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.

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 sensation of fear still clung to Raghul like a shadow he couldn't shake. It was alien—suffocating. But as quickly as it had arrived, the Prime forced it down with a guttural snarl. He was a ruler of death, not some fledgling creature cowering in the dark.

"I need a plan," he muttered, clawed fingers digging into the arms of his throne. "I don't know what this boy is truly capable of… and I don't intend to find out alone."

With a flick of his mind, Raghul activated the Prime Link, a mental tether that connected him to the other four Primes in the zone.

Each Prime controlled a major region, and though they were bitter rivals, the threat now warranted something dangerous:

Within seconds, Raghul's consciousness emerged into a shared mental space—an endless black void shaped like a warped throne room, where four other towering figures shimmered into focus.

One of them leaned forward, voice dripping with arrogance.

Ch 67. Hybrid