Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat!-Chapter 127: Into the Darkness

The Guild Master of Abyss Order, a Fire Mage who had advanced to Flame Archmage, was a player infamous for his cunning nature, earning him the title of ’Sneaky Old Man’.

And he wasn’t just some ordinary player. He wielded two Divine Abilities: [Focus] (Divine) and [Energy Conservation] (Divine).

During the Undead Cataclysm, he unleashed four Forbidden Spells in succession, wiping out eight entire legions of undead in a single moment, securing his place as a legend in Ethereal.

Then there was Little Horn, the Guild Master of Hand of God. As a Gunner, he had advanced to the terrifying Battlefield Dominator class. And his abilities? [Undying] (Divine), [Bloodlust] (Divine), [Fatal Strike] (Divine), and [Sundering Shot] (Divine).

In one of the largest Nation Wars ever recorded, he faced off against an army of over ten thousand enemy players, alone.

For seven straight hours, he fought without pause. Thanks to [Sundering Shot] and [Fatal Strike], he dished out devastating AoE critical hits, while [Bloodlust] kept his health replenishing nonstop.

The result? He became a nightmare on the battlefield.

As the battle raged on, the enemy kept sending reinforcements, increasing their numbers from ten thousand… to a hundred and twenty thousand. Yet, using nothing but guerilla tactics, Little Horn single-handedly stalled a tenth of Russia’s entire war effort.

Eventually, his ammunition ran dry. A full force of 120,000 ranged players finally managed to take him down.

But that wasn’t the end.

Because of [Undying], he resurrected on the spot,and for the next three minutes, he was completely invincible.

Using those precious moments, he broke out of the encirclement, regrouped with his waiting guildmates, and together, they launched a devastating counterattack. By the time the dust settled, the entire 120,000-strong army had been wiped out, most of them ranged players.

That day, he didn’t just win a battle. He became a legend. A true ruler of the battlefield.

Even now, just thinking about it, Ethan could feel his blood boiling.

In Ethereal, every Divine Ability had a known location.

And when it came to the six abilities hidden within Dragonspire, Ethan knew exactly where to find them.

Right now, his target was one of the Divine Abilities hidden in Northern Frontier—[Teleportation].

He already had three Divine Abilities thanks to his King of Elves bloodline, and since bloodline abilities stacked with player-obtained ones, he had no reason to stop now.

Besides, once he claimed it, taking it from him would be damn near impossible. Of course, no plan was foolproof, but [Teleportation] was the perfect first step.

With enough teleportation points set, gathering more Divine Abilities in the future would become much easier.

And worst case?

’If I can’t win… I can just run.’

A 100-kilometer teleport? No one was catching him.

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Especially now, mounts hadn’t been unlocked yet, and thanks to his ability to transform into a Stag, Ethan was already the fastest player in the game.

Moments later, he arrived at a pitch-black cave entrance. This was a Level 40 zone, and the creatures inside were Level 45.

After making sure no one else was around, Ethan slipped into the darkness.

Originally, he had planned to wait until he was higher level before attempting to claim [Teleportation]. At his current strength, the challenge would be brutal. But since he was already heading for Master Blacksmith Ryan, he figured—why not take a shot at it?

If he could secure [Teleportation], his survival chances in Carnage Faction territory would increase dramatically.

With that thought, Ethan shifted into his panther form and silently padded forward. His sleek, shadowy body blended perfectly into the darkness.

The cave was eerily silent, aside from the soft trickle of water echoing through the depths. After a ten-minute trek, the tunnel suddenly opened into a wide cavern.

Four Armored Beetle Elites lurked within. The faint layers of dust on the ground marked the spots where they had burrowed underground, lying in wait.

Further ahead, a small underground pool stretched about twenty meters across.

On the far side of the cavern, a narrow stream of water trickled down the rock face, feeding into the pool below.

The source of the eerie water sounds was now clear.

The four Armored Beetle Elites patrolled the path ahead, moving unpredictably beneath the ground.

Every so often, one would burst from the earth, spreading its hardened shell to reveal the delicate, membranous wings underneath. A faint tremor would ripple through the air as it shook them out, dislodging swarms of tiny insects that scattered in all directions.

Then, as if summoned by an unseen command, the swarm would return, vanishing back inside the beetle’s body as it snapped its shell shut.

Ethan estimated the distance—roughly thirty meters stood between him and the water’s edge.

Unfortunately, this entire stretch was within their patrol zone. There was no sneaking past.

Unless he eliminated all four, any attempt to cross would instantly trigger a chain reaction, pulling the entire group into combat.

There was no way around it. Either he fought through, or he turned back. And Ethan wasn’t the kind of person to turn back.

He understood the risk, but this wasn’t his first time doing something reckless. While things had been relatively safe in this life, in his previous one, he had thrived on danger.

As a Rogue, he had lived for the thrill, doing things no sane player would attempt, pushing the limits of what was possible. Perhaps it was just in his nature. Risk, danger, the rush of the unknown.

And yet, in this life, his Druid class had forced him to play things safer. That didn’t mean he had lost his reckless edge.

Sure, Panther Form lacked the life-saving tricks of a Rogue, but Ethan wasn’t just some single-path Druid. He was a Full-Spec Druid, his sustain and survivability were leagues ahead of any Rogue.

He quickly calculated the beetles’ detection radius—likely 3.5 meters under normal conditions.But since their level was 11 higher than his, their awareness would be boosted to around 5–6 meters.

That meant one thing, if he stayed at least six meters away from any of them, he could slip through unnoticed.

A shadow stirred from the cave’s entrance. The black panther emerged into the open, its sleek body pressing low to the ground.

Breath steady. Steps silent.

Ethan moved with precision, carefully threading his way through the danger zone toward the water.

1 meter to the left. 3 meters ahead. 2 meters to the right.

Like a predator on the prowl, his body remained tense, shifting between stealthy crawls and careful sidesteps.

Every movement was calculated. A loose rock on the cavern wall.

A scattered pile of animal bones.

The brittle remnants of dried grass. Anything that could cause an unexpected disturbance had to be accounted for.

Caution was everything.

In his past life, he had died over a thousand times while being hunted in the wild. Most of those deaths? Stupid mistakes. A careless footstep. A snap of a twig. A brief moment of hesitation.

And in dungeons? He had lost count of how many times he had been wiped out.

What he did know, though—he had died far more times inside dungeons than he ever had to other players.