I Am a Hero With A Hundred Abilities-Chapter 18: Ch 17.Hollow Goremite
Chapter 18 - Ch 17.Hollow Goremite
The sky wept with the bodies of the fallen.
One after another, the Rykir plummeted, their lifeless forms spiraling toward the earth like shattered comets.
The first shot had been a clean execution—swift and merciless. The second ripped through bone and sinew, leaving nothing but a tattered corpse freefalling into oblivion.
The third was almost poetic, a single bullet piercing through two Rykir at once, sending them both crashing down in a tangle of broken wings and crimson rain.
Ethan stood motionless, his rifle—Fang—still smoldering from the relentless onslaught.
His eyes, sharp and unyielding, tracked the final body as it hit the ground with a resounding thud.
Not a single Rykir had survived.
Three shots, three deaths, three more predators erased from existence with surgical precision. It was, without a doubt, the easiest hunt Ethan had ever undertaken.
Gray didn't even need to lift a claw. He merely watched in silent awe as his master rained destruction upon the skies, his golden eyes reflecting the carnage like a mirror.
But what pleased Gray the most wasn't the sheer display of power—it was the rare, unrestrained smile stretching across Ethan's face. A true, unfiltered expression of joy.
For the first time, Ethan had completed a hunt in just three days. Three days. That was all it took to cull enough Rykir and reach the threshold.
When he finally paused to check his progress, his eyes widened in disbelief.
[Ability Fragments: 0.99]
[Points: 27,000,000]
He exhaled sharply.
"That many...?"
He had been so engrossed in the hunt, so lost in the rhythm of death, that he hadn't even noticed the absurd amount of points he had amassed.
It was understandable. This hunt had been more than just a means to grow stronger. It had been therapeutic.
Every pull of the trigger, every precise kill, had given him the understanding of what it felt like to be in control.
And to be powerful.
And with that wealth of power came a realization—he had more than enough points to evolve Gray.
His gaze inevitably returned to the last, unfinished number.
[Ability Fragments: 0.999]
One more kill.
One last hunt.
And this final prey... would be the hardest one yet.
Before the hunt began, Ethan made a decision.
If Gray was to stand a fighting chance against what they were about to face, he needed to evolve.
The battle ahead would be unlike any they had fought before, and he knew that intelligence alone wouldn't be enough he needed raw power.
And with a thought, he pulled up Gray's status.
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[Companion Information]
Name: [Gray]
Species: Stormfang Lupir
Age: 9 Months
Current Strength: Stable
Position in Food Chain: 1st (Above Fellstrider Rykir, Below Hollow Goremite)
[Evolution Pathway Available]
Evolution Requirement: 0/20,000,000 (Evolution requires allocated points.)
*Unique Traits may manifest upon evolution.
*Bond Strength Affects Growth Potential.
[Traits]
Predator's Dominion (Locks enemies in place with sheer presence.)
Windrazor Fang (Allows Gray to send sharp wind blades to attack the enemy.)
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Without hesitation, Ethan allocated 20 million points into Gray's evolution.
His balance plummeted from 27 million to just 7 million, but he didn't regret it. The power surge was immediate.
A storm of energy crackled around Gray, his silver fur bristling as his body absorbed the influx of raw strength.
Unlike his first evolution, this time the transformation was swift—almost seamless.
The process barely lasted a minute before the energy dissipated, leaving Gray standing taller, his muscles denser, his presence heavier.
Ethan's gaze flickered back to the updated status screen.
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[Companion Information]
Name: [Gray]
Species: Stormborn Lupir
Age: 9 Months
Current Strength: Stable
Position in Food Chain: Pseudo Prime (Competing with Hollow Goremite)
[Evolution Pathway Available]
Evolution Requirement: 0/100,000,000 (Evolution requires allocated points.)
Unique Traits may manifest upon evolution.
Bond Strength Affects Growth Potential.
[Traits]
Predator's Dominion (Locks enemies in place with sheer presence.)
Windrazor Fang (Allows Gray to send sharp wind blades to attack the enemy.)
Stormpiercer Horn (Channels lightning through its horn, firing devastating arcs of electricity.)
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Ethan's lips curled into a smirk. Now we're talking.
Gray's evolution had been subtle, but the addition of a new trait—Stormpiercer Horn—was a game changer.
It meant his companion could now strike from a distance with devastating force. That alone increased their odds of survival against the Hollow Goremite.
Ethan closed the interface and climbed onto Gray's back. His mind was sharp, focused. He had a clear goal.
"Let's go," he murmured, gripping Gray's mane.
With a powerful leap, Gray took off, bounding toward the battlefield where their final prey awaited.
The Hollow Goremite was waiting. And this time, Ethan planned to end it in one try.
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The Hollow Goremite was the undisputed king of Zone 1 – The Runeborn Expanse.
It stood as an immovable colossus, a being forged from ancient, petrified bones.
Unlike the fragile skeletons of the undead, its form was seamless, its structure unbreakable—blackened bones fused together into an impervious mass.
No openings marred its surface apart from the cavernous maw and the twin emerald flames that flickered within its sunken sockets, staring with an unshakable will.
It was power incarnate.
The Fellstrider Rykir, apex predators of the sky region, couldn't even budge its colossal frame. The Grave Mawler, a creature known for devouring hardened rock, had once dared to test its fangs against the Goremite's exterior—only to leave nothing but faint scratches upon its darkened surface.
The king of the expanse had ruled unchallenged, untouchable, indomitable.
And yet, at this moment, something dared to defy its reign.
Ethan sat atop Gray's back, eyes sharp as they sped across the jagged terrain, rushing headfirst into the Hollow Goremite's domain.
The air was thick with the scent of decay and ancient magic. The ground beneath them trembled—not from their movement, but from something deeper, something waking.
Then Ethan felt it.
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A shift followed by a presence and a tremor that rolled through the earth like a death knell.
"Hold on, buddy." Ethan's voice was steady, but his grip on Gray's mane tightened.
Gray's ears twitched, his sharp instincts already warning him of impending danger.
Suddenly, the ground erupted.
A giant, blackened hand—formed entirely of fused bone—burst from below, moving with terrifying speed. It swung sideways, intending to swat them from existence like mere insects.
Gray reacted instantly.
With a sharp turn, he leaped, narrowly dodging the monstrous strike as the colossal hand smashed into the earth, sending a shockwave that shattered stone and sent debris flying in every direction.
Without hesitation, Gray pivoted mid-air, landing upon the very arm that had sought to crush them and began running up the arm.
And then, the true king emerged.
With a deep, thunderous groan, the Hollow Goremite rose from the depths, its second massive hand reaching toward them, trying to grasp and crush.
But Gray was faster.
The wolf twisted, dodging the incoming blow with a burst of speed, his fire-hardened legs propelling him forward.
He scaled the behemoth, claws scraping against its blackened chest before launching himself into the air.
For the first time in centuries, something stood above the Hollow Goremite.
And then—the storm answered.
The sky darkened, clouds forming in an instant, crackling with an ominous, divine fury.
Lightning gathered at the tip of Gray's horn, coiling like a living beast, hungry for release.
The pressure in the air became suffocating, the sheer force of the charge making the very atmosphere hum with power.
Then—
KA-THOOM!!!
A blinding bolt of lightning ripped through the sky, surging downward with explosive force—a strike meant to kill kings.
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A/N will release an extra Chapter if I get 50 power stones.
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