I Am a Hero With A Hundred Abilities-Chapter 48: Ch 47. I Am A Hero That Can Drain
Ethan and Crash moved like blurs through the warehouse, their clash a chaotic symphony of shockwaves and flickers of motion.
It was a good call for Ethan to be included in the mission if not Crash alone could've turned the battlefield into a slaughterhouse.
Though Ethan wasn't a true speedster, his mastery of Force Might and the skill {Flow} made him more than a match.
He didn't just keep up—he was slightly suppressing Crash, a feat that would've been unthinkable to anyone who knew the kind of terror Crash could be.
But Crash wasn't just fast—he was pissed.
As they collided again, his mind churned with frustration.
'How?' he thought.
'How can someone without any affinity for speed keep up with me?'
His ability {Speed Zone} was the culmination of years of relentless training, his body refined to harness speed like no other.
Yet Ethan, with no affinity, no legacy of speed, moved like a speedster and that made Crash furious.
That fury boiled over.
With gritted teeth, Crash whispered, "{Boost}." As the ability took effect immediately.
The ability enhanced his speed to the point where time seemed to slow down.
To him, Ethan was a statue, mid-breath, lips slightly parted as if about to speak.
With power coursing through him, Crash darted forward, aiming to punch straight through Ethan's chest.
One second.
That was all he needed.
But that second never came.
Just as his fist was about to land, the surge of speed drained from his body—cut off in an instant.
Time snapped back to normal.
"Got you," Ethan said, eyes glowing and his fist already cocked.
The punch connected with precision, not blasting Crash away but sinking deep, all the force focused on a single point.
Crash's body shook violently, and before he could recover, Ethan unleashed a barrage—punch after punch, the force reverberating through the warehouse.
The final blow launched Crash across the space, his body slamming into a wall with a loud crack before collapsing.
All that raced through Crash's mind before unconsciousness claimed him was a single question.
'How?'
The answer was simple.
Crash's speed was a type of Force—a high-level, high-consumption one.
And Ethan had learned how to drain that type of 'speed Force'.
With {Flow}, he could finally synchronize enough to siphon Crash's energy each time they clashed. Every sprint, every surge of speed, every attack—Ethan had been leeching it all.
Crash, obsessed with taking Ethan down, never noticed his reserves dwindling… until it was too late.
When he activated {Boost}, there simply wasn't enough Meta Essence left.
The power vanished almost as soon as it flared.
Ethan stood over him, breathing steady, then turned his gaze toward the center of the battlefield, where Agent 777 and Raven Spawn clashed like titans.
"Looks like that fight's about to end," he muttered, gauntlets sparking as he prepared to move again.
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The warehouse trembled under the weight of clashing titans.
Raven Spawn hovered mid-air, black wings unfurled like a shadowed crown, launching razor-sharp feathers that sliced through the air.
Below him, Agent 777—muscles bulging in his buffed-up form—charged through the storm of feathers, each impact tearing into his reinforced skin, but not slowing him down.
He roared as he delivered a series of thunderous punches, forcing Raven back with sheer brute force.
Amidst the battle, Raven's voice cut through the chaos like cold steel.
"Why do you protect these people?" he hissed, forming a feathered sword in a flash and lunging forward.
Agent 777 raised his enhanced forearm, deflecting the blade with a burst of sparks, but Raven spun with the momentum, coming in for a follow-up slash.
"They are weak… worthless… always depending on you to save them. And when you're broken—when you have nothing left—they'll turn their backs on you."
He flew upward again, wings flaring, and unleashed a flurry of feathers like a hailstorm of black needles.
The agent shielded himself, gritting his teeth as the barrage pushed him onto the defensive.
"They deserve to perish. The whole system deserves to fall," Raven spat, eyes glowing with malice.
Diving again, he went in for a killing blow, feather-sword aimed straight at Agent 777's heart—but this time, the agent moved. Just a breath to the side. The blade missed.
With terrifying precision, Agent 777 turned, grabbed Raven by the legs, and growled,
"You talk too much."
With all his strength, he slammed Raven into the ground, cracking concrete.
Then again.
And again.
Each impact left a crater, Raven's armor denting, blood smearing across the ground.
Before the final blow could land, Raven's body exploded into a swarm of ravens, scattering from the agent's grasp and reforming several meters away, tattered and breathing hard.
"You bastard…" Raven hissed, rage etched deep into his features.
And then—the Colossus pulsed.
The ground shook violently, far more powerful than before.
The entire Duskveil District trembled, buildings collapsing like sandcastles in an angry tide. Windows shattered, foundations cracked, and people poured into the streets in panic.
A mother clutched her crying child beneath a crumbling overhang.
A father shielded his family with his body, tears in his eyes.
"Is this the end?" someone whispered.
Others fell to their knees, praying—not to gods, but to the heroes—pleading for salvation.
A girl looked up, her face dirt-streaked and scared. "Will someone save us?"
Back in the warehouse, amidst the chaos, Raven turned to Agent 777, smirking.
"You can't stop this. The destruction's already been written."
The agent spoke over his shoulder toward the direction of the Colossus.
"Mystique. Status?"
From behind scattered debris and half-melted cables, Mystique replied, breathless and frustrated.
"No good, boss. Every time I try to override it, the system pushes back. There's a fail-safe—any more tampering will speed up the countdown."
"Damn it," Agent 777 cursed under his breath.
Raven's laughter echoed off the steel beams.
"This is destiny."
But then—a voice, calm yet resolute, rang out.
"I think I can help."
Everyone turned. It was Ethan.
Raven's eyes widened. Crash was nowhere to be seen.
"Impossible…" he muttered.
Mystique blinked.
"You think you can help?"
Ethan nodded. "We don't have much time, so we need to use every means necessary."
Mystique nodded making way for Ethan to do what he wanted to do.
Raven will sneer when he sees this.
"You think you can stop this? That fist of yours can't punch through fate."
But Agent 777 rushed forward, ready to deliver a blow, with blood still dripping from his arm.
"The way you talk, crow would've been a better name than Raven."
Raven growled, diving back in, sword ready.
And the battle—one of fists, feathers, and fate—raged on.
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At the heart of the chaos, Ethan placed his hands on the Colossus—the massive device humming with unstable, world-shaking energy.
But he wasn't afraid. He had a plan.
The moment his palms made contact with the device's surface, he could feel it—the thrum of raw Force surging within.
It wasn't just mechanical energy. It was Force in its purest, most volatile form. And Ethan, master of {Force Might}, could feel every strand of it dancing, spinning, roaring like a storm.
Because where Force existed—he could drain it.
He narrowed his eyes, muttering beneath his breath,
"{Flow}."
Meta Essence erupted within him like lightning. His muscles bulged, reinforced beyond their limit, bones groaning under the pressure.
With a deep breath, Ethan activated Force Drain, and instantly—a violent hum split the air.
The Colossus shuddered, force leaking from its core as streams of pure energy surged into Ethan, his body the only thing standing between salvation and destruction.
The tremors across Duskveil District began to slow. A noticeable calm—brief, yet miraculous—spread outward.
Raven Spawn sensed it immediately.
"What are you doing!?" he screamed, fury in his voice, wings spreading wide.
But Agent 777 was already there, fist cocked back.
"It's me you're fighting. Focus."
His punch collided with Raven's guard, feathers flaring to absorb the blow.
"You fucking pest!" Raven snarled. "Die!"
Back at the Colossus, Ethan kept going—veins bulging, Meta Essence coursing wildly, his armor starting to crack under the immense pressure.
Sweat poured from his brow. His heart hammered like a war drum, louder with every breath.
Mystique, watching anxiously, could see the toll it was taking.
But Ethan didn't scream.
He didn't flinch.
He just clenched his jaw, standing firm against a torrent of power meant to bring down districts.
Inside, Ethan's thoughts churned.
"This pain… this is the worst I've ever felt…"
Then—
The Colossus pulsed again.
The violent surge of force hit him like a tidal wave. Blood sprayed from his lips as he stumbled, but he refused to fall.
"Are you okay?!" Mystique shouted.
Ethan's body trembled, but in his mind, he growled back,
"Do I look okay?"
He wasn't absorbing all of it.
That would have killed him. Instead, he was channeling the energy into {Force Store}, a temporary reservoir inside his core—but the volume was too much.
Force spilled over, leaking into his limbs, burning him from the inside out.
Still—he held on.
He was using tremendous will to stay conscious.
He was using tremendous will to keep his ability active.
And he was using tremendous will to keep his hands on the Colossus.
His vision blurred. His knees buckled.
Then—he felt it.
Something deep inside his core.
Something waiting.
Something that needed to be pulled.
A hidden switch.
A trigger.
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A/N I will release 3 extra chapters if I get 120 power stones or 50 Golden tickets.
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