Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat!

The murderous aura surged like a black tide across the horizon.

Ethan and Ormund floated in the air, motionless, facing the oncoming beast horde.

Within the radius of his Soul Sense, Ethan saw Julian dragging the ten unconscious soldiers out of harm's way. They were gravely injured—whether they'd make it out alive was still uncertain.

Then, the tide of beasts slowed as it reached a thousand yards from Ethan. The horde, a swarm of monstrous forms, hesitated and came to a stop.

Not because of anything said or done—but because of what they saw. A lone human stood calmly atop the head of a majestic white tiger. A surreal sight.

And this human… had no aura.

None.

To energy users—or in this case, beast clans—that was the most dangerous kind of presence.

They couldn't gauge Ethan's strength, couldn't tell his rank. He might as well have been a void.

But they could sense Ormund. The white tiger's power radiated with mid-tier Transcendent-level energy, unmistakable.

A brute of a beast with a thick, stone-gray hide and a tusked face stepped forward and bellowed, "Who the hell are you brat to stand in our way, human?!"

Ethan narrowed his eyes. Judging their ranks was tricky, but from the sheer pressure emanating from them, it was clear—every single one was War God-rank.

"Brat… who are you calling a brat?" Ethan fired back, not blinking.

His eyes locked with the brute's, neither giving ground, like two titans clashing with nothing but stares.

"The brat's you, obviously!" the brute roared.

"Oh," Ethan replied with a raised brow.

The response was followed by a burst of rowdy laughter from the beasts behind the brute. They didn't expect such a casual comeback.

"I'll kill you, bastard! Die!"

The brute couldn't take the mockery. He let out a blood-curdling roar and charged forward, aiming to crush both Ethan and Ormund in one blow.

Ethan didn't flinch.

"Sigil of the Wild Legion!"

His voice thundered through the air as he summoned a radiant seal the size of a small fortress.

BOOM!

The seal slammed into the charging brute with earth-shattering force. The shockwave cracked the sky and tore jagged lines through the void itself.

Moooorghh!!

The brute screamed. One of his horns snapped like dry bone.

The Sigil flew back from the impact. Ethan caught it mid-air with his Soul Sense, but the backlash hit him hard. It felt like someone had driven a hammer straight into his chest.

Blood surged up from within, but he swallowed it down, hard.

Outwardly, he stood tall, hands calmly clasped behind his back—like a sage above the fray.

"Sigil of the Wild Legion…" murmured dozens of War God-ranked beasts at once.

"Who are you?"

"I'm Ethan. The new City Lord of Beastfall," Ethan declared loudly, his voice booming with authority. "And you mongrels—daring to run wild in my Southwest Domain—have clearly lost your minds."

Then he unleashed his Soul Power—an ancient draconic aura surged with his words, crashing down on the army like a tsunami.

The effect was immediate. Several War God beasts instinctively took a step back.

That aura… it reeked of dragons.

And dragons were their natural nemesis.

Had Ethan been stronger, his roar alone might've shattered their minds. But his strength wasn't quite there yet, and their numbers were overwhelming.

"City Lord of Beastfall? Just because you say so doesn't make it true."

The speaker was a large wolf-like creature with sunken forelimbs and a lean, calculating gaze. Ethan's eyes narrowed.

A Beast-Wolf—the brains of the Earth Wolf Tribe. No wonder it looked like a schemer.

Ethan smirked. "A brain's a great thing. Shame you were born without one."

The Beast-Wolf's eyes darkened with fury. As the Great Elder of his tribe, being called brainless was an insult worse than death.

"Heh... Even if you are the City Lord," the Beast-Wolf said coldly, turning to the crowd behind him, "that Sigil... is worth more than his life."

He wasn't looking to fight directly. He was baiting the others, stirring greed.

Ethan's gaze sharpened. "You want death? You got it."

He raised his hand again.

"Sigil of the Wild Legion—Suppress!"

The seal grew once more, its form expanding to block vision and distort perception. At the same time, Ethan sent a mental command to Ormund.

"Run!"

The Sigil surged forward with a dimmer glow than before. Its energy was waning, and the seasoned beasts noticed it right away.

Boom!

This time, a massive golden elephant stepped forward, manifesting a shining trunk of power that swatted the seal aside like a toy.

The Sigil was thrown back through the sky, vanishing into the distance.

"He's weak. The Sigil's nearly spent. It's ours!"

The golden elephant's eyes gleamed, and he launched forward, eyes locked on Ethan.

A burst of wind tore through the skies—something else had moved.

A golden blur—razor-sharp and terrifying—cut through the clouds.

A Golden Falcon.

One that had previously gone missing from the coalition's roster in the city.

It was clear now. This War God-rank flyer hadn't gone missing; it had flown ahead to intercept Ethan.

"Don't let that bird get it before us!" the Beast-Wolf snarled and took off, his hind legs launching him forward like a bullet.

Now the whole army understood: the Sigil was the key to something much bigger.

Their alliance with Hurricane City hadn't just been about conquest. It was about finding that Sigil—because unlocking it meant unsealing what was beneath Beastfall.

"Ormund, faster! Faster!" Ethan urged from atop the tiger's head.

The Golden Falcon was gaining rapidly. It lived up to its reputation—king of the skies.

"I'm going as fast as I can!" Ormund huffed. "I was born to run on land, not fly. These wings are new, remember?"

His speed was already above normal, but Ethan could feel the gap closing.

"Land! Now!"

Without hesitation, Ormund dove sharply downward at a right angle.

"What?!" Ormund was stunned. "We'll be even slower!"

"Trust me," Ethan said. "I'll put you in my storage."

Ethan's upgraded Mindscape had created a new island capable of storing living beings, as long as they were willing.

"Ethan…"

Ormund was silent for a second.

Then nodded.

As soon as they were less than a hundred yards from the ground, Ethsnk waved his hand and Ormund vanished into thin air.

The Golden Falcon, caught off guard, lost its target mid-chase.

He stopped, scanning the area—and spotted a small black figure sprinting along the ground.

A lone human.

"That's him..."

But before the Falcon could move, a shadow streaked past—brown and low.

The Beast-Wolf. He was ahead of everyone, chasing Ethan from the front.

Ethan's mind was racing. Every second bought Julian and the others time.

If they could reach the perimeter, the Illusionary Array would activate—twenty thousand Qilins would erupt from hiding.

Even a War God couldn't get through that trap.

"Travel Form: Force Resonance!"

Ethan's boots barely touched the sand as he exploded forward, a blur across the battlefield.

Not as fast as Ormund flying, but enough to hold them off.

The skies rumbled again. Beasts were gathering.

But not for him—for the Sigil.

"Kid, stop running!" the Beast-Wolf called, trying to sound magnanimous. "Hand over the Sigil, and I promise I'll let you live!"

Ethan didn't stop.

"Really?" he shouted back in a loud voice.

"Yes—yes! Just keep your voice down!" the Beast-Wolf said eagerly, lowering his tone. "Hand it over, and I won't hurt you!"

"Alright!" Ethan said brightly.

He tossed something into the air—a brown square seal spinning with runes of old.

The Beast-Wolf lunged and caught it. It was real. The Sigil of the Wild Legion.

He clutched it like a treasure and laughed.

Behind him, Ethan came to a slow stop and raised his head toward the sky.

"I gave the Sigil to him!" Ethan shouted, his voice booming like a signal flare. "Don't chase me anymore!"

But in his mind, he whispered just one phrase.

'Divine Skill: Teleportation.'