I Am a Hero With A Hundred Abilities-Chapter 47: Ch 46. The Battle Begins
Sophia and Lisa strolled down the quiet street, arms full of bags after a long afternoon of shopping.
The sky was beginning to dim, casting a soft orange hue across the well-kept roads of the Lancaster estate.
As they approached the large, modern home nestled at the end of the lane, Lisa's eyes darted to the driveway.
"…Ethan's hover car isn't here," she said, voice tinged with concern.
Sophia glanced in the same direction, then gave a small smile as she adjusted the bags in her arms.
"You don't have to worry about him," she said calmly. "Your brother is big enough to take care of himself."
Lisa exhaled and nodded, forcing a small smile. "Yeah. You're right."
They entered the house, placing the bags on the marble countertop, beginning to unpack the things Lisa had bought.
The atmosphere was calm—almost peaceful—until suddenly, a sharp, blaring alarm erupted through the estate.
"Alert. Alert. Perimeter breach. Hostile entities detected. All residents evacuate to the safe zones immediately."
A red light pulsed along the walls as the alarm continued to repeat its grim message. Sophia instantly straightened, eyes narrowing with instinctive awareness.
Lisa, on the other hand, froze mid-motion, eyes wide.
"S-Sophia, what's happening?"
Sophia didn't answer right away—her head was tilted slightly, listening. A second later, a thunderous sonic boom echoed across the estate.
BOOOOM!!!
Windows trembled, and even the floor vibrated slightly beneath them.
Then, a commanding voice rang out across the entire estate.
"How dare you attack the territory of the Lancasters!"
It was Sophia's father. His voice, deep and full of restrained fury, boomed with enough force to silence the air.
A moment later, another voice rang back, this one raspy and filled with malice:
"Bring me the one named Ethan, and I will grant you a quick death."
Sophia's father didn't even hesitate.
"I have no time for your jokes. Begone."
Then came the explosion.
KA-KRAKKK!!!
A shockwave tore through the air as an earth-shaking blast rocked the estate, the sky outside flashing with light.
The battle had begun.
Lisa stumbled back, clutching the edge of the counter for balance. Sophia's wrist device pinged—her mother was calling.
She tapped it. "Mother? What's happening?"
Her mother's voice was quick and steady, but grim.
"We're under attack. A villain and a strange creature breached the walls. The creature..." she hesitated.
"it's on par with your father." She finally said.
Sophia's eyes widened.
"Is it… a Dread Beast?"
"We don't know. It doesn't emit the same energy signature as a Dread Beast. Otherwise, our sensors would've detected it before it crossed into the estate. And it's not alone—there are more of them, smaller but still dangerous."
Sophia gritted her teeth. "Understood. I'll be there after I secure Lisa in a safe location."
"Make it quick."
"Affirmative." She ended the call.
Turning, Sophia saw Lisa's face pale with dread.
"That villain… the one Ethan said wasn't a big deal… he's actually threatening your family?"
Lisa's voice was small. Regretful.
"I'm sorry… for all the trouble we brought."
Sophia stepped forward and placed a hand on Lisa's shoulder.
"Don't apologize. I brought you here knowing full well the risks. And don't forget—the Lancasters aren't so weak that we'll be taken down by a surprise attack."
That reassurance brought a glimmer of calm back to Lisa's face.
"Come on," Sophia said. "Let's get you to safety."
Lisa nodded silently and followed her.
A few minutes later, at the entrance to a fortified underground safehouse built into the estate, Sophia turned to Lisa.
"Stay here. You'll be safe. The defenses are designed to hold out against much worse than this."
With a soft whoosh of compressed air, the armored door slid shut, sealing Lisa inside.
Sophia took a deep breath, then activated her battle armor. With a flick of her wrist, the sleek plating materialized over her body, dark-blue with silver linings, glowing faintly with energy circuits.
Her eyes steeled.
And then—she flew.
Like a streak of silver lightning, she shot into the sky, soaring across the Lancaster estate toward the battle.
Her home was under attack. Her family was in danger. And Sophia Lancaster would not let it fall.
Not today.
Not Ever.
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In the heart of a crumbling warehouse buried deep within Duskveil District, the Unkindness stood in a loose circle, shadows flickering around them from the faint red glow of the device at the center.
Despite its ominous name—The Colossus—the machine was no larger than an office water boiler. Squat and metallic, it stood about waist-high, its dark alloy surface covered in glowing etch-runes that pulsed like a heartbeat.
Thin cables coiled out from its core like veins, connecting to odd, crystalized conduits scattered around the space.
Raven Spawn stepped forward, his feathered cloak brushing the floor, eyes gleaming behind his mask.
He raised a gloved hand, admiring the quiet thrum of the Colossus as it prepared to awaken.
"This," he said, his voice thick with conviction, "is the first step to destroying the system."
His hand descended.
CLICK.
The Colossus hummed to life.
At the edge of the room, Mystique stood silent, arms crossed as he glanced at the jagged skylight above. His thoughts swirled with one question:
Where is Agent 777…? When will they get here?
The machine's low whine grew louder, and the air began to shimmer as energy was siphoned from the atmosphere.
Dust lifted from the ground. Crates shifted. The concrete beneath their feet cracked slightly as the first shockwave rippled outward, casting tremors across all of Duskveil District.
Most residents simply grumbled about another minor earthquake, but those attuned to the arcane and mechanical systems of the city could sense something else, something cataclysmic.
Raven Spawn threw his arms wide, voice rising.
"This is the dawn of a new age!"
But before the Colossus could release its second pulse, the warehouse roof exploded open in a cascade of shattered metal and light.
BOOM!!!
Seven figures dropped through the dust and debris, clad in armor that shimmered with unique sigils and plating.
Weapons in hand. Faces set with grim purpose.
The heroes had arrived.
Mystique whipped around, eyes sharp, his voice loud over the noise.
"Sir! We have ten minutes before full detonation!"
Raven Spawn's expression shifted from triumph to fury.
"It was You—!" He threw a feather like a bullet toward Mystique.
But it struck nothing.
In that same breath of time, Ethan appeared, skidding to a halt some meters away, Mystique carried effortlessly in his arms like a knight saving a princess.
The wind from his movement stirred the dust around them.
Mystique's eyes widened in surprise. His cheeks warmed behind his mask, though no one could see.
Ethan's eyes locked onto Raven Spawn.
"Not today."
A snarl tore from Raven's throat.
"Crash. Deal with him."
A loud sound echoed as Crash, the speedster, appeared in front of Ethan, fists clenched, ready to attack.
But Ethan just smirked, energy flaring around him.
"I'm not the same as before."
With a flick of his heel and the activation of Flow, Ethan blurred from sight, his afterimage barely catching up to his movement.
As He reappeared beside Agent 777 and the others, gently setting Mystique down.
Crash blinked. Stunned.
"What...?"
Agent 777 stepped forward, voice filled with conviction and a rare touch of exhilaration.
"You all remember the plan."
"Let's bring the storm—Move out!"
With that call, the heroes rushed forward, each breaking off toward their chosen foe in synchronized motion.
The warehouse erupted into chaos as battle cries echoed and steel clashed with shadow.
Time was running out.
The Colossus pulsed.
But the war to save Duskveil had just begun.
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The warehouse shook with power as the Colossus pulsed again, energy coiling through the air like a heartbeat of destruction.
Amid the chaos, Agent 777 locked eyes with Raven Spawn across the shattered battleground, their stances poised—one a living fortress of discipline, the other a man of elegance and madness.
Agent 777 rolled his shoulders slowly, the air vibrating around him. The calm mask he wore slipped.
His control—his strange ability known as {Serene Pressure}—had always kept his volatile emotions in check, stabilizing his mind and body while destabilizing those around him with a silent aura of unease.
Now, he deliberately let it go.
A faint crackling sound echoed through the air as his muscles began to bulge unnaturally. His skin gleamed with a faint silver sheen, veins glowing faintly beneath the surface. His transformation—{Overman Form: Berserk Prime}—unleashed the latent fury he always held back.
His frame grew broader, taller, thicker. His arms were like slabs of living steel.
With a roar, Agent 777 charged forward, the floor cracking beneath each thunderous step.
Raven Spawn's grin twisted, eyes flashing.
Feathers whirled around him like blades, converging to form jagged wings of obsidian steel, each feather sharp enough to shear through concrete.
"Fall for me, big guy," Raven Spawn cooed mockingly, unfurling his wings and catching the agent's charge with a bladed fan of feathers, sparks flying as strength met finesse.
The force of the blow shoved Raven Spawn backward several feet, his boots gouging deep lines in the floor. He smirked even through the pressure, raising his hand.
FWIP! A razor-feather shifted into a sleek sword, its edges pulsating with essence.
With a beat of his wings, Raven Spawn launched forward, streaking through the air like a black meteor.
His blade came down in a diagonal slash, met instantly by Agent 777's thick forearms. Steel clanged as they clashed, shockwaves booming outward.
Meanwhile, in the blurred backdrop of the warehouse, two blurs of motion collided and vanished again and again, ripping across the walls and through shattered machinery.
Ethan and Crash were locked in their own war of speed.
Crash skidded into view, zipping to the ceiling and rebounding off a beam. "Learned some new tricks, huh?"
Ethan appeared right in front of him mid-motion, smirking. "Hope you like them."
BAM!
Their fists collided mid-air, the explosion of force flattening crates and sending a ripple through the dust.
The warehouse flickered with flashes of their battle, red and black streaks spiraling in a dance only speedsters could follow.
Crash snarled, his eyes blazing. "You've gotten faster…"
"And stronger," Ethan countered, disappearing and reappearing again behind him, delivering a backhand that Crash barely blocked.
Crash wiped a trickle of blood from his lip, grin forming.
Back at the center, Raven Spawn ducked under one of Agent 777's massive swings, twisting mid-air to deliver a scissor-kick laced with feather spikes.
It caught the agent in the chest, but the behemoth barely staggered, his grin wild and eyes glowing.
"You're not special," Raven Spawn taunted.
"No," Agent 777 rumbled, grabbing the winged villain by the leg mid-air and slamming him into the ground, causing a crater. "I'm just pissed off."
The battlefield blazed with kinetic force and fury.
The Colossus ticked toward detonation.
And the war for Duskveil was reaching its crescendo.
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A/N: Wow you guys
surprised me again you did not only give me 120 power stones but you surpassed it so I have to deliver on my promise and release 3 extra chapters today but I will increase the thresh hold for the the nest bonus chapter.
I will release 3 extra chapters if I get 200 power stones or 100 Golden tickets.
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