I Am a Hero With A Hundred Abilities
Chapter 77 - 77: Ch 76. Primorite heart

Ethan didn't need to traverse a den, scale a mountain, or wage war against a beast just to obtain rare crafting materials—not when he had powerful connections.

With people like Sophia, with her Lancaster influence, Natasha, who had access to elite underground channels and global information, Agent 777 who worked with the association, and even Golden Booster, the clan leader of the Golden Emperor's.

He didn't need to search. He just needed to call.

And he did.

As he stepped out of the damaged training field, he pulled out his phone.

The requests were simple, clear, and specific. He already had the design in mind—the vision of a weapon that would define him in the Crownspire Ascension. All he needed were the components to make that vision reality.

Three days later…

Lisa called from downstairs, "Ethan! Your delivery just arrived!"

He grinned faintly. "That was faster than I expected," he muttered, walking toward the front door. As he received the heavy black case, he looked at it with satisfaction. "It's good to have connections."

After returning to his room, he placed the case on his table.

"This feels like one of those unboxing videos," he said with a light chuckle, excitement building.

With a soft hiss, the case opened, revealing six rare materials resting inside, each secured in their own compartment:

1. Voltherium Ore – A pale blue metal that hummed faintly with electric resonance.

2. Wyrmscale Alloy – A composite made from tempered drake scales, known for high durability.

3. Celestine Quartz – A crystalline mineral that glowed softly and amplified energy flow.

4. Voidthread Fiber – A rare material woven from creatures in spatial rifts, ideal for channeling abilities.

5. Aethersteel Shards – Fragments of a meteoric alloy, highly reactive to meta essence.

6. Crimson Ignis Core – A volcanic gem pulsing with controlled destructive heat.

Ethan's gaze shifted to the final, sealed compartment.

"…And now, the crown jewel."

He carefully opened it, revealing a deep black metallic sphere with flickering gold veins running through its surface. It radiated a quiet intensity that made the other materials seem tame.

"This… is the difference maker," Ethan whispered.

Name: Primorite Heart

It was a legendary-grade condensed ore once harvested from the ruins of a collapsed Den. Not only was it extremely rare, but it also retained the lingering essence of multiple fallen champions, granting any weapon forged from it unique resonance and adaptability in battle.

Ethan stared at it with reverence before nodding.

"Everything is in order," he said. "Now it's time to summon something… worthy."

But before Ethan could begin the summoning process for the weapon he envisioned, there was one crucial step he had to take: refining the Primorite Heart.

All the other materials—while rare and powerful—could be obtained with the right connections, enough influence, or simply an obscene amount of wealth.

But the Primorite Heart, despite being legendary-grade, had ironically become the easiest to acquire. Not because it was common—but because no one wanted it because of Its flaw time.

You see, the Primorite Heart wasn't like other materials. It was a temporal metal, infused with chaotic temporal energy that needed to settle before it could be harnessed.

In essence, the Primorite Heart had to mature, undergoing a crystallization process that could take an estimated 10,000 years to complete.

That wouldn't have been a problem in a world with ancient legacies… except that it had only been 300 years since the Dreadbeast Invasion and the discovery of the Aether factor. Humanity didn't have the luxury of patience anymore.

Over time, blacksmiths and researchers attempted to accelerate the heart's growth. Alchemical baths, temporal accelerators, and even spatial compression chambers were all tried.

The best result? A few hundred years shaved off the timer—at best. Even a gifted hero who once awakened the ability to mature inorganic materials barely made a dent in the heart's stubborn timeline due to his low mastery. Eventually, the Primorite Heart was labeled a "trap material"—legendary in name only.

So then… why would Ethan choose it?

Simple.

Because he had something others didn't: His fourth ability from the Sanctum.

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[Ability Information]

— Ability Name: Chrono Pulse

— Ability Type: Extrinsic / Instant / Time Manipulation

— Mastery Level: Peak

— Tier: Uncommon

— Ability Description:

Chrono Pulse allows the user to project controlled temporal fields onto non-living matter, drastically accelerating the passage of time in a condensed and isolated frame of reference. The field warps localized chronal flow, simulating centuries in seconds without affecting the surrounding environment. The greater the user's mastery and Meta Essence control, the more stable and extreme the acceleration becomes. At peak mastery, it is capable of forcing inorganic materials through thousands of years of natural maturation in moments—without degradation, only refinement.

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Ethan stood in his room, staring at the dark sphere with golden veins—the Primorite Heart—resting silently within a reinforced casing. His fingers hovered above it.

"To think... something so powerful could be cast aside just because no one could wait," he murmured.

Then he raised his hand.

"Let's change your fate."

Ethan stood in his room, the quiet hum of Aetheric silence hanging in the air. In his hand was the core of everything he had planned—the Primorite Heart, a once inert relic deemed too impractical and stubborn to be of any real use.

He gently set it down on the his black table in front of him, its dull surface reflecting nothing but wasted potential. Then, as he inhaled slowly, his eyes narrowed with focus.

Under his breath, he whispered, "{Chrono Pulse}."

In an instant, a wave of Meta Essence burst from his body, invisible yet overwhelming, like a pressure drop in reality itself.

The air shimmered faintly, and time warped around the Primorite Heart. The space surrounding it began to distort, as though the very laws of nature were being pulled into an artificial current.

The blackened shell of the Heart began to shift.

Its dull luster faded away—replaced by life.

Red veins, vibrant and glowing like magma beneath a stone skin, began to branch across its surface.

Minute fractures formed—not from weakness, but from growth. Inside those cracks, faint pulses of energy danced, like lightning trapped in crystal.

Around the room, time flowed normally. But for the Primorite Heart, it was living through days, weeks, months, years, and centuries—a millennia of maturity condensed into a matter of moments. The smell of ozone and burnt essence wafted through the air as Ethan's essence poured into the spell, stabilizing it at every turn.

His body trembled from the effort, sweat beading at his brow, but he endured.

Then… the energy stopped.

With a soft hum, the glow around the Heart dimmed.

For a moment, all was silent—until a shockwave of pure energy erupted from the Heart. It surged outward, filling the room with a wild, primal force. The pressure was suffocating—an ancient power being born.

Then, as quickly as it came, the energy recoiled, pulling itself back into the Heart, folding in like a cloak, concealing itself.

A defense mechanism, ancient and instinctive, meant to prevent detection by prying eyes.

But it was already too late.

Ethan knew.

The Primorite Heart had fully matured.

He stepped closer, placing a hand just above it, not quite touching.

"…It worked," he whispered, a faint smirk tugging at his lips. "We've got our core."

This was no longer just a material.

It was the soul of his new weapon.