Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat!-Chapter 201: Clinic of Secrets

After their conversation, Ethan finally understood why they had ended up at the clinic.

The three of them—Leeroy, Ryan, and Evelyn, had grown up together, bound by shared history rather than blood. Leeroy and Ryan had been taken in by Evelyn's father, who had given them their names, but they were still young when they were sent away to live at the Mercer Wellness Center.

Evelyn's parents had vanished without a trace. Their mentor—her grandfather, Dr. Aldric Mercer, was the real mastermind behind the clinic. A year ago, he had suddenly disappeared, leaving the three of them to fend for themselves.

Dr. Aldric had always been an odd man. He would only see three patients a day, and he refused to treat anything that wasn't rare or uniquely complex. Over time, fewer and fewer people came to the clinic. After all, how many strange, inexplicable illnesses could there really be? Still, his reputation had carried weight, and those desperate enough sought him out from far and wide.

But when he disappeared, so did the patients. Those who came looking for him left disappointed, and with no money coming in, Evelyn, Leeroy, and Ryan had to come up with a way to survive. That's when they started impersonating Dr. Aldric.

For the past year, they had kept the Mercer Wellness Center alive through a mix of trickery and real expertise.

Evelyn had studied medicine under her grandfather, and despite her young age, she was already an Energy User. Her abilities had awakened naturally when she was just twelve—without training, without rituals, without struggle. A prodigy in the purest sense. Ethan and Victor exchanged a look of silent awe.

Her energy bore the same signature as Dr. Aldric's—a rare, restorative force that made her treatments unnaturally effective. She had also mastered the Mercer Family's needle technique, which allowed her to treat even the most baffling conditions with precision and ease.

Leeroy, the eldest, was an anomaly in his own right. He was a Mutant, just as Ethan had suspected. His heightened sense of smell—often dismissed as a joke about having a "bloodhound's nose"—was just one of his traits. He had also inherited Dr. Aldric's combat skills, making him the most dangerous fighter of the three.

Ryan, the second brother, had studied the mystical arts under Dr. Aldric. It was Ryan who had used those three paper figures to block Ethan's Soul Sense for over an hour.

That alone was enough to intrigue Ethan. Unlike the others, Ryan had no innate abilities—he was just an ordinary man who had achieved extraordinary things through sheer mastery of the arcane.

Ethan found himself even more fascinated by Dr. Aldric himself. The man had been a polymath—a physician, a warrior, and a master of the supernatural. A real-life legend, one of those figures you only ever saw in fantasy movies.

When Evelyn and her brothers caught wind of the four mysterious cases at the hospital, they decided to step in. But the moment Ryan entered the room, he knew this wasn't the work of some wandering spirit. The patients weren't just victims of an unfortunate supernatural encounter—they had been marked.

Someone had infected them with ghost parasites, creatures bred through dark rituals to feed on human hosts.

The only way to save them was to find the person responsible. Simply expelling the parasites wouldn't be enough. If they did, the curse caster would sense it, and things would get ugly fast. People who practiced this kind of magic weren't exactly known for their forgiving nature.

So, Evelyn used her needles to extract a few of the parasites, and Leeroy tracked the remnants of their energy back to the source. That's how they ended up crossing paths with Ethan and Victor.

Originally, they had planned to gather information and report the details to the Ninth Division. If the Ninth Division handled it, even if the curse caster escaped, they wouldn't come after the three of them.

Plus, they could earn money from both sides—charging the clients and collecting a bounty from the Ninth Division without having to face any danger.

After hearing their plan, Ethan couldn't help but laugh. They've got quite the scheme going, he thought.

'No danger, and you still get paid? Just how much do you love money?' Ethan couldn't help but think.

It wasn't surprising that he felt this way. He had no idea that in this world, people with special abilities were often treated worse than ordinary people. Ordinary citizens had the protection of the law, but those with special abilities were branded as dangerous. Even something as simple as finding a job or living a normal life was nearly impossible for them.

If they were caught doing anything that could be perceived as a threat to public safety, the consequences were severe. At best, they'd be eliminated. At worst, they'd be sent to special laboratories for inhumane experiments. And the ones carrying out these orders were organizations like the Ninth Division.

For rogue individuals with special abilities, these organizations were like the 'heavens'—absolute and unyielding.

Ethan was still new to the supernatural world, and there was much he didn't understand. But perhaps it was precisely because he didn't understand that he was willing to challenge it.

"Since you're from the Ninth Division, you can handle this. You deal with the source of the problem, and we'll take care of treating the victims. Now, let's talk about payment," Leeroy said, finishing his explanation.

Evelyn, who had been silent until now, chimed in. She didn't have a good impression of Ethan. Not only had he been spying on her earlier, but the fact that he was from the Ninth Division made her dislike him even more.

She had always suspected that her parents' disappearance—and even her grandfather's, was connected to the Ninth Division. When she saw Ethan's credentials and realized he was the deputy leader of the M Squad, her dislike only deepened.

"Money isn't an issue," Ethan said. "But are you sure the person behind this is inside?"

Leeroy paused, his nose twitching slightly as he nodded. "The residual energy from the ghost parasites definitely leads here. But…"

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"But what?" Ethan asked, noticing his hesitation.

"But why would the curse caster let them go so easily? And why would they leave such an obvious trail leading here? The Ninth Division isn't incompetent. If I can find this place, they'd have no trouble tracking it down either," Leeroy explained slowly.

"He's right," Victor chimed in. "This whole thing feels off."

"Who cares? Let's just smash the place and see what happens," Ethan said, standing up.

"Smash it?" Everyone stared at him in disbelief.

"Yeah, smash it!" Victor and Williams exchanged a glance, seemingly understanding Ethan's plan.

Leeroy and Ryan looked hesitant, but Evelyn's eyes lit up with excitement.

Leeroy stood up to stop Ethan. "Uh, maybe we should just leave."

Ethan paused, then nodded. "Alright, you guys can go if you want." He walked out of the private booth, with Victor and Williams following closely behind.

"What's there to be afraid of? Let them do their thing. We can just watch the show. If you want to leave, go ahead. Ryan will stay with me… right?" Evelyn said, clinging to Ryan's arm. Ryan, who had been silent the entire time, could only sigh in resignation.

Once Ethan and the others were outside, they had no idea what was happening inside the booth. Victor leaned in and asked quietly, "Ethan, are you trying to get the Ninth Division's attention so we can make contact with them?"

Ethan nodded calmly. "Yeah, I need to get in touch with them as soon as possible. November 26th is just a few days away… Lyla's waiting for me."

As they whispered outside, they had no idea that inside the booth, Leeroy's ears twitched, and his expression suddenly changed.