I Am a Hero With A Hundred Abilities
Chapter 94 - 94: Ch 93. Abyss

Just one month.

That's all it had taken for Ethan to accomplish what would take most Heroes years—if not decades.

Six abilities.

In a world where cultivating even a single ability was considered a lifetime achievement for most—E-Ranks, Ethan had shattered every expectation. To most, this level of growth would sound impossible—unbelievable.

After all, abilities were forged through insight, refined through battle, and tempered over time. But Ethan's story was anything but ordinary.

And his secret?

The Sanctum.

The Sanctum wasn't just a sacred ground—it was a divine forge, a place where reality bent for the worthy, and power flowed like a river for those strong enough to survive its trials. And Ethan hadn't just survived it.

He'd conquered it.

His first breakthrough came shortly after arriving in the Main World.

His foundational ability—Force Might—was a terrifying tool that allowed him to manipulate kinetic force, turning every strike, step, or even breath into a weaponized burst of pure energy. With that alone, he had already outclassed most heroes.

But the moment he stepped into the Sanctum again, the game changed.

There, he had gained five more abilities in rapid succession:

Vital Bloom – A healing ability that regenerated injuries in himself and his allies with radiant life energy, allowing him to recover mid-battle and support others.

Withering Verdict – A lethal execution ability designed to shatter regenerative foes. Once Ethan achieved 120 confirmed killing blows, he could trigger a verdict that bypassed healing entirely, reducing even immortal beings to ash.

Chrono Pulse – The power to accelerate time—not on people, but on objects. He could age weapons into ruin, speed up projectiles to impossible velocities, or fast-forward traps into triggering instantly.

Manifest Armament – A summoning skill that let Ethan create any weapon his mind could conceive, formed out of pure Meta Essence and forged by his intent.

The Fifth Ability… was a mystery.

But now… it was about to be revealed.

Kairo suddenly appeared at Ethan's side, his hand shimmering with space distortion as he slammed a devastating blow into Ethan's ribs.

The impact thundered across the arena—but Ethan didn't fall.

Instead, light bloomed around the wound, healing it instantly with Vital Bloom.

Ethan's gaze locked onto Kairo's, his golden eyes glowing with electric fury.

His Meta Essence surged, radiating across the battlefield like the eye of a storm finally opening.

The ground beneath them cracked.

The sky darkened.

Then, Ethan's voice echoed through the arena—calm, cold, and absolute.

"Abyss."

The word wasn't just a name.

It was a sentence.

The arena trembled as a black rift opened behind Ethan, its edges lined with runes older than language. Dark, primordial energy flooded into the air, and the light of the world seemed to dim around him.

This… was his sixth ability.

The unknown gift of the Sanctum.

Kairo's grin faltered.

Because now… Ethan wasn't just a warrior with speed and lightning.

He was a storm tethered to a black hole.

And Kairo was standing too close.

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As soon as Kairo laid eyes on the void behind Ethan, his instincts screamed in alarm—louder than they ever had before.

He didn't understand it.

He couldn't comprehend it.

But he knew one thing with absolute clarity:

If that void touched him… he would die.

With a snarl of desperation, Kairo gathered an enormous amount of space particles, pouring Meta Essence into his surroundings.

The air twisted, warped—space itself bending under his command. He tried to widen the distance between himself and Ethan, folding the very world to retreat.

But Ethan didn't let him escape.

Each time Kairo tried to increase the gap, Ethan was already there—closer, faster, and more suffocating. The suction force of the void intensified with every step, pulling Kairo in like a predator dragging prey into the depths.

"GET AWAY FROM ME!" Kairo screamed, his voice cracking with fury and fear.

But Ethan didn't answer. His silence was more oppressive than any scream. The void behind him hummed with malevolence, devouring even sound, even light.

Around them, the chaos of battle had fallen eerily quiet—but Kairo didn't notice. He couldn't. The only thing in his mind was survival.

Cornered, overwhelmed, and unraveling, Kairo snapped.

"If I'm going to die—THEN YOU'RE DYING WITH ME!"

With reckless abandon, Kairo charged. His hand surged with sharpened space distortion, and in one fluid motion—he struck.

Ethan's eyes widened as Kairo's hand pierced his chest.

Blood sprayed into the air. The void behind Ethan vanished in an instant, collapsing like a snuffed flame. Kairo stared at his bloodied hand, eyes wide with disbelief… then delight.

"…Seriously?" Kairo whispered at first. "That's it?"

His lips twisted into a grin. Then a sneer. Then pure madness.

"All that flair… and this is all you amounted to?!"

He ripped his hand from Ethan's chest. Ethan's body went limp.

"Pathetic."

He stabbed Ethan again.

"Pathetic!"

Again.

"Pathetic!"

And again. Over and over—until the once-blazing hero was a torn corpse at the edge of the ring.

Kairo kicked the body, letting it tumble and land in a heap.

His shoulders shook. Then he started laughing.

"So THAT was your big power?! You thought you could stop me?! You thought you were special?! I'll make that girl suffer for ever believing in yo—"

He stopped mid-sentence.

The arena was… silent.

But not the silence of awe or fear. This was the emptiness of a dead world.

There were no guards, no Sentinels, no contestants.

Nothing.

Just him… and the ringing void of absence.

"What the…?" Kairo muttered, stepping back. "Where is everyone…?"

Then—

Crack.

Bone. Shifting.

He turned slowly—dread blooming like rot in his chest.

Ethan's corpse was moving.

Twitching. Jerking. Shaking violently like a puppet in the grip of a mad god. Kairo's eyes widened in horror. Sweat poured down his face.

"W-what the hell is happening?!"

The corpse stopped shaking.

Then, in one inhuman motion, it snapped upright, sitting straight as if jolted by thunder.

Kairo stumbled back, panicking. "S-stay back! STAY BACK!"

But the corpse rose.

And charged.

Kairo instinctively raised his hands in defense—

And then a cold voice echoed through the emptiness:

"Abyss."

And in the blink of an eye—reality snapped back.

Kairo was back in the middle of the arena.

The Sentinels and guards were still locked in brutal battle.

The contestants were still there. The world was still spinning.

Kairo's heart pounded in confusion, but he didn't have time to think.

Because in the next moment—

A lightning-coated fist, enhanced with Force Might, slammed into his face with the fury of a thunder god.

CRACK.

His head snapped sideways from the impact, and the world reeled.

Standing before him, eyes blazing with controlled rage, was Ethan—alive, breathing, and very much ready to finish what had started.

"I told you…" Ethan growled.

"…I was going to rip you apart."

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