I Am a Hero With A Hundred Abilities-Chapter 38: Ch 37. Unleash the power!!!
Duskline District—the fractured edge of City X.
A place where the skyline was broken by jagged ruins and flickering neon signs barely clung to life on rusted poles.
Cracked pavement, graffiti-splattered walls, and the faint scent of scorched metal defined this rundown district.
It was a common site for villain rampages, and there was a reason for that.
To the west, beyond the electrified barrier that barely held together, loomed the Scarhollow Expanse—a desolate stretch of land outside human territory, infamous for being a breeding ground of Dread Beasts.
It was said that if the barrier ever failed, Duskline would be the first to fall.
Ethan stood at the district's entrance, eyes scanning the decayed streets.
"So… where do I even start looking for this guy?" he muttered, pulling up a holo-image on his wrist communicator. "Last known sighting of Veilspur was around here… but this place is a maze of trash and ruin."
He grumbled, annoyed. "How is a Level One villain giving me this much trouble?" Clenching his fists, he hissed under his breath. "When I find him, I swear, he's going to regret making me waste this much time."
After pacing for a while, he came to a conclusion—the best place to get information in a place like this?
A bar.
He headed toward one of the few still operating in the district: "The Cracked Core".
The moment he stepped inside, a wave of mixed tech and grime greeted him.
The bar had a sci-fi feel—sleek chrome counters, glowing wall panels, and a hovering jukebox crackling static from old songs.
But here in Duskline, even future tech looked worn-down. Flickering lights buzzed, a couple of screens sparked now and then, and the seats were patched with a mix of duct tape and old synthetic leather.
The crowd turned to look at him. Rough types—mercs, washed-out heroes, low-level villains, and info brokers.
Some gave Ethan odd looks. Others simply stared.
What's a kid doing in here? their eyes seemed to ask.
A bulky man rose from his stool and stepped in front of Ethan. Towering and scarred, he looked like a living wall.
"Hey, kid," he growled, "you might not know this, but this place ain't for children."
Laughter rippled through the room.
"Hey!" someone called. "Why don't you give the kid a break? He might report you to his mummy!"
More laughter exploded.
Ethan didn't even blink. These people weren't worth his irritation. He moved to walk around the man—but the brute shoved his arm out to block him.
"Didn't your parents teach you to be respectful to your elders?" the man sneered.
Ethan's patience cracked.
He looked up, voice dropping into a deadly whisper.
"You have three seconds to move your arm… or I'll break it."
A hush fell.
The bar watched, half-expecting the kid to back down. Instead, the man's hands shifted—spikes protruded from his knuckles as he grinned.
"You got some fire, brat," he said. "But you should learn your place—"
CRACK!
Before anyone could blink, Ethan vanished from where he stood.
The next sound was a body crashing through the bar's front doors.
The brute lay sprawled outside, screaming in agony.
His arm, the one he raised to block Ethan, was bent in a way no limb should ever bend—shattered and twisted, the spikes retracted, and the arm useless.
The bar was silent. It was a cold, heavy silence.
Everyone now saw Ethan for what he truly was.
He was not a kid.
No he was a monster wrapped in flesh.
They parted without a word as he walked toward the bar counter, not sparing them a glance.
The bartender didn't flinch as Ethan approached him.
He'd seen far worse.
Ethan took a seat, calm as ever.
"I need some information," he said.
The bartender raised a brow, cleaning a glass. "You got to buy a drink first."
Ethan didn't argue. He tapped his wrist once and paid.
The bartender slid him a glowing amber liquid, nodding. "Now… what do you need?"
Ethan brought up a holographic image of a masked figure—Veilspur, draped in a tattered cloak with a shifting pattern of black veins and violet mist.
"Seen him?"
The bartender squinted, but before he could answer—
Click.
Ethan tensed as four men surrounded him.
One of them, smirking with an artificial eye glowing red, said, "You. Come outside."
Ethan sighed, already irritated.
"Why… are there always idiots trying to bite more than they can chew?"
One of them opened his mouth to retort—but before he could speak.
Ethan had already moved.
BANG!
An explosion rattled the ruins of a collapsed building on the outskirts of the Duskline District. Dust and debris erupted outward in a violent cloud, obscuring the moonlight and casting chaotic shadows across the torn alleyways.
At the center of the chaos stood Ethan, his chest rising and falling with each sharp breath.
His shirt was torn at the shoulder, revealing a fresh gash running along his arm, blood trickling in a thin red line.
The metal plating on his boots was scorched, and smoke curled off a chunk of the wall he had just slammed into.
From the shroud of smoke and rubble, five figures emerged—villains, each one crackling with dangerous energy.
The first's fists were encased in molten metal, glowing with a dangerous heat.
The second's body shimmered like a heat mirage, flickering in and out of visibility.
The third walked in slow, measured steps, each one dropping the temperature further—the very air shimmered with frost around him.
The fourth crouched low with cybernetic goggles over his face, fingers twitching with electric anticipation.
And the fifth… Ethan hadn't even seen the fifth at first.
He was surrounded—boxed in by wolves that had scented blood.
"…Shit," Ethan muttered, clenching his fists.
He'd had the situation under control… until that fifth one appeared.
A sudden slice of pain had torn through his arm. And Ethan had barely dodged in time—he hadn't sensed the attacker's intent, no presence, no warning.
Just the cold glint of a dagger and the shimmer of a figure phasing into view.
The bastard could turn invisible—and from the difficulty in sensing him, he was damn good at it.
Ethan glanced at the bleeding wound on his arm.
"This is embarrassing," he muttered, disgusted with himself.
"Can't believe I let them get a hit… reminds me of my early days in the Sanctum."
He lifted his eyes, now cold and sharp, toward the invisible one—now visible, standing with a bloodstained dagger in hand.
The man's expression was smug, and confident he could strike again.
But Ethan had already pegged him as the real threat.
He reminds me of the Mawlers… Ethan thought. Gray would be perfect for this guy—he wouldn't be able to hide from Gray's nose.
But Gray was back at the Sanctum.
For now… Ethan would have to handle this himself.
He took a step forward, golden eyes narrowed. "Are you guys working with the man from earlier?" he asked.
They didn't answer.
They just watched him, circling, ready to strike—but cautious now.
None of them made the mistake of taking their eyes off him.
Finally, the one with molten fists snorted. "Who the hell do you think you are, asking us questions?"
Ethan took his stance, calm returning to his expression. "That's fine," he said coldly. "I'll just make you answer… after I beat you."
Until now, he hadn't used his ability. He hadn't needed to.
But that was about to change.
Under his breath, he whispered:
"{Force Might}"
The air around him shimmered—then exploded outward as a violent surge of energy erupted from his body.
His muscles tensed, golden light flickered at his limbs, and his figure blurred.
Then he vanished.
In a blink, Ethan charged directly at the one with the
ability to turn invisible.
But just as he was about to land the strike—
Crack!
Fwoosh!
The air around him dropped in temperature. Instinct screamed at him—he dove to the side just as jagged ice spikes erupted from the ground where he'd just stood.
A close call.
But there was no time to breathe.
As the man with molten fists came at him, arm swinging like a flaming wrecking ball.
Ethan ducked, the heat singing his hair, and countered with a brutal uppercut that lifted the man off his feet.
No pause—only movement.
From the side, beams of red light streaked toward him—lasers fired from the man with the goggles.
Ethan rolled, narrowly avoiding being burned to a crisp, and saw the laser-gunner preparing another volley, his hand pressed against his temple.
He was surrounded.
But Ethan didn't back down.
Instead, he turned—and with perfect precision, delivered a savage kick to empty air.
Except it wasn't empty.
The invisible assassin suddenly flickered into view, gasping as Ethan's foot connected squarely with his ribs.
The momentum sent him stumbling out of stealth.
"You think I'd fall for the same trick twice?" Ethan growled.
The follow-up kick landed like thunder—straight to the side of the man's head.
CRACK!
The assassin dropped like a sack of bricks, all the force concentrated into his head as he fell unconscious before he hit the ground.
The remaining four froze.
As The air grew heavier.
Ethan stood in the center, his shirt flapping slightly from the lingering shockwave. His golden eyes glowed, pulsing with raw force.
"…Now," he said, voice low and lethal,
"I can fully focus on you four. No more distractions."
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A/N I will release an extra chapter if I get 90 power stones or 30 Golden tickets and I appologize for the late release.
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