I Am a Hero With A Hundred Abilities-Chapter 16: Ch 15. Stormfang Lupir

The blinding crimson light finally faded, and when Ethan's vision cleared, what stood before him was no longer the same Gray.

Gray's once sleek, grey fur had grown thicker and more defined, with a majestic silver mane flowing down his back.

His body had become more muscular, his limbs denser with power, and his canines sharper, exuding an aura of absolute dominance.

Atop his forehead, a single, curved horn jutted out—jet black with silver streaks running along its length.

But the most striking change was in his eyes—they now gleamed with a golden glow, the same radiant hue as Ethan's own.

Gray let out a deep, resonant growl, his massive frame radiating power that hadn't been there before.

Ethan grinned as he pulled up Gray's status screen.

[Companion Information]

Name: [Gray]

Species: Stormfang Lupir

Age: 8 Months

Current Strength: Stable

Position in Food Chain: 2nd (Above Grave Mawler, Below Fellstrider Rykir)

[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 (Lock enemies in place with sheer presence.)

Windrazor Fang (New Trait – Allows Gray to send sharp wind blades to attack the enemy.)

Ethan's grin faltered as he stared at the new evolution requirement.

"Twenty million points?!"

He slowly turned his gaze toward Gray.

Gray, standing tall and regal, exuded the aura of a true apex predator.

His silver mane flowed majestically in the wind, his golden eyes were sharp and intelligent, and his muscles rippled with latent power.

A true beast of the wilds.

Ethan, however, was not impressed.

Instead, he crossed his arms, looking at Gray like a man staring at his financial ruin.

"You... you're a damn point-drainer, you know that?"

Gray tilted his head.

"Twenty million? Are you trying to bankrupt me? You think points grow on trees?!"

Gray huffed, exhaling a strong gust of wind that sent Ethan stumbling back.

"Oh, so now you've got attitude too, huh?" Ethan grumbled.

Then, his eyes landed on the new trait—Windrazor Fang—and his annoyance melted into a slow, evil grin.

His mind raced with possibilities.

"Wait... sharp wind blades? This... this is actually perfect."

He could already picture it—Gray standing at a distance, sending invisible wind slashes at enemies while Ethan cleaned up the rest.

"Oh, I am going to abuse this."

Ethan's sinister chuckle echoed through the forest, his thoughts already brimming with creative destruction.

Ethan patted his companion's massive shoulder. "Come on, partner, let's go hunting. We've got some 'experiments' to run."

And with that, the two vanished into the wilds—one a reborn predator, the other an opportunistic madman, both ready to wreak havoc.

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The Graven Mawler was a solitary beast, but even the most territorial of creatures had an instinct that overrode their nature—the need to mate.

Mating season was the only time when these elusive predators came together, but they didn't fight for dominance through brute force like other beasts.

Instead, they competed in the art of disappearance.

The males had to prove their mastery of their unique trait—Perfect Erasure—by vanishing from sight.

The Mawler that could erase its presence the most would be the one to secure a mate.

But this season... something was different.

The usual fierce competition was absent.

The number of male Mawlers had plummeted.

And the cause of this was Ethan.

He had done an outstanding job in thinning their numbers, unknowingly becoming the greatest wingman for the surviving males.

And one of those lucky male Mawlers stood before a female, showcasing his skill.

He vanished, blending into the surroundings—his scales absorbing light, his presence fading into nothingness.

The air barely shimmered, a sign of near-perfect concealment.

But the female remained unimpressed.

She had seen better performances in past mating seasons—males who could erase themselves so thoroughly that she would forget they were even there.

Still...

There were no other contenders.

With a reluctant grunt, she turned around, accepting the only option left.

The male, excited beyond measure, stepped forward.

His body trembled as he positioned himself.

He was mere moments away from achieving what every Mawler lived for—

SHINK!

Suddenly a wind blade tore through the air.

And the male's head flew off his shoulders before he could even react.

His face, frozen in shock and deep, soul-crushing regret, reflected a single thought:

"Why now?....It could have been better if I died after I put it in."

His severed head thudded against the ground, rolling lifelessly.

The female Mawler immediately activated her camouflage, fading from sight.

Something that could kill a male in one strike was not something she wanted to challenge.

But it didn't matter.

Gray didn't need to see her.

The entire battlefield was a flat plain, broken only by large, protruding rocks.

Gray, standing tall, lifted his head—golden eyes gleaming—and unleashed Windrazor Fang.

Invisible blades of wind erupted in every direction, slicing through stone and air alike.

The landscape was torn apart.

And then... the air itself seemed to bleed black blood.

The female reappeared, her once perfect camouflage failing as a ghastly wound ran across her torso.

She let out a weak, pained grunt before her body split in half, her upper body slumping forward as her lower half collapsed.

She was dead.

[System Notification]

[You have obtained 0.001 Ability Fragments x2.]

[You have obtained 50,000 Points x2.]

Ethan grinned, pleased with the results.

"Finally... I don't have to kill myself just to take down a Mawler."

Before, he had to die repeatedly, using his corpses as a tool to poison these creatures. But now?

Now he could hunt them straight up.

And with mating season in full swing, he had the perfect opportunity to wipe out the remaining Mawlers.

A smile that was not meant for a hero stretched across his face.

He climbed onto Gray's back, and together, they vanished into the wilds, ready to butcher more desperate Mawlers before they could fulfill their life's purpose.

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It was not a hunt.

It was a massacre.

Ethan and Gray were out for blood, and the Graven Mawlers had no place to hide.

No matter what they were doing—courting, eating, or even sleeping—they were all cut down mercilessly.

A Mawler attempting to court a mate?

SHINK!

A wind blade would slice through both before they could even begin.

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A Mawler feasting on its kill?

SHINK!

Its head would separate from its body, mouth still chewing as its lifeless corpse slumped to the ground.

A Mawler sleeping peacefully, unaware of its impending doom?

SHINK!

A wind blade would wake it up—but only for a moment—before sending it into an eternal slumber.

This was all possible due to Gray's evolution.

It had enhanced his senses to an unnatural level.

He could smell them.

He could hear them.

He could feel their presence, even when they were hidden from sight.

And once Gray locked onto them—it was over.

He would unleash a barrage of Windrazor Fang, the destructive wind blades tearing through flesh, bone, and terrain alike.

Entire sections of land were left scarred, rock formations shattered, and blood-soaked winds howled through the battlefield.

The Graven Mawlers, once feared as apex predators, had become nothing more than fodder for Ethan's slaughter.

And after Two weeks.

Ethan finally stopped.

Not because he was tired.

Not because he had mercy.

But because the system no longer rewarded him.

[You have obtained 0 Ability Fragments x0.]

[You have obtained 0,000 Points x0.]

He had reached the threshold for hunting mawlers.

Opening his status, he checked his progress:

[Points Available: 9,000,000]

[Ability Fragments: 0.799]

Ethan let out a slow exhale, staring at the horrific battlefield of butchered corpses and shattered terrain.

Then, he turned to Gray, his golden eyes gleaming.

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A/N: Got an idea for an ability? Just write it down in the comments.

The sanctum arc will soon come to an end so I need to get a lot of abilities at least A hundred to keep to story moving.

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