I Am a Hero With A Hundred Abilities-Chapter 60: Ch 59. Guardian Angel

Ethan stood still, his gauntleted hands relaxed by his sides, but his entire body hummed with power—new, refined, and violent if unleashed.

Most people would spend decades—a lifetime even—just to achieve one level up.

But he had done it twice… in a single week.

It felt surreal. Almost unnatural.

Many would call it a miracle, a testament to his talent. But Ethan wasn't so arrogant. He knew better.

"This isn't just me," he thought. "The Sanctum had a hand in this. It had to."

He had leveled up using Overflow—a dangerous, rare method of oversaturating one's body with Meta Essence far beyond safe limits. For most, it would have meant paralysis… or death.

But he was able to survive and level up

He could feel it in his muscles, his instincts, his perception.

He was sharper. Faster. Deadlier.

Still, he didn't let it get to his head.

"This isn't a gift. This is a responsibility stacked on responsibility. But…"

He looked over to the restrained woman glaring daggers at him.

"…today was still a double win."

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There she was. Mireveil. B-rank. Level 3. The one causing Striker and his clan members sleepless nights due to the stress in trying to find her.

She was now cuffed, helpless, and glaring up at him with hate-filled red eyes.

Her white hair clung to her cheeks, disheveled from their fight.

"To think I would be the one to capture the person that's had Striker and his clan scrambling for months," Ethan muttered with a smirk.

He had already called Striker. The man's voice had practically cracked from joy over the phone. Mireveil's capture was no small feat.

Ethan walked up and crouched beside her, letting his gaze linger.

She looked calm. Too calm.

"Some people will be here to take you," he said, voice low. "So if you can do us all a favor, why don't you tell me why you're after me?"

He didn't expect an answer. But he asked anyway.

Mireveil's lips curled into a sneer. Her crimson eyes narrowed.

"You're gonna die," she hissed.

Ethan tilted his head, amused. "Oh? Is it you that's going to kill me?"

"As long as they want someone dead," she replied coldly not bothering to answer his question "that person doesn't survive."

A silence passed between them Cold and Electric.

Then—Ethan chuckled.

And that laugh quickly turned into a quiet storm.

Mireveil blinked in confusion… just before Ethan's hand shot out and grabbed a fistful of her hair, jerking her face upward as his aura exploded. free𝑤ebnovel.com

His golden eyes ignited with divine fury. Cold and Unforgiving.

"You think I'll be scared of some secret organization?" he said, voice rumbling with fury.

"I've experienced what no man should survive.

I've been tasked with what no mortal should endure.

And I carry a gift that even God's fail to understand."

Mireveil's body trembled. Not from fear—

But from pressure. Overwhelming, soul-crushing pressure.

Her eyes flickered with uncertainty.

Ethan leaned closer, his glare unwavering.

"So if some organization wants to come for me…"

"Let them."

"I'll crush them like anyone else who tries to stand in my way."

Silence.

Mireveil said nothing. Not a word. She just stared, her breath tight in her chest.

Ethan finally released her hair, the pressure fading as he rose to his feet.

"Since you don't want to talk," he said, brushing dust from his gauntlet,

"we'll wait for the professionals."

And with that, the room fell quiet—save for the slow hum of power still radiating from Ethan's body.

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In the towering spires of the Golden Emperor Clan's headquarters, Striker moved with purpose.

He didn't take any chances. Not with Mirveil.

Ethan had her, yes, but bringing her back was another story entirely.

"We do it by the book," he muttered as he rapidly selected elite members from the clan.

"Small team with a strong and clean extraction."

Once the squad was ready, they were about to head out when a calm but confident voice called out—

"Wait."

Striker turned, brows furrowed. Standing at the entrance was him—

Guardian Angel.

A Level 6 S-rank hero who had rocketed past most of the clan despite being a recent recruit.

He was a prodigy and now he was a powerhouse.

He approached with slow, measured steps, his snow-white cloak swaying behind him.

"I want to come," he said simply. "I want to see the person responsible for killing one of ours."

Striker considered for only a moment before nodding.

With a power like his, they'd be unstoppable.

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Arrival at the Maw

The group reached the Maw, one of the most fortified strongholds maintained by the Hero Association.

The moment Striker explained the threat, alarms blared.

Lockdown initiated.

The gates closed as the lights turned crimson and the lockdown protocol kicked in.

The team made their way inward, deeper, until they reached the chamber where Ethan waited.

He stood calmly, leaning against a wall, one foot braced behind him, Mirveil cuffed beside him, head lowered.

As he saw them approach, Ethan raised a brow and pushed off the wall.

"Took you long enough," he said with a smirk, grabbing Mirveil by the arm and dragging her to her feet.

"Here. All yours."

Striker stepped forward. "Good work, Ethan. You really helped us a lot."

"No problem. Just doing my part," Ethan replied, keeping his voice casual.

"After all… we need to bring her to justice."

But as he extended his hand to transfer Mirveil over—

—a sickening sound tore through the air.

SHLUK.

Striker's eyes widened.

A hand—gloved, bloodied—had burst clean through his stomach from behind.

Blood gurgled in his throat as he staggered forward, eyes wide in pain and disbelief.

He turned slightly—just enough to see the one who'd done it.

Guardian Angel.

The room froze.

"A-Angel?!" one of the heroes screamed. "Why—why would you do this?!"

But Angel said nothing.

He withdrew his hand with surgical precision and, without hesitation, moved like a reaper through the remaining squad.

He was Level 6. They were nothing.

Within seconds, blood stained the floor. Golden Emperor elites lay fallen.

It was their last mission and it was their last breath.

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Ethan stood frozen, his heart pounding.

He stared at Striker as he was on the floor bleeding out and dying as he whispered "Why…?"

Rage. Confusion. Regret. All of it clashed inside Ethan's chest.

His golden eyes locked onto Angel.

"Hand her over," the traitor said coldly, no longer bothering with pretenses.

Ethan looked down at Striker—he didn't know who this man was but he was going to be a dead man.

His fingers curled into fists. His aura began to spike.

No more questions.

Just resolve.

He flung Mirveil behind him with a single motion and stepped forward.

His voice, once calm, now shook with killing intent.

"I'm going to kill you."

And then—he charged.

A Few Hours Earlier

Inside a dimly lit office deep within the golden emperor's

northern compound, Guardian Angel knelt on one knee.

Before him hovered a shadowy holographic projection, crackling with faint static, its shape humanoid but indistinct—cloaked in mystery and authority.

Angel's expression remained calm, but tension undercut his voice.

"Sir… all my plans to prevent the Golden Emperors from locating Mirveil have failed. The target—Ethan—managed to capture her."

A moment of dead silence followed.

The weight in the room shifted.

Sweat trickled down Angel's brow despite his composure as He waited for the figure to speak.

And then… the voice came

Deep, Calculated and Merciless.

"Mirveil has failed us for the last time."

A pause.

As the verdict was sealed.

"Eliminate her and Eliminate the target. No witnesses."

Angel lowered his head further.

"Understood."

The projection vanished.

As the plan was set in motion.

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Present

Ethan charged.

A golden aura burst around him as Flow and Force Might surged through his body. His speed blurred reality—one moment visible, the next gone.

BOOOOM!!! The sound barrier was shattered.

As He reappeared at Angel's side, fist crashing into his face with the might of a warhammer.

Angel's head twisted grotesquely—a full 180 degrees—his neck snapping like a twig.

But Ethan didn't stop.

He followed up with another punch.

But Angel's hand seized it mid-swing.

A dark pulse flowed through him, and his neck cracked as it twisted back into place—healing rapidly, a testament to one of his inhuman abilities.

"You pack a punch," Angel said coldly, eyes gleaming.

"But now it's my turn."

His fist smashed into Ethan's gut.

Ethan reflexively activated Force Drain and Void, but the sheer impact overwhelmed him. He was launched backwards, crashing into a stone wall with brutal force.

Dust filled the chamber.

Angel's right hand shifted grotesquely, growing larger and more monstrous—another ability activated, adding raw might to his next strike.

Ethan emerged from the rubble just as Angel reappeared before him—already mid-swing.

He barely dodged, As Angel's fist pulverized the spot where he had just stood. The entire floor cracked beneath the pressure.

Ethan gritted his teeth.

{"King of Force!"}

His aura erupted again—an intense pulse of gold and white as he surged forward.

Angel met him in kind.

As Their fists collided like two titans clashing.

BOOM!

The shockwave rippled outward, a seismic blast echoing through the sealed Maw chamber.

Ethan flew backward once more, this time his body skidding across the floor, bouncing from the momentum until he stopped beside Mirveil's bound form.

He gasped, pain rushing up his arm.

His gauntlet was shattered. His fist—bloody and swollen.

Angel stood unscathed.

Unmoving. Unshaken.

He took slow steps forward, expression devoid of emotion like a machine built for war.

Ethan sat up, eyes locked on him.

"This guy's tough…"

There was no fear in his gaze—only cold, precise analysis.

'There had to be something preventing the noise from reaching outside for no reinforcements to have come up to this point. Angel must have have done something.'

'But how would he escape with Mirveil? with the chaos he caused it would be difficult.'

Ethan shoved the thought away.

"No. Not now." He could think of Angel's thought process later now there was only one thing to do.

He opened the Aethermark Interface, blood dripping from his fingertips.

With a thought, he activated the Sanctum of Beasts—its cooldown finally over.

"Let's turn the tide."

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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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