Rascals_dream

Ethan Cross died in his past life trying to save a stranger. Now, he finds himself reincarnated in [New World], a brutal realm plagued by monstrous Dread Beasts, where only those blessed with the Aether-factor can become Heroes.

But there’s a problem.

Ethan awakens as an E-rank Hero, the lowest tier possible.

With no powerful clan willing to take him in, and the world already dismissing him as dead weight, his future seems hopeless.

Until he unlocks his Innate Talent: Sanctum of Beasts.

A mysterious power hidden deep within him, the Sanctum grants Ethan access to a personal dimension where he can battle infinite waves of Dread Beasts.

 Each kill drops Ability Fragments, and unlike others, Ethan isn't bound by the world’s cruel restrictions—he can absorb them all. Ten abilities. Twenty. Fifty. One hundred abilities and counting.

While other heroes struggle to master their meager skill sets, Ethan becomes a walking arsenal—his power limitless, his potential terrifying.

But as he climbs through missions and delves deeper into the secrets of the Black Pits, Ethan discovers the truth: the Hero Association is lying. The Dread Beasts are changing. And someone is watching him from the shadows… waiting for him to grow stronger.

In a world where strength is law, and death is the price of weakness, Ethan will not just survive.

He’ll become the predator feared by beasts, villains, and gods alike.

I Am a Hero With A Hundred Abilities

The building loomed like a corpse at the edge of Duskline District, its concrete walls stained with age, weather, and neglect.

Wires hung like veins from its broken facade, and at the entrance, a flickering neon sign barely clung to life.

The original words were supposed to read "Black Hallow," but with half the letters failing to light up, it simply read:

Fitting, Ethan thought grimly as he stepped inside.

The stench hit him first—a cocktail of piss, rot, and cheap smoke. The lobby was more a graveyard than a hallway.

Bodies littered the floor, slumped against the walls—victims of overdoses, mind-numbing substances, or sheer despair. Some moaned quietly, others lay still, eyes vacant, souls long gone.

Above the doors, he saw the markings—01 to 10 on the ground floor.

Apartment 23 was on the third floor.

As Ethan climbed the creaking staircase, temptation crawled from the shadows.

Ch 39. Counter Ability