I Am a Hero With A Hundred Abilities-Chapter 14: Ch 13. Predator’s Fang

Ethan's consciousness stirred as he felt the familiar sensation of being pulled back into existence.

A moment later, he stood once more upon the Altar of Rebirth.

The eerie stone platform hummed beneath his feet, glowing faintly with pulsing runes—remnants of the mystical forces that resurrected him.

He let out a slow breath, stretching his arms as he took in his surroundings. Then, with a smirk, he muttered, "Finally... I can get what I need."

The Altar of Rebirth Store was vast, a seemingly endless void filled with floating, glowing artifacts and weapons.

Each item was a potential lifeline or a game-changer.

But the best gear? That wasn't available from the start.

Access had to be earned through points—a system designed to reward those who persevered.

And now, Ethan had done just that.

[System Notification]

Total Points: 24,000

Ability Fragments: 0.34

Navigating through the store's interface, Ethan scrolled past the items he previously couldn't afford.

But now? Now, he had enough.

His eyes landed on exactly what he wanted.

[Purchase Confirmed]

Points Deducted: 24,000 Points.

His point balance dropped to zero, but he didn't care. Because this was worth it.

Item Purchased: Predator's Fang (Advanced Repeating Shotgun)

The Predator's Fang was no ordinary shotgun.

Its functions were phenomenal.

+7% Increased Accuracy – A subtle but lethal edge in battle.

Range: 70 meters – Perfect for mid-range combat, eliminating threats before they got too close.

High Damage Power – Strong enough to tear through most beast hides with a single well-placed shot.

Self-Reloading Mechanism – No need to waste time reloading—it was always ready to fire.

It was every hunter's dream weapon.

With this, Ethan wouldn't have to rely on his previous strategy—hunting cubs to anger the pack before dealing with them.

Now, he could simply eliminate them from a distance before they even saw him coming.

And that... was far more efficient and honorable.

Ethan grinned as he slung the weapon over his shoulder, feeling its perfect weight settle against his back.

Then, without hesitation, he stepped off the altar and headed back into the wild.

****

A pack of Lupir lay in wait, their sleek bodies pressed low against the tall grass.

The night was bright, illuminated by the twin moons, yet their dark fur blended seamlessly with the shadows, making them nearly invisible.

Their prey—a lone Skervel—continued to graze, unaware that its life was about to end.

The pack remained still, waiting for the perfect moment.

Then—

One of the Lupir lunged, its powerful muscles propelling it forward in a blur of death.

The Skervel froze, its instincts failing it, knowing it was as good as dead.

But before the Lupir's jaws could sink into its neck—

BANG!

A single gunshot ripped through the air, and the Lupir's skull exploded in a spray of blood. It collapsed, lifeless.

The Skervel, miraculously spared, blinked in stunned relief.

Then—

BANG!

A second shot.

This time, the bullet pierced the Skervel's head, killing it instantly.

Ethan, from his vantage point, lowered his weapon and muttered, "Uh... that was a misfire."

But who could really tell?

The remaining Lupir were instantly on high alert.

Their ears perked up, their keen senses scanning the night. Then, they moved—slipping through the grass, stalking toward Ethan's position.

But Ethan wasn't about to be snuck up on so easily.

The moment five of them stepped too close

A sharp mechanical snap echoed.

Spikes shot up from hidden traps, impaling the five unsuspecting Lupir. Their bodies twitched, then fell motionless, blood soaking into the soil.

The remaining twenty Lupir stumbled back in panic, their formation breaking apart.

Ethan smirked.

There was no need to worry about Predator's Dominion—the alpha was already dead. The 5000 points he received earlier confirmed it.

The Lupir quickly regained their composure, their heads lowered, eyes scanning the surroundings. They weren't as foolish as before.

This time, they detected where the other traps were. Then, preparing themselves, they charged toward Ethan.

But Ethan wasn't going to give them a chance.

The closest Lupir barely took a step before—

BANG!

A bullet tore through its eye, burrowing deep into its brain. It collapsed, dead before it hit the ground.

The remaining 19 instantly adjusted, surging forward, planning to surround him before he could fire again.

But before they could even complete the encirclement—

Ethan was already moving.

A Lupir lunged, its jaws snapping inches from his arm—

BANG!

Ethan's gun roared, sending a bullet straight through its open mouth, shredding its skull from the inside. The lifeless body crashed to the ground.

One by one, the Lupir fell. Each time they tried to corner him, Ethan outmaneuvered them.

Each time they lunged, a bullet met them first.

The final Lupir, the last survivor, tried to retreat—but it couldn't. A bullet had already pierced its leg, crippling it.

Ethan raised his gun for the finishing shot—

Then—

[SYSTEM ALERT: Predator's Fang requires 10 minutes to reload.]

Ethan's eyes widened in shock.

"What?! Since when?!"

The system hadn't mentioned a cooldown.

But there was no time to be annoyed.

He drew his dagger, the blade gleaming under the moonlight. Then, without hesitation, he rushed forward, closing the distance between him and the wounded beast.

The Lupir snarled, attempting one last defiant growl—

But Ethan plunged his dagger into its neck, twisting the blade.

The Lupir shuddered, then collapsed, dead.

[SYSTEM NOTIFICATION]

You have obtained 0.001 Ability Fragments (X26).

You have obtained 30,000 points.

Ethan stared at the notification.

Then, he grinned.

He was getting closer to his goals.

After that, he turned away from the battlefield, making his way back toward the Rebirth Altar.

Tonight, he would rest.

****

For seven days, Ethan had done nothing but hunt.

The Lupir population had thinned in his hunting grounds, and he had earned more points than ever before.

But today—today was different.

Because today... the egg would hatch.

Ethan sat cross-legged inside the altar, a small fire flickering nearby.

With a thought, he reached into his Storage Ring, and the egg appeared in his hands.

It was warm—warmer than before.

A low hum pulsed from within, like a heartbeat.

Then—

A faint crack formed along the surface.

The crack spread, slowly at first, then faster, like lightning crawling across a dark sky.

Crack.

A piece of the shell broke off.

Crack.

Another.

A soft glow began to leak from within.

Then—

CRACK!

The egg burst open, shards scattering in all directions.

A blinding light engulfed the area, forcing Ethan to shield his eyes.

When the light faded—

He looked down.

And froze.

It was no longer a frail, helpless cub.

No.

The creature that emerged... was something else entirely.

Its grey fur gleamed under the firelight as if woven from shadows.

Its limbs were lean yet powerful, every muscle coiled with latent strength.

Its eyes—glowing a deep amber-red—held an intelligence far beyond what a mere beast should possess.

A pair of sharp fangs protruded slightly from its upper jaw, promising savagery in battle.

And along its spine, faint runic markings shimmered briefly before fading.

This was no ordinary Lupir cub.

It had skipped the fragile stage entirely.

It was already... a predator.

Just then, a system notification flashed before Ethan's eyes.

[Companion Information]

Name: [Unregistered]

Species: Duskfang Lupir

Age: 3 Months

Current Strength: Stable

Position in Food Chain: 4th

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(Above Horned Skervel, Below Grave Mawler)

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[Evolution Pathway Available]

Evolution: 0/600,000

Evolution requires allocated points.

Unique Traits and Abilities may manifest upon evolution.

Bond Strength Affects Growth Potential.

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[Traits: None]

To Be Unlocked.

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