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

The beasts seethed with rage, yet none dared to make the first move.

Moments ago, a War God-rank early-stage beast had been slapped aside by Ethan as if it were nothing. The sight left the rest frozen in place, intimidation creeping into their bones.

What in the hell is this kid's rank?

His aura was no different from that of an ordinary human. Yet with a single motion, he had sent the old crone flying before she could even react.

Beasts were naturally suspicious by nature—none wanted to be the first to test him. What if this boy was hiding his true power? The first fool to step forward would be the first to die.

The old crone was already proof enough. Though she hadn't died, her face had been disfigured, and her pride obliterated. She would be a laughingstock among her kind.

Ethan himself was equally stunned.

This had been his first real clash with a War God-rank opponent. And with nothing more than a casual swing, he had sent her flying. The feeling was almost surreal—like bullying an amateur.

'When did I become this strong?'

Or... was the War God-rank just not as terrifying as he thought?

The truth was, Ethan still hadn't fully understood the extent of his own power. Ever since waking from his three-year slumber, his body felt different, as though something deep within had shifted.

During the past half month of battles, he had barely fought personally. He'd been acting as a commander, leaving most of the fighting to Illusionary Qilin and Black Qilin. Their ambushes had been flawless. Injured War God-level enemies didn't even require his hand—twenty thousand Central Dominion Guards could finish the job.

But this unexpected attack? It had worked perfectly in his favor.

Seeing the beasts hesitate, Ethan straightened, adopting an arrogant stance. He raised his middle finger and beckoned them with a smirk.

"Come on then..."

His grin was devilish, mocking.

He treated these beasts like one would deal with a vicious dog. Run, and the dog gives chase. Face it head-on, and the animal hesitates, unsure if it's met something fiercer than itself.

Even the old crone, humiliated and enraged as she was, stayed frozen in place, eyes wide with fear.

"Arrogant beasts! You dare run wild here? Prepare to die!"

A booming voice rang out from the distance, shaking the air.

The beasts flinched, their simmering anger flaring once more. They turned sharply, snarling toward the source of the sound.

From several kilometers away, they saw movement on Hurricane Peak. A lone figure stepped out onto the safe passage, raising a longbow that appeared out of thin air.

He drew the string. The bow arced into a perfect crescent moon, the surrounding space trembling as if about to shatter.

WHOOSH!

The arrow shot forth.

CRACK. CRACK. CRACK.

Wherever the arrow passed, space itself seemed to fracture, rippling and breaking apart.

"No—"

A beast roared and tried to retreat, but it was too late.

In the blink of an eye, the arrow punched clean through its skull. The beast fell heavily, reverting to its true form—a massive mantis, a War God-rank mid-stage powerhouse—dead from a single shot.

The archer stood motionless, expression unreadable. Despicable and underhanded as Ethan might be, a sneak attack like that required frightening strength to succeed.

Next, figures began to pour out behind the archer.

The narrow mountain entrance, which could normally only fit two people side by side, widened unnaturally. Dozens of combatants surged out, more than a hundred in an instant.

The first wave was human fighters, clad in mismatched armor, every single one of them War God-rank early-stage at least.

They took to the air in unison, scanning their surroundings before shooting toward Ethan with grim determination.

These weren't ordinary soldiers. Each of them carried a thick stench of blood, eyes sharp with the experience of countless kills. They looked like butchers—men and women who had lived too long with death.

Ethan's face lit up. "Finally, you're here. Another minute, and I'd have been toast!"

"Sigil of the Wild Legion—SUPPRESS!"

Ethan's roar shook the skies as the colossal Sigil of the Wild Legion crashed down from above, locking him at its center.

The surrounding beasts froze at the sight. Memories of the Void-Rending Bull's grisly death flashed in their minds, and panic set in. They scattered, desperate to avoid the same fate.

Ethan seized the moment. With a sharp whoosh, he vaulted onto Ormund's back.

And just as the towering Sigil was about to descend, he willed it away. The massive mountain-like symbol vanished into thin air.

"Ormund—GO!"

"ROAR!"

Ormund answered with a bone-rattling cry, wings slicing through the wind as they soared toward Hurricane Peak.

The beasts blinked, stunned for half a second, before the realization hit.

"Stop him!"

"Filthy human! How dare you trick us!"

"Forget the Sigil—kill him!"

The beasts roared in fury and launched into pursuit.

"Catch them! We'll make stew out of those beasts when we get home!"

The shout came from one of the newcomers from Forgotten City, though no one knew who. It sparked a ripple of laughter and bloodlust.

Fresh beast meat was a rare luxury in Forgotten City. To them, these War God-level creatures looked less like enemies and more like a feast waiting to be butchered. High-ranking beast flesh contained enormous energy; consuming it over time could fortify one's body and extend life.

Their war cries joined Ethan's flight, the sky now filled with a chaotic storm of humans and beasts.

But the Forgotten City fighters didn't panic. They could see the enemy's ranks clearly.

Early-stage War God beasts, more than forty of them. And while the humans were fewer, the beasts didn't know one key detail: humans fought smarter.

Previously, the beasts had hesitated because they couldn't gauge Ethan's strength. Now, seeing him flee like a stray dog, their rage returned tenfold.

"You worm! Die!"

The scattered encirclement of beasts re-formed, tightening around Ethan's flight path.

The old crone, nursing her bruised pride, appeared directly in front of Ormund. With a vicious snarl, she conjured a massive spectral claw, aiming to crush them.

"You're the one who's going to die... Weapon!"

Ethan's teeth clenched. He wasn't holding back anymore.

The Twilight War Spear flared in his hands as he leapt from Ormund's back, swinging in a broad arc that bent his body like a drawn bow.

BOOM!

The clash tore through the air, space shattering like glass. The crone's spectral hand exploded into shards of light.

The force of the blow sent Ethan tumbling, but he landed back on Ormund's head with a sharp grin.

"War God-rank? Big deal! If I could fly, I'd have ended you all by now!"

The exchange told him everything he needed to know.

He was, at the very least, as strong as a War God-rank early-stage fighter. But his inability to fly was a crippling weakness. For now, he had no choice but to rely on Ormund to hold the skies.

Unfortunately, Ormund's rank was too low to truly help in such battles. That last clash alone had nearly knocked the beast out of the sky.

"Holy crap, Ethan—you're a monster! I'm just slowing you down!" Ormund shouted over the wind, clearly awestruck.

"Shut up and keep flying! I can't fight up here without you!"

Ethan gripped the spear tighter, his gaze locking on the old crone. "We're not done. Charge her—now!"