I Am a Hero With A Hundred Abilities-Chapter 2: Ch 1. Sophia Lancaster

Darkness.

That was all Ethan could see.

He felt nothing. Heard nothing. Just an endless void, stretching in every direction.

Is this death?

Time didn't exist here. Seconds, minutes, hours—it all blurred together.

Then—

A light.

Blinding. Warm. Inviting.

Pulled him in, and he didn't resist.

—

And the first thing he heard was—

"I'M COMING!!!"

Followed by a long, shuddering gasp of pleasure.

Then—

His senses slammed back into him.

A rush of sensations, almost overwhelming.

Something tight clenched around his length, warm and wet, pulsing as if trying to milk the very essence from his body.

A deep pressure built up inside him, and before he could process anything—

It forced something out.

His muscles locked up, his breath hitched, and an intense release surged through him, leaving him lightheaded and breathless.

His vision sharpened.

His heartbeat thundered in his chest, a wild, frantic rhythm that only barely began to settle.

Then, his eyes landed on the figure beneath him.

A young woman—her long, golden hair fanned out across the white silk pillows, strands clinging to her damp skin.

Her deep blue eyes were half-lidded, still hazy with the aftershocks of pleasure.

A soft shuddering breath escaped her lips before she collapsed unconscious, her chest rising and falling in slow, even motions.

Ethan froze.

His brain short-circuited.

Not only was he alive, but—

He was naked.

And he had just witnessed a woman orgasm.

His virgin mind could not process this information.

What the Hell?!

His heart pounded as he quickly scanned the room. Fancy wallpaper. A massive bed draped in silk sheets. A chandelier hanging overhead.

This looks like... a hotel room?!

His gaze landed on a mirror across the room.

The reflection stunned him.

He still had his black hair and golden eyes, but his face—

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Was sharper, smoother and younger.

Like he had just turned eighteen.

Ethan's breathing quickened. His mind raced.

Then it clicked.

He was an avid reader of web novels.

This was a trope he had seen before.

"I... reincarnated."

The words left his lips in a whisper.

It was the only explanation.

He had died. He had tried to save those hostages and got shot for it.

And now—

He was here.

A second chance at life.

His chest tightened. Thoughts of his parents filled his mind. He had been ready to see them again.

But now—

He exhaled deeply.

"Guess my reunion with Mom and Dad will have to wait."

He sat up, rubbing his face, trying to process everything—

Then his eyes flicked to the TV mounted on the wall.

A news broadcast was playing.

He frowned, grabbing the remote from the nightstand to turn up the volume.

A serious-looking news anchor spoke:

"—an incredible achievement. The Silverfang Clan, a rising D-rank hero clan, successfully destroyed a Dread Beast Den and closed a Black Pit in the outskirts of City X. Footage of the battle has just been released."

The screen changed—

Explosions.

Massive, grotesque creatures howling in rage.

Heroes wielding powers beyond human limits, unleashing blades of energy, torrents of fire, and barriers of light.

Ethan's entire body went rigid.

His lips parted as shock overtook him.

He could barely breathe as he whispered—

"Where the hell did I reincarnate into?!"

****

There was a slight movement behind him.

His body tensed.

Slowly, he turned his head toward the source of the disturbance.

It was Sophia Lancaster.

He knew her name because he hadn't slept the entire night.

And somewhere between his panic attack and trying to make sense of his reincarnation, he had found a small diary in her bag.

Curiosity had gotten the better of him.

From what he had gathered, Sophia Lancaster came from a wealthy family, but she was having serious family issues—mostly disagreements with her father.

Typical rich family drama.

But what truly shocked him was—

How the hell did he end up sleeping with someone so high-class?!

There were only two possibilities:

Either He was also high-class or He had kidnapped her.

Ethan prayed it was the first option.

The last thing he needed was a powerful family hunting him down.

But a powerful family hunting him down will just be one of his problems because there was another crucial detail Ethan discovered last night.

Normally these reincarnations come with the memories of the previous owner.

But Ethan didn't get anything.

He was flying blind and that feeling scared him.

Without the bodies memories how was he going to blend in and adapt in this new world.

Initially he wanted to get faraway from Sophia afraid that his lack of memory might tip her of that something was wrong.

But he discarded that plan quickly, because after reading Sophia's diary he understood her personality a little.

And him leaving without saying a word was clearly going to piss her of.

And at this point he didn't want to piss her of.

So he could only pray for the best.

His thoughts were suddenly cut short as Sophia stirred awake.

She shifted slightly, her golden-blonde hair spilling over the pillows.

Her long lashes fluttered as she rubbed her eyes, adding an unintentional cuteness to her already stunning features.

The silk blanket barely covered her chest, revealing just enough to make Ethan gulp.

Then, finally—

She looked at him.

Her blue eyes met his.

Silence.

But instead of the gentle morning smile that lovers usually shared—

She screamed.

Sophia's body shook as she whispered repeatedly, "This is not possible... this is not possible..."

Then, with a sudden sense of urgency, she threw off the blankets and looked beneath them.

It wasn't the fact that she was naked that made her panic—she was searching for something else.

Something she prayed wouldn't be there.

But then—

Her blue eyes widened in horror.

A red stain on the bed sheets.

Her breath hitched.

Her pupils trembled.

And then—

She screamed again.

A choked, guttural scream, as if reality had just collapsed around her.

She even slapped herself—as if trying to wake up from a nightmare.

Meanwhile, Ethan sat there in silence, watching the entire scene unfold.

He had no idea what was going on.

And he definitely wasn't about to say anything that might dig his grave deeper.

This was Sophia Lancaster—a girl from a powerful family.

A girl who was clearly struggling to process what had happened.

Then, as if whispering to herself, she muttered, "No one should know of this... Should I kill him to keep it a secret?"

Ethan's entire body tensed.

His heart pounded.

Did she just say what I think she said?!

But before he could react, she shook her head. "No... That would just tarnish my family's name even more."

She frowned, deep in thought, before saying, "And... he doesn't seem like a villain... though he has the tendency to become one. Only villains take advantage of drunk girls."

Then, after another pause, she shook her head again.

"No, Sophia... He was also drunk. I can't put all the blame on him."

Ethan sat there, completely flabbergasted.

What the hell is going on?!

Then—

She looked directly at him.

And for some reason—

His heart skipped a beat.

Her expression had completely changed.

Calm. Composed. Authoritative—like someone used to giving orders.

Then, in an icy tone, she asked, "What is your name?"

The pressure of her gaze made him subconsciously reply, "Ethan."

He had already found out that he shared the same name as the body he had reincarnated into.

Sophia crossed her arms.

"What happened here shouldn't leave the four corners of this room. If I hear any rumors... I will have your head."

Ethan gulped.

It wasn't an empty threat—he could see it in her eyes.

She had the power and influence to actually do it.

Then, without hesitation, she got out of bed and began dressing herself.

She wasn't shy about changing in front of him.

To her, it was a minor inconvenience compared to the massive issue of losing her v-card.

She slipped on a black lace bra and a silk blouse, swiftly buttoning it up.

Then she slid into a tight-fitting skirt, straightened her hair with her fingers, wore her handbag and fixed her cold, unreadable expression.

Before leaving, she took one final glance at Ethan.

"Remember, I will be watching."

Then, she walked out, closing the hotel room door behind her.

Ethan stared at the door for a long time.

What the hell did I do in my last life to end up in this mess?

Was this secretly hell?

Was he being tortured?

Then, suddenly—

A notification pinged on his phone.

Last night, it had been dead, so he had plugged it in.

Now, it was fully charged.

Ethan grabbed the phone and looked at the screen.

Luckily, it was Face ID unlocked.

Then, he saw who the message was from.

His eyes widened.

"I have a little sister?!"