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

The white tiger beneath Ethan's feet was a silent witness to the scene unfolding in the distance.

Ormund's voice rumbled low, breaking the quiet. "Ethan, I do believe we're being ignored."

"As I can see!" Ethan's displeasure was tangible. Was he judged to be a mere kitten or something?

Below, Uncle Jed gave the silver spear he'd been dragging a slight shake. He tucked the butt beneath his arm, the dragon-headed tip angled forward. It was a simple technique—Pathfinder's Guidance—but in his hands, it became something else entirely. With a sudden thrust, the spear surged ahead, a silver gleam cutting through the dim light. It felt less like a weapon and more like a living extension of the man himself, hurtling toward the monster with terrifying speed.

The Pincer-tailed Sand Badger King wasn't to be outdone. Its tail flicked sharply, a shimmer of purple light blooming at its tip. In the next instant, a vortex of wind erupted around it—the warning sign of a devastating strike. With a screech, it charged forward, its tail slicing through the air, shredding the very fabric of the void in its wake.

Ethan's lips curled into a smirk. Powering up, are we?

"Ormund, hold steady!" he called, shifting from the tiger's head to its broad back. As they accelerated, the shockwave shattered the sound barrier, leaving Uncle Jed a distant blur behind. From this vantage, Ethan saw the convergence of paths—Uncle Jed below, bracing for the inevitable clash. Both men had locked in, forces of nature poised to collide.

No taunts. No banter. No wasted movement. Just two auras pushed to their absolute limits—each fighter betting everything on a single, decisive blow.

Ethan's pulse quickened, remembering uncle Jed's bold words: "Then can you wield the spear as an extension of your will. Only then can each strike carry enough force to bring giants to their knees and split stone from the earth."

Grand words indeed, Ethan mused.

"I'll show you what it means to be ignored," he muttered, voice low and grim. "Battle Embodiment... activate. Bear Form... Panther Form... activate. Spear, emerge."

Standing tall on Ormund's back, Ethan called the Twilight War Spear to his hand. His body trembled with raw, untamed energy. The weapon hummed in response—an artifact attuned to destruction. Heavy Strike, Lacerate, Shred, Rake... each attack flowed into the next, a cyclone of violence building at the tip of the spear.

"You think you're the only one who can charge up an attack?" Ethan's muscles bulged, straining beneath his skin, as the pressure around him intensified. The very air crackled with energy.

"Ethan… what are you doing?" Ormund's voice trembled. The energy radiating from the boy was terrifying—a maelstrom of force that threatened to tear the sky apart.

"Hold steady, you overgrown furball! That thing dared to underestimate me. I'm going to crack its skull open!" Ethan barked, barely restraining his fury. "Don't move. And for God's sake—be subtle!"

With a fluid leap, he returned to his perch atop Ormund's head. The Twilight War Spear blurred in his hand, its edges humming with anticipation. Ormund's fur bristled beneath him, a wave of primal dread crawling up the beast's spine. The closer Ethan drew, the deeper the chill settled into the tiger's bones.

"Ormund," Ethan said, his voice now low and controlled, "on my signal, hit it with your most powerful ranged attack."

The tiger didn't respond. It didn't need to. Its body was locked in position, a low growl rising in its throat as a ball of yellowish-brown light began to gather in its maw.

Ethan's eyes stayed fixed on the oncoming creature, his mind a whirlwind of timing and angles. Five kilometers… four… three...

"Now. Fire."

Down below, the two juggernauts were about to clash. Just before contact, Ethan gave Ormund's ear a firm pat.

A tiger's roar shattered the air, a wave of concentrated energy blasting toward the monster. The creature barely looked at it—just a flicker of annoyance in its eye—before dismissing it entirely.

"Heh heh... Dragon's Might."

A flicker of blue light danced in Ethan's eyes. The soul power he had compressed—sharpened to its very limit—was laced within that roar. It wasn't just noise; it was a hidden blade.

Though the tiger's roar seemed to be brushed aside, that roar had never been the true attack.

Then came the dragon's cry.

It burst from Ethan's throat—an ancient, soul-chilling sound, as if from the dawn of creation. A pulse of raw pressure tore through the battlefield and slammed into the badger king, halting it mid-charge. All its built-up momentum, all the power it had mustered, evaporated in an instant. For a heartbeat, it froze.

It was all Ethan needed.

"Roar!" The monster, previously thought mute, howled in rage. Its voice reverberated through the heavens—raw fury aimed at the insect who dared defy it.

"Spear like a dragon!" Uncle Jed saw his moment. With a roar, he spun his spear into a blur, its tip blooming into a silver flower of death.

The monster's tail whipped around—razor-sharp and aimed for Jed's heart. Tail met spear. Titan met titan.

Clang!

The impact rang clear, a sharp metallic note that hovered for a moment before the world erupted.

"Dragon's Might!" Ethan's shout split the heavens. He hurled the Twilight War Spear like a drill of compressed force, a spiraling spear of death descending from above.

The badger King gaze snapped upward, locking onto Ethan. A flicker of horror crossed its face. Its eyes widened. Its pupils shrank. It had focused entirely on Uncle Jed—completely misjudging the boy on the tiger.

Too late.

With a desperate scream, it raised its pincer arm to shield itself. A futile gesture.

The Twilight War Spear struck. Its arm never stood a chance—disintegrated before it even touched the weapon. Vaporized.

The beast shrieked in pain. The spear drilled downward, punching a hole through the creature's shoulder and into the ground. Not a kill shot—but close. So close.

Ethan cursed under his breath. Damn it. Just a little off.

The monster's desperate last-second move had saved it from a fatal blow. But the wound was massive. A hole as thick as a grown man's arm now marred its upper body.

"Rear-Guard Lance!" Jed was already moving. His silver spear swept through the air again, carving into the creature's chest with a dramatic flourish. But the wound was shallow.

The monster roared—then swelled in size.

Its sudden expansion launched Uncle Jed through the air like a ragdoll.

"Ormund!" Ethan shouted.

But the tiger was already in motion, rising fast, ascending with speed unnatural for its size. Behind them, the monster had grown into something unholy. Its size was colossal, its rage unchecked. Its tail—now several times longer than its own body—lashed toward the sky.

The badger king was beyond fury. It had made a fatal error—underestimating the boy. The attack it had suffered wasn't just powerful—it had been precise, layered with a dozen different skills and timed to perfection. If not for Ethan's soul sense and precise execution, the blow might have missed entirely. But it hadn't. It had struck true.

And Dragon's Might—the hidden force within Ormund's roar—had crippled the beast at the worst possible moment.

Even lions use their full strength to hunt rabbits.

This was the price of arrogance.

Still, despite its wounds, the creature remained a nightmare. A mountain of muscle, a storm of vengeance. It struck with speed and fury that even Ormund couldn't predict.

"You insignificant pest! You cowardly, despicable worm!" it bellowed.

Its voice became a shockwave.

A roar that shattered the sky and ripped through the land like a storm of blades.

In Beastfall City, the guards standing on the walls were flung like dolls, blood streaming from their ears, eyes vacant. They were dead before their bodies hit the ground.

But the shockwave didn't distinguish friend from foe. The badger King's own kind—its loyal kin—were caught in the blast. In an instant, the entire western battlefield was painted red.

Uncle Jed, now a distant speck tumbling through the air, spat blood. And Ormund was at the heart of the blast.

Its body seized and Its eyes widened with pain and disbelief.

'It's over…'

That was its final thought before everything went black.

And it fell.