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

Ethan had chosen the final destination, but it was the three women who mapped out his entire escape route. Every step, every turn, meticulously planned.

Even Tyrant Solitude's role—manipulating the other guild leaders into chasing Ethan, guiding them straight into the ambush, had been scripted by them.

There's a saying: When three women join forces, the world shifts.

But when three brilliant women scheme together, it becomes a storm no one can outrun.

After running around Ethereal for over ten hours, Ethan finally felt a hint of exhaustion. With the guild war concluded, he left the battlefield cleanup to Skyblade and the others.

As for dividing the spoils among the allied guilds? Celia had already negotiated the terms.

Renegade Alliance would loot the battlefield first, catalog everything, and take 70% of the rewards. The remaining 30% would be split evenly between Whispering Bamboo and Eternal Glory.

On the surface, the split seemed unfair, but the two guilds were thrilled. After all, they had zero upfront investment, minimal losses, and only lost a bit of experience from fallen players.

Once everything was settled, Ethan activated the Divine Ability: Teleportation.

His first teleportation marker? Right here, on top of the steep mountain cliffs.

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During the loot division, Tyrant Solitude was caught off guard.

Celia unexpectedly returned a portion of the loot Renegade Alliance had taken from Duskridge earlier. It wasn't much, but it was just enough to cover his guild's previous losses.

At first, he had no complaints—simply breaking even was already a blessing after today's war. But Renegade Alliance's move… It bought his loyalty.

Teaming up with a guild like this? He could rest easy. On paper, they were both Level 4 guilds. But deep down, he knew the truth, his guild could never match Renegade Alliance's sheer strength.

It wasn't just about ordinary members—sure, they might be similar in skill. But Renegade's core elite? They were on a whole different level.

Tyrant Solitude had witnessed it firsthand during the battle in Duskridge. Renegade Alliance had sent four squads, each led by monsters in human form.

Skyblade and SeraphWarrior were frontline powerhouses that tore through enemies with brute force. Meatball, the warlock, summoning over twenty demons at once—each with different abilities, each handling crowd control, ranged attacks, and melee combat simultaneously.

That one guy alone had the power of an entire raid team. And then there was Slashblade…

A holy priest, but not the kind that stayed in the back healing.

No.

He wielded his staff like a club, bashing heads in. Whenever someone hit him, he'd simply heal himself back to full.

Then, once his spells were off cooldown—Holy Smite, Divine Fire, Judgment. He'd unleash a full combo, then go right back to clubbing people.

A combat medic in the most literal sense.

What Tyrant Solitude didn't know, however, was that Slashblade's ridiculous playstyle was all thanks to Ethan's Wishbound Relic. Without enhanced reinforcement, there'd be no boosted defense.

Without boosted defense, no cloth-wearing priest would ever dare charge into melee.

But as for that secret, only six people knew.

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Logging Off

With everything settled, Ethan grabbed Lyla and logged out of Ethereal. The moment he was back in reality, he checked his phone.

He had missed a text from Celeste. It had arrived while he was running from Crowling God Anzu, and he hadn't had time to read it.

Later, Slashblade had mentioned that Celeste had been trying to reach him. Apparently, a mission had been assigned, and she was waiting for his confirmation.

Since she knew he couldn't log out for twelve hours, and they weren't friends in-game, she had sent him a text instead.

When Ethan hadn't responded, she had relayed the message through Slashblade.

She also left a note—

"Next time you log in, disable auto-reject on friend requests. Or better yet, just add me. I don't have time to hunt you down every time we need to talk."

Ethan dialed the number. "Senior, we're done here."

A cold, slightly weary voice came through. "Mm. I know. I'll come find you this afternoon."

Then—click.

She hung up without another word.

Ethan stared at his phone, baffled. What the hell? Who pissed her off this time?

'Wait… don't tell me it's that time of the month?'

He shrugged and tossed the phone aside. Not his problem.

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Stepping out of his room, he saw Lyla emerging from hers at the same time.

And then—

Oh.

Oh, damn.

She had been dressing quite daring around the house lately, but today? Today was something else.

A thin crop top. A tiny pair of cotton shorts. And… wait, was she wearing anything underneath? His eyes narrowed slightly.

"Lyla… you're playing with fire."

His gaze trailed over her, appreciating the view.

Lyla blushed but held his stare. "You don't like it? I can change if you want."

"No, no—love it. Perfect. Don't change."

Ethan grinned and pulled her close, one arm sliding around her waist. His fingers brushed against her soft, bare skin.

Lyla gasped lightly, shooting him a half-hearted glare but making no move to stop him.

With her still in his arms, he led the way downstairs.

It was already noon. Neither of them had eaten since logging into Ethereal the night before. Taking the hint, Ethan went straight to the kitchen and whipped up a simple pot of chicken and dumplings.

They devoured it.

Just as they finished, Lyla stood up to clear the dishes. But right then—

Ding-dong.

The doorbell rang.

Ethan glanced at the monitor. It was Celeste.

Just as he was about to open the door, Lyla panicked. "I need to change!"

She ditched the dishes and bolted upstairs.

Ethan smirked. 'Guess that outfit really was just for me.'

He opened the door and Celeste strode in, her face cold as ever.

"You got food?"

Ethan blinked. "Uh… there's some soup left, if you—"

Before he even finished, Celeste was already at the table, digging in. Like she hadn't eaten in days.

"Hey, slow down. I can make more if you need—"

Thirty seconds, that's all it took. She downed two full bowls in that time. Then she sat back, wiped her mouth, and scowled.

"You made this?"

"Yeah."

"...Tastes awful."

"…"

Ethan almost cussed her out. But then he took another look at her. The dark circles under her eyes. The slightly hollow cheeks…

She looked drained.

"Okay, seriously. When's the last time you ate?" He sat across from her.

Celeste slumped back in her chair. "A full day. No food, no sleep."

Then she straightened up. "Get Victor and the others. We need to talk. This case is… different. Be ready."

"Different how?" Ethan frowned.

Celeste gave him a look. "You're in the Ninth Division. You should already know—we handle anything that isn't normal. There's no checklist, no rules. If it's unnatural, it's ours."

Ethan nodded slowly. He headed upstairs to grab his phone, and when he came back down, Celeste was slumped over the table, asleep.

Ethan sighed, about to wake her so she could rest properly, but then, three steps away, he froze.

A cold chill shot up his spine. His breath caught in his throat. His gaze slowly lowered to the floor.

There, the table had a shadow. The chairs had shadows. But Celeste?

Celeste had none.