I Am a Hero With A Hundred Abilities-Chapter 71: Ch 70. Golden Booster

As Guardian Angel's upper body hit the ground, there was no moment of silence, no breath of peace. Instead, blackened flesh writhed, and in a grotesque display of regeneration, new legs erupted from his severed torso, sinew and bone reforming with unnatural speed.

The discarded lower half disintegrated into ash, swept away by the ambient energy of the Maw.

He rose again—bloodied, half-smiling, half-snapping.

His gaze immediately snapped to where Ethan's voice had come from, but the boy was no longer there.

Instead, Ethan was kneeling beside Striker, who lay unconscious, body broken and barely clinging to life.

A soft glow of golden light began to pulse from Ethan's hands—healing energy, steady and warm. The crackling storm around him dimmed just enough for his companion's breathing to stabilize.

Ethan's voice was calm, but firm.

"Don't worry. You'll be okay."

Angel stood frozen.

A healing ability? But… wasn't he a forsaken? A bottom-tier E-Rank?

Even Mirveil, still bound nearby, stared with widened eyes, her mind racing.

He shouldn't be able to do this. How many abilities does he have?!

Ethan, still focused on stabilizing Striker, suddenly tilted his head slightly, voice razor-sharp.

"Don't think I've forgotten about you."

Suddenly, two perfect clones of Ethan burst forth from his back, crackling with lightning and wind as they charged at Angel with deadly intent.

Guardian Angel snarled, raising his mutated arms.

"You think you can underestimate me?"

In a heartbeat, black tendrils exploded from his body like a forest of spears—thick, writhing, unnatural veins of corrupted energy spread across the space, impaling the incoming clones mid-leap.

Their forms dispersed into light and static, vanishing into the air.

But Ethan was already moving.

Lightning Step.

In a flash, he appeared beside Mirveil with Striker, grabbing both of them in a single sweep. Another tendril shot toward them, but before it could hit—

Lightning Step again.

They vanished.

A moment later, they reappeared on a ledge high above the battlefield, safely out of reach for now. Ethan gently laid Striker down and glanced towards Mirveil.

"Watch them."

As soon as the words left his mouth, a third Ethan-clone shimmered into existence, nodding wordlessly and placing itself between them and any incoming danger.

And then—Ethan vanished once more.

CRACK!

He reappeared right at Guardian Angel's side, fist already charged with blinding voltage.

BOOM!

The punch landed square across Angel's face, sending the grotesque creature spiraling across the battlefield, crashing through the broken remains of the Maw's pillars, smoke trailing behind him.

This wasn't the same boy they thought they knew.

He was something far beyond.

****

Inside the grand, radiant halls of the Golden Emperor Clan, the atmosphere was calm and dignified—until the large double doors to the clan leader's office suddenly burst open with a loud crash.

Golden Booster, the clan leader himself, sat behind a desk layered with glossy photographs, each featuring him in different heroic poses—arms crossed before a sunset, cape fluttering against the wind, one foot raised atop a rock.

A golden glow always seemed to highlight him perfectly.

Startled by the intrusion, he glanced up.

"What is the problem?" he asked smoothly, before waving a hand and grinning.

"Actually, never mind. Take a look at these—I'm picking one for next month's Hero Daily. Which one do you think screams 'humble greatness'?"

The man who had barged in was Morningstar, the Vice Clan Leader—a stern-faced hero who had long since grown used to Golden Booster's flamboyant narcissism.

But this time, there was urgency in his eyes and tension in his posture.

He didn't answer. Instead, he snatched the photos out of Booster's hands and threw them aside.

Golden Booster blinked.

"Hey now, if you didn't like them, you could've just said so—"

"This is serious," Morningstar interrupted, slamming a tablet onto the desk. The screen flickered to life, displaying a shaky but clear video feed.

"This footage was recovered from a hidden cam drone belonging to one of our dispatched support heroes—one who accompanied Radiant Striker to apprehend Mirveil."

At the mention of Mirveil, Golden Booster's expression darkened. His joking tone vanished like a snapped illusion. He took the tablet and watched in silence.

The feed showed the chaos in the Maw. The sudden betrayal, the monstrous transformation, the violent rampage of Guardian Angel. The recorded audio picked up his voice, his twisted declarations, and the moment of utter destruction he brought down on allies.

Golden Booster's golden eyes narrowed.

"…So Guardian Angel was the mole." His voice was cold now—sharp and heavy.

Morningstar nodded.

"It all makes sense now. That's how Mirveil kept escaping. Someone was feeding her everything."

Golden Booster leaned back in his chair, eyes still fixed on the paused frame of Guardian Angel mid-transformation.

"I'm hurt," he said at last, the words hollow.

"To think… someone with the potential to shine almost as bright as me was hiding a rotten core all along."

Morningstar didn't respond. He could see past the theatrics. Booster's voice may have retained its usual flair, but his clenched fists, the slight crackle of golden energy at his fingertips, said everything.

He was furious. Heroes had died—ambushed by someone they trusted.

After a long silence, Golden Booster stood. The air shifted around him. Power rippled through the room.

"I'll handle this myself," he said grimly.

"Look after the clan while I'm gone."

Then, without another word, he vanished, leaving only a faint golden shimmer behind.

Morningstar remained still for a moment, staring at the spot his leader had stood. Despite Golden Booster's arrogance, he was an Overlord, a hero of unmatched strength.

And now, an Overlord was stepping in.

The game had changed.

****

As the battle inside the Maw raged on, Ethan was completely dominating Guardian Angel, outpacing him, outmaneuvering him, and outstriking him at every turn.

His blows were devastating—enhanced by Flow, Force Might and the fusion with Gray, each hit carried monstrous force, enough to tear through most enemies in seconds. But Angel was no ordinary opponent. freēwēbηovel.c૦m

Every time Ethan tore through flesh, cracked bones, or struck vitals, Angel's regeneration kicked in as his bones reformed, flesh stitched together, and limbs grew back like nothing had happened.

He was tenacious, Inhuman and Impossible to bring down with brute force alone.

But Ethan didn't mind.

He grinned wider with each moment, watching Angel's expressions contort from pain to frustration then disbelief.

With every clash, Ethan was inching closer to his win condition. At the precise moment he drove his fist—charged with Flow and Force Might—through Angel's chest, tearing a massive hole through his torso, the area began to regenerate instantly… but Ethan's voice rang out:

"Just a little bit more..."

Because he had chosen two abilities from the sanctum, crafted specifically for this moment.

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[Ability Information]

— Ability Name: Vital Bloom

— Ability Type: Extrinsic / Instant / Healing

— Mastery Level: Peak

— Tier: Uncommon

— Ability Description:

A refined healing technique that draws upon the user's core vitality to rapidly mend physical injuries and restore lost stamina. When activated, Vital Bloom envelops the target in ethereal green light, accelerating tissue repair and nerve regeneration. While not capable of reviving the dead, it can restore broken bones and internal damage within seconds.

— Especially effective in the heat of battle, it allows the user to stabilize allies on the brink of death or themselves in critical conditions.

Ethan had used Vital Bloom to keep Striker alive.

But it was the second ability that would change the game.