I Am a Hero With A Hundred Abilities-Chapter 58: Ch 57. Rampage!!!

Ethan charged forward, the faint hum of his activated gauntlets resonating with the quiet intensity of a predator closing in on its prey.

The lead arachnid—larger than the rest—reacted first, opening its fanged maw to fire a thick glob of webbing aimed straight at him.

The sticky substance shot through the air with vicious speed, but Ethan, already anticipating the move, twisted his body and slid low beneath it, letting the web splash harmlessly against the stone wall behind him.

He didn't waste a second.

Using the momentum from his dodge, Ethan blinked forward in a flash of motion. In an instant, he was directly in front of the lead spider, his right arm pulled back, muscles coiled like a spring.

With a roar of power, he slammed his fist into the arachnid's face. The gauntlet-enhanced blow landed with devastating force, caving in the monster's chitinous skull like a brittle eggshell.

A wet crunch echoed through the corridor as the beast dropped lifelessly to the ground.

The other three let out sharp, screeching cries that rattled the walls and launched themselves at him in a frenzy.

But Ethan didn't slow down.

He sidestepped the first, ducking beneath a slashing claw before delivering an uppercut that launched it into the ceiling.

Without waiting, he spun and hammered a blow into the second, cracking open its thorax and sending its legs twitching violently.

The last one tried to retreat, sensing the overwhelming difference in strength, but Ethan was already behind it.

A single punch to the abdomen split it open, green ichor spraying across the floor.

His gauntlets were now drenched in thick, foul-smelling blood, but Ethan didn't even flinch. He exhaled once, steady and calm, his expression unreadable.

Suddenly, a soft chime echoed in his mind—and a translucent blue panel blinked into view:

+5 Meta Essence

+5 Meta Essence

+5 Meta Essence

+5 Meta Essence

[Total Meta Essence Gained: 20]

Ethan's eyes narrowed slightly. "Thirty more to go," he murmured, flexing his gauntlets.

That was the easy part—he could find and crush six more rank 2 lower dread beasts with little effort.

But what came after... that was the real challenge. He was attempting something dangerous—pushing his Meta Essence to the limit, overflowing it, and triggering a forced rank-up long before his body or core should've been ready.

He didn't know how long it would take. He didn't know what toll it would exact on him.

But none of that mattered now.

With a quiet breath, Ethan turned his gaze to the deeper tunnel winding into the heart of the Umbravine Maw, the air growing colder and darker the further it stretched. His steps were steady, silent.

"Let's see how far I can go before this place breaks me," he whispered to himself.

And with that, he marched deeper into the den—toward madness, monsters, and the cruel threshold of evolution.

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Deep within the twisted corridors of the Umbravine Maw, three figures moved cautiously through the dense, shadow-drenched path.

A young man led the way, dressed in sleek, high-end battle tech armor that gleamed faintly in the dim light.

He turned back to the two women following close behind with a confident grin.

"You guys don't have to be afraid," he said, his voice light and cocky. "With the battle tech my dad gave us, we'll farm some dread beasts and rack up enough Meta Essence to level up in no time."

The man in question was Park Berg, son of the CEO of one of the largest battle tech corporations in City X. When his Aether factor had been discovered at sixteen, he decided to take the hero route—why not?

Everything he needed was handed to him: resources, gear, connections. Even his entry into the Maw, a heavily restricted danger zone, had been smoothed over by his father's influence and his own Level 3 status.

The two girls behind him, Rebecca and Sandra, had been charmed by the offer when they met him at a club.

A level 3 hero offering top-tier gear and a chance to hunt in the Maw? It was an opportunity too good to pass up.

They'd already taken down a few low-rank dread beasts, and things seemed to be going according to plan—until the ground beneath them began to tremble.

"What was that?" Rebecca asked, pausing mid-step.

Park blinked, waving it off with casual dismissal. "Probably just a tremor it's normal here. Relax, I got this."

But he was dead wrong.

From deeper within the Maw, a thunderous roar echoed, and suddenly, from the dark ahead, a hoard of dread beasts came surging toward them.

Their monstrous limbs tore through the earth, their screeches piercing through the silence. But these weren't your average monsters.

These were Rank 4 Abyss Dreads—beasts that radiated with overwhelming, crushing auras. A rank few dared to face.

Unknown to Park, this was the very tier the Duality Pit Guardian had nearly ascended to before Ethan crushed it. And now a dozen of these creatures were barreling toward them.

"P–Park, what do we do?!" Sandra screamed, panicking.

But Park… froze.

He could feel it—the sheer pressure in the air, the way his legs buckled. He had the gear, but not the courage, not the real battlefield instinct.

This wasn't a test run. This was survival. And he wasn't ready.

Rebecca and Sandra looked at him, their faces twisting into horror as they realized just how badly they had misjudged him.

"We should never have followed him…"

"We're going to die here…"

They were preparing to make peace with their regrets—when something incredible happened.

The hoard of abyss dreads rushed past them—not even bothering to glance at the three humans frozen in terror.

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All three stood speechless, unable to comprehend what just happened.

Then—an aura, colder and heavier than death itself, flared from the tunnel behind the beasts. It was different from the dread beasts'—refined, sharp, controlled.

Before they could process it, a sonic boom cracked through the air like thunder.

BOOM!

The abyss dreads exploded mid-run, torn apart by a force too fast to be seen. Flesh, gore, and limbs rained around the trio.

And standing there, just behind the carnage—was a figure in black, a pair of blood-stained gauntlets steaming under the weight of their deadly work.

It was a young man. His expression cold, detached. His eyes sharp and distant.

Ethan.

He barely looked at them.

"It's still not enough… I need to kill more," he muttered under his breath—and with that, he vanished, his body becoming a blur as he disappeared down the tunnel. Too fast for any of them to follow.

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The silence returned—but it was suffocating now.

Park's legs trembled. His lips moved without sound until he finally stammered, "We… we need to get out of here. Now."

But as he turned, he saw Rebecca and Sandra already sprinting ahead, not waiting for him.

"W–Wait! Wait for me!" Park shouted, scrambling to chase after them, the cold sting of reality burning in his chest—he wasn't the strongest. He wasn't even close.

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Within the cursed depths of the Umbravine Maw, Ethan had become a one-man apocalypse.

Abyss Dreads—torn to shreds.

Greater Dreads—obliterated without resistance.

Lower Dreads—slaughtered on sight.

Every beast that stumbled into his path met the same fate: a brutal, merciless end beneath his

gauntlets. Blood sprayed, bones cracked, and Meta Essence poured into his body like a raging tide.

Now, surrounded by the thunderous snarls of a hundred Greater Dread Beasts, each one towering and muscular like twisted gorillas from a forgotten nightmare, Ethan stood tall and unyielding.

They attacked in synchronized fury—massive fists crashing down like meteors. But Ethan met them head-on, his own fists cracking through hide, sinew, and skull alike.

Boom! Crack! Boom!

He moved like a storm given flesh, an unstoppable force of destruction.

And as each monster fell, he could feel it—the pressure in his body, the Meta Essence swirling violently within him.

"I can feel it… I'm almost there…" Ethan thought, his breathing steady, eyes sharp.

This wasn't just battle—it was a ritual of ascension. His body had reached its limit; now all he needed was one final push. One more overflow and he'd break through to the next level.

The last gorilla dread, wounded and trembling, stared at Ethan with wide, primal eyes. But there was no mercy.

Ethan stepped forward and with one final blow—CRACK!—he shattered its skull beneath his gauntlet-covered fist.

"Just a little more..." he muttered, blood dripping from his gauntlets.

Then—his instincts flared. A warning.

He moved instantly, vanishing from his spot as the air rippled behind him.

A sudden pulse—and where Ethan had stood, someone now hovered.

She was beautiful, Deadly and Terrifying.

A woman with flowing black hair, her eyes a piercing blood-red, stared at him with a chilling calm.

Her hand glowed with pulsating purple energy, twisted and void-like in nature—raw, controlled destruction.

Ethan's eyes narrowed. He recognized the signature—the void aura, the teleportation, the lethal intent. He wasn't sure if it was truly her, but only one villain fit this level of menace—Mirveil.

"How did she even get here?" he thought.

But the question didn't matter—not yet.

"I'll get answers after I take her down."

With no more words exchanged, the woman lunged forward, her hand cloaked in swirling purple void, aiming to erase him from existence in one touch.

And Ethan—he welcomed the fight, his gauntlets lighting up once more as he charged to meet her head-on.

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A/N I will release 3 extra chapters if I get 200 power stones or 100 Golden tickets.

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