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

"Roar…"

A pillar of light split the sky.

It pierced through the churning clouds and struck with divine force upon the head of the Greatfang Tiger man. With a deafening roar, he was forced into his true form—a colossal beast over fifteen meters long. But even at that size, the light pinned him to the ground like a nail driven through flesh and bone. Crack, crack, crack... The sound of his bones splintering echoed in the air as guttural screams tore from his maw.

"Brother!" The other Greatfang Tigers bellowed in fury, their roars shaking the trees. Even Ethan, cradling Dot in his arms, instinctively stepped back several paces, startled by the sheer brutality of the scene.

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Half a day later, Ethan stood atop the massive tiger's head, the silhouette of Beastfall City finally coming into view on the horizon. Along their path, anyone who dared to obstruct them had been swiftly and mercilessly dealt with by Ethan. Though no truly formidable foes had appeared, their journey was smooth—almost suspiciously so. The ease of it made Ethan feel untouchable. He was elated, carried high not just by the tiger's back but by the intoxicating surge of power.

This bold, unstoppable presence seemed to invigorate the tiger as well.

Ormund—the beast beneath Ethan's feet—had originally submitted out of desperation, hoping that surrender would spare his people. But after witnessing the Divine Contract firsthand, his reasons shifted. To the outside world, a Divine Contract was a rare, awe-inspiring thing. But to the Greatfang Tiger Tribe, it was something far more sacred.

Long ago, their great ancestor had been bound by such a contract. That warrior, the human he had followed, was said to have ascended to godhood after shattering the heavens themselves. The tiger had followed, blessed with divinity, and their tribe—born from that lineage—became one of divine descent. However, the ages had worn away their power, diluting their once-great bloodline. It was now only a whisper of what it had been.

But as Ethan fought, and as Ormund observed, a forgotten pride rekindled. Perhaps this wasn't submission. Perhaps it was destiny. Maybe this boy was the same as the one from ten millennia ago. The thought was thrilling. And when wings—brilliant and silver-feathered—sprouted from Ormund's back, it felt like prophecy awakening.

Now, with Ethan standing tall, Ormund no longer dodged or skirted around threats. He crashed through them, flying in his true form, surging toward Beastfall City. At first, his wing control was shaky. His massive form wobbled in the sky, and on the ground, Inugoro—the Underworld Hound—easily kept pace. But as time passed, Ormund adjusted. The silver runes along his wings began to shimmer, slicing through the void with alarming speed.

That speed didn't go unnoticed.

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Powerhouses across the land turned their gaze skyward, frowning in surprise. A flying beast of that caliber wasn't unusual. But the human standing confidently on its head? That was.

In the Southwest Region, humans were pets—tools of amusement or labor. No one had ever seen a Beastfolk become the steed of a human. The mere sight challenged the natural order. And as for Ormund himself—what kind of Beastfolk was this? A Greatfang Tiger? Since when did tigers grow wings?

On the ground, Inugoro was suffering. Despite Ethan clearing their path with deadly precision—impaling any would-be assailant with his spear—the dog's lungs were burning. He gasped for breath, falling farther behind with every stride.

Thump… Thump…

A double shockwave rippled through the sky. Two explosive booms rolled like thunder.

Ethan's head snapped up. Twin sonic booms—caused only when something broke the sound barrier. Ormund was fast, but this was on a different level. He squinted into the distance. There, soaring through the clouds, was a bird no larger than a sparrow—but glowing with radiant gold.

And the pressure it radiated… Ethan tensed. This was no ordinary creature. This was power.

"What the hell is that bird's level?" Ethan muttered, more to himself than anyone else.

"I thought no Sovereign-rank beings were allowed near Beastfall City," he said, directing his voice down to Ormund.

"Golden Falcon," Ormund replied, his voice low with both awe and wariness. "It's of the Avian royal bloodline. Its rank is actually one tier below mine—only Awakened-rank. But royal bloodlines… they're not to be underestimated."

Ormund's wings slowed. His flight became steadier, more cautious. His pride stung. Once, his kind had held royal blood as well. Now, they had fallen so far that he felt the need to yield in airspace.

Ethan exhaled slowly. So even among Beastfolk, some could fight far beyond their rank. This wasn't just about levels or numbers anymore. That golden falcon had completely killed his soaring arrogance.

"Huff... Huff... Ethan... Ormund... Can we... take a break?" Inugoro finally caught up. He looked like death in canine form—fur slick with sweat, tongue lolling from his mouth. Ethan stared at him, and a look of pity crossed his face.

The Underworld Hound's true form mirrored a breed Ethan had seen back on Earth—a sighthound. Sleek, nimble, lightning-fast, built for the chase. Agile enough to perform death-defying turns mid-sprint, but dumb enough to run themselves to death.

And right now, Inugoro looked like he might do just that.

"Come on up," Ormund said, glancing back without much interest.

"Huh?" Inugoro blinked, confused.

"Hmph… Since the master ordered it, I'll give you a ride," the great tiger muttered, trying to sound annoyed, but there was a hint of generosity in his tone.

"Thank you Brother!" Inugoro beamed, scrambling up.

Ethan watched the interaction quietly. Maybe… Beastfolk weren't all savages after all.

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Flying was faster—unbelievably so. In just two hours, they reached the towering walls of Beastfall City. Ormund descended gracefully and folded his wings as they landed outside the city gates.

"No flying inside Beastfall," Ormund warned. "Anyone caught doing it gets executed. We walk from here."

"Got it," Ethan said.

The seven of them dismounted. At some point, Little Empty had climbed onto Inugoro's head and made himself at home, squatting comfortably. He had tried his luck bullying Ormund once, but a single glare from the tiger had sent him scurrying. Since then, he chose the 'easy' target.

Inugoro had somehow ended up as both the group's pack mule and designated punching bag. To make matters worse, he even had to call a damn monkey 'Brother'. Still, it wasn't all suffering. Little Empty had a stash of snacks—loads of them. Ethan had stuffed the monkey's bag with bananas, apples, and pears from an earlier haul, and surprisingly, the little guy was generous. Every time he took a bite, he'd casually toss something down to Inugoro. A life of insults and fruit—it was a weird kind of peace.

Dot, too, carried a pouch at her waist, filled with snacks Ethan had specially prepared. After raiding the Clearspring City convoy, Ethan had acquired several spatial pouches. Now everyone had one, and provisions were abundant.

When they reached the gate, Ethan finally grasped the scale of the city.

The walls soared a thousand meters high, towering over everything around them. The massive gate stretched hundreds of meters wide. And yet, even at that size, the flow of people—Beastfolk of all kinds—passed through in an orderly stream.

"Entrance fee," a gruff guard said, holding out his hand.

Ethan remembered Clara's warning: one Tier 2 beast crystal per person.

'Where the hell am I supposed to get Tier 2 beast crystals?' he thought. Then, without hesitation, he pulled out a blazing Tier 4 beast core—the one he'd taken from the Blazefire Toad.

The instant it left his pouch, a wave of scorching heat burst outward. Ormund immediately whirled around and slammed a paw over Ethan's hand.

"Put it away! I have Tier 2 ones!" he hissed, eyes wide.

Ethan blinked. "What?"

Ormund stared at him, dumbfounded. Where does he even get this stuff? A Tier 4 fire-element crystal—just like that? And he wants to use it for an entrance fee? Does he even know how valuable that is? Or is he so rich he uses artifacts like candy?

But it was too late.

The aura had already flared, and nearby Beastfolk glanced over, eyes gleaming with hunger. However, upon seeing the golden 'King' character etched on Ormund's brow, most quickly turned away, their ambitions shriveling.

At the city gates, one of the guards narrowed his eyes, then signaled discreetly to a fellow guard, who turned and slipped silently into the city.