suddenly free to move once more.

But the opponent before him was no longer the same.

A faint spark of lightning danced along Ethan's shoulder. Then another. Within seconds, the energy spiraled outward—crackling arcs of power racing along his skin. The air thickened with pressure.

A full-powered lightning surge erupted from his body, forming a golden-blue corona of raw force.

BOOM!

The sudden explosion of energy blasted Guardian Angel away before he could land his strike, sending him crashing into the stone wall of the Maw with a deafening impact that cracked the very structure.

Ethan stood amidst a storm. His hair sparked and flowed with electric rhythm. Veins of lightning traced his arms. But more notably—his body had changed.

Muscles were denser. His aura deeper. His entire presence felt untamed, otherworldly—a fusion not just of power, but of two entities now.truly one.

He looked at his hands, electricity dancing along his fingertips, and smirked.

"I don't believe it… Gray followed me into the real world."

To Ethan, it was exhilarating. It finally made sense—Gray's Trait, which allowed their souls to synchronize perfectly, had tethered them together even beyond the Sanctum.

When Ethan was ejected, Gray came with him, permanently altering Ethan's real-world form.

Nearby, Mirveil, still restrained, watched with wide eyes. Her analytical mind reeled.

'This… how is this possible was he holding back this the entire time?'

She now realized her entire evaluation of Ethan was flawed but it was already too late to regret.

Guardian Angel rose from the rubble, glaring at Ethan. His monstrous form trembled with fury and disbelief.

"I didn't know you had this ability, Ethan!" he spat.

Ethan chuckled darkly, his grin widening.

"Maybe if you'd asked nicely, I would've told you."

Rage twisted Guardian Angel's features as his body began to morph, shifting into a grotesque, corrupted version of himself—bulging with flesh, bone armor cracking through his skin, dark wings splitting from his back.

He laughed manically.

"It doesn't matter! You're still at Level 3! There's no way you can defeat me!"

His voice roared as his body finished transforming.

"I am invincible! Nothing can harm me! Now—"

SHHK.

His voice choked.

The world seemed to tilt—but it wasn't the world.

It was his body.

Guardian Angel looked down in horror—he had been cut cleanly at the waist, and the top half of his body was sliding off his lower half, blood spraying across the floor.

In the blink of an eye, Ethan now stood beside him, hand crackling with lightning, eyes glowing with ruthless glee.

"Sorry…" Ethan said, calm as a whisper.

"Were you saying something?"