I Am a Hero With A Hundred Abilities-Chapter 33: Ch 32. Only Family

Ethan awoke suddenly, his breath catching in his throat as his eyes snapped open.

The ceiling above him was sleek and metallic, embedded with soft ambient lights that mimicked natural daylight. The room around him felt sterile yet strangely serene—a private hospital ward, but not like any he had ever seen.

Advanced monitors hummed quietly, casting pulses of blue and green light across the walls. Holographic screens floated silently above sleek consoles, displaying his vitals in real-time.

The bed he lay in was high-tech, contoured to his body, with integrated support systems and nanofiber blankets that adjusted to his temperature.

It was immediately clear—no expense had been spared in treating him.

Suddenly, the door slid open with a quiet hiss, and a nurse stepped in, her eyes scanning the monitors casually—until she saw him sitting upright, alert and conscious.

Her tray clattered to the floor, sending metal tools scattering. She gasped, wide-eyed. "Y-you're awake!" Without hesitation, she bolted out of the room, to call the doctor.

A few minutes later, the door burst open again, this time with a man in a pristine white coat, flanked by two more staff. The doctor wasted no time—he moved quickly, checking Ethan's vitals, running diagnostics, and speaking rapid orders to the assistants.

After a tense few minutes, he froze, staring at the data on his tablet.

"How... is this possible?" the doctor murmured.

Ethan tilted his head, raising a brow. "What's wrong, doc?"

"That's the thing. There's nothing wrong with you." The doctor turned toward him, disbelief in his eyes.

"When you were brought in, your body was in critical condition. You had severe myofibrillar disintegration, complete musculoskeletal trauma, and multiple bone fractures.

Your entire muscular structure was borderline necrotic. Even in superhuman cases, it would take a month in intensive care and regeneration chambers to reach baseline stability."

He looked down at his screen again. "But now? You've fully healed. In two days. This kind of recovery is... medically unprecedented."

The doctor continued talking, marveling at the phenomenon, but Ethan wasn't listening anymore.

His mind turned inward. So... it really did heal me. "The voice". It must've repaired my body—probably to keep me from wasting time in recovery. Looks like my mission starts now, whether I'm ready or not.

Just then, the door creaked open again.

And a girl stepped in.

She wore a simple white t-shirt and fitted blue jeans, but there was a certain softness to her look—a warmth that contradicted the sterile room.

Her long black hair shimmered under the lights, cascading down her back like silk, and her golden eyes—shining with both fear and hope—locked onto Ethan the moment she saw him.

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Her hands trembled, and whatever she was holding slipped from her arms, hitting the floor with a muffled thud.

Guess people in this hospital really have something against holding stuff properly, Ethan mused dryly.

As She rushed to him, voice cracking, "Ethan, you're awake!" Her arms wrapped tightly around him as she collapsed into his shoulder, her tears soaking into his gown. "I didn't know if you'd ever open your eyes again... I thought I lost you."

Ethan stiffened, stunned. He didn't recognize her at all—yet her voice, her presence, the way she embraced him—it was clear. She knew him. They were close.

Then it clicked.

Her eyes... and that hair. A document from the previous data files flashed in his mind.

Lisa.

She's... my sister in this world.

The long months in the Sanctum, and the shock of regaining memories from his past life, had dulled his connection to the life he now inhabited.

But this moment—her trembling form against his chest—made everything come rushing back.

He gently lifted a hand, placing it on her head, softly stroking her hair.

Lisa slowly pulled away, brushing her damp bangs aside. Her golden eyes were red and swollen from crying.

The sight stirred something deep in Ethan—something long buried.

In his past life, after losing his parents, there was no one left. No love given. None received. But now...

Now I have someone who cares.

And in that moment, his resolve solidified.

If I'm meant to protect this world... then I swear—no tear will ever fall from her eyes again.

He smiled—confident, calm, and full of fire. "Lisa... you should know by now—I'm tougher than I look."

Lisa blinked, then pouted. "Idiot," she muttered, before lightly punching his chest. "Just promise me you'll be more careful next time."

Ethan gave a small chuckle. "Don't worry. I will."

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Inside the grand study of a lavish mansion, the soft ticking of an antique clock echoed against the quiet hum of air circulating through the vents.

Sophia sat alone in her room, perched elegantly on a high-backed leather chair beside a wide, polished mahogany desk. The dim glow from her desk lamp cast warm light over a spread of files and papers meticulously arranged before her.

At the center of it all was a photograph of Ethan, clipped to a thick manila folder.

Her sharp blue eyes scanned the details like a hawk. The documents beneath the photo were filled with everything her network of informants had uncovered—his address, date of birth, school records, medical history, and even old family records.

Nothing had escaped her reach.

She tapped her nails thoughtfully against the desk. "So... an E-Rank," she whispered, her tone unreadable.

But she didn't sneer. She never mocked someone for being born weak. One's rank was, after all, something beyond their control.

What she did despise were those who resigned to weakness—those who wallowed in it instead of fighting to rise above it.

And Ethan... he wasn't like that. She could see it.

It was in his eyes. There was something beneath that calm gaze. Something unyielding.

Her brows furrowed as she caught herself staring too long at the photo. She suddenly shook her head, breaking the spell.

"Sophia, what the hell are you thinking about..." she muttered under her breath.

Just then, her phone buzzed sharply on the desk, its screen lighting up with a name: "Watcher #3 – Subject Ethan."

She answered instantly. "Speak."

A hesitant voice came through the line. "Lady Sophia... there's bad news."

Her posture straightened. "What happened?"

The informant hesitated. "The target... Ethan... he's been hospitalized. Condition appears critical."

Sophia shot up from her chair, the photo slipping off the desk unnoticed. Her eyes went wide, and a strange, sharp emotion clawed at her chest.

"What?!" she snapped. "What happened to him?"

Silence.

The voice on the other end wavered. "We don't know, ma'am. We couldn't get close enough to gather details."

Her jaw clenched. "What do you mean you don't know?! What are you being paid for?"

"There's been a lockdown," the informant stammered. "The hospital's under tight security. High-level heroes are stationed all around it. We couldn't breach without alerting them."

Sophia's fingers curled tightly around the phone. "Which hospital?"

"Silverpine Central Medical Tower."

She ended the call with a sharp flick of her thumb, not bothering to hear another excuse.

She didn't understand it—the anger, the frustration that boiled in her chest.

Why do I care this much? she asked herself, but she shoved the thought away before it could root too deep.

Instead, she hit another number on speed dial.

"Mr. Henry, prepare one of the cars. I'm heading out."

The butler's voice came through, calm and composed. "As you wish, my lady."

As the call ended, Sophia grabbed a black fitted jacket from the back of her chair and slid it on with practiced grace.

She took one last glance at the scattered documents—at the photo of Ethan—and then turned away.

She opened the door, her expression unreadable, and stepped into the hall, pulling it shut behind her with a soft click.

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A/N I will release an extra Chapter if I get 90 power stones or 30 Golden tickets and I appologize for the late release.

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