Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat!-Chapter 205: A Deal’s a Deal

Ryan stepped up to the doorway, peeking inside before turning back. "Come with me, man. I'm seriously freaking out!"

Leeroy sighed, rubbing his eyes as he walked over.

Evelyn pursed her lips but then lit up when she spotted Williams. She skipped over, grinning. "Ten grand, and I'll fix you up right now!"

She pointed at Williams' hand.

At this point, his hand had already turned a nasty shade of purple, an ice shard still lodged in his palm.

"Hundred," Williams shot back, holding up a single finger.

"Just Ten grand."

Williams hesitated, then held up five fingers.

Evelyn's eyes sparkled—she was just about to agree.

"Five hundred." Williams' voice was completely indifferent.

Evelyn had already reached for his hand, but the moment she heard that number, she froze.

"…How much?" She stared at him, wide-eyed.

"Fifty."

"You—you—"

"Ten."

"Alright, fine! Five hundred!" Evelyn pouted, giving up the haggling.

While she treated him, Williams was half-expecting her to pull some kind of trick, but surprisingly, she didn't. Within moments, the ice shard melted away.

A soft golden glow wrapped around his hand, and before long, the pain had vanished completely.

Then, Evelyn fished some bandages out of her bag and tossed them over. "Wrap it yourself. You'll be fine in three days."

She glanced at his hand. "Good thing it didn't hit the tendons. Otherwise, that hand of yours? Gone. And fixing it would cost at least a hundred grand."

Williams pulled a crumpled hundred-dollar bill from his pocket and handed it over.

"…We agreed on five hundred," Evelyn huffed, puffing out her cheeks.

Williams smirked. "You said, and I quote, 'fix you up right now.' But now you're telling me I still need three days…"

"You—"

"Or we could just forget the whole thing," Williams said, making a move to pocket the money.

Evelyn snatched it back immediately, mumbling, "You people are all scammers. We gave you the intel, and you promised payment. Now the money's gone, and we've got the Ninth Division breathing down our necks…"

"Relax. I was just messing with you." Williams grinned. "I really am broke, though. When Ethan gets back, you'll get your money."

Evelyn's eyes brightened. "For real?"

"Of course."

Williams watched her carefully. There was something in his gaze—something strange. Ever since he'd seen her, an old, hazy memory kept flickering through his mind.

It had been years since he'd forced himself to forget that face.

"I'll help you wrap it," Evelyn said, snatching the bandages from his hands.

She crouched down in front of him, carefully tending to his wound.

Williams forcibly turned his attention away, focusing instead on Victor, who was still fighting the mutant.

The guy's whole body gleamed with a metallic sheen, and whenever Victor's fists connected, it rang out like metal striking a steel pipe.

But Williams wasn't worried, he could tell—Victor was just using him for practice.

Watching Victor, Williams couldn't help but feel a twinge of envy. Of the three of them, Leo had always been the one most likely to become an Energy User.

Victor, on the other hand, was the least likely.

He was already past the prime age for pushing human limits, it should've been impossible for him to achieve it.

And yet, after Ethan, Victor had been the first among them to break through.

If Williams had his own Energy, that ice spike wouldn't have injured him so easily.

Meanwhile, Ethan had already chased his target to the outskirts of the city.

His prey? Barefoot Guy. Yeah, that was the only way to describe him now, his flip-flops had been lost somewhere along the way.

He had nowhere left to run.

Sure, every leap he took covered a ridiculous distance, but compared to Ethan, who had already activated his Travel Form, he didn't stand a chance.

As he ran, Ethan pulled out his phone, activating the speed-tracking feature.

One thing was now certain—the attributes granted by Ethereal's gear could be used in the real world.

However, active abilities were still unusable. He had tested Double Jump and Swift Stride from his boots earlier but they didn't seem to work. Once Travel Form kicked in, though, his speed kept climbing.

The passive effect from Twilight War Spear was working perfectly.

After multiple tests, Ethan confirmed that while in Ethereal, it only took thirty seconds to reach max speed. In reality, however, it took closer to two minutes—but once he hit that peak, the speed remained constant.

Still, as his legs moved faster and faster, it was an insane feeling—almost weightless, like The Flash.

Each stride launched him meters ahead.

Barefoot Guy turned back, eyes filled with sheer terror.

He couldn't believe someone was outrunning him on foot.

Ethan's smirk widened from the thrill. From a side view, his form had changed—he was now half-Cervidian. His human legs had fused into the front legs of a stag, while behind him, the shadowy outline of a deer's body flickered with every step.

Each bound sent power surging through his legs, as the phantom hind legs pushed off alongside his own.

Less than a hundred meters to go. One more burst of speed, and he could slam this guy into the pavement.

But then, everything turned black. Not just his vision—his very Soul Sense was swallowed by darkness.

It was as if something had devoured a kilometer-wide chunk of reality.

Ethan's heart dropped. Then, just as suddenly, a blinding light erupted.

The violent shifts between pitch-black and searing brightness stabbed into his retinas, sending pain tearing through his skull.

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His instincts screamed—he clenched his eyes shut and skidded to a stop.

For the next ten agonizing seconds, the cycle repeated—light, dark, light, dark. Then, just as suddenly as it came, the anomaly vanished.

The world returned to normal, and Barefoot Guy was gone.

Ethan stood frozen. 'What… just happened?'

Looking around—nothing. No traces. Even at Barefoot Guy's fastest speed, he shouldn't have been able to outrun Ethan's Soul Sense.

No—someone had intervened.

And whoever it was…

They could control light and darkness itself. Ethan felt a cold sweat trickling down his back. If that person had chosen to attack instead of just rescuing his target… would he have stood a chance?

'I need to get the hell out of here.'

Shaking off the unease, Ethan turned and sprinted back toward the others.

Had Ryan managed to capture Jade's spirit? That was the key to keeping Rowan and the others alive.

If they did, he needed answers. Why had Jade hated him so much? And how, just how had she even died?

As he ran, his phone rang. He picked and Victor's voice came through.

"We're clear. Cops showed up."

"Did they give you any trouble?" Ethan asked.

"Nah. We flashed the Ninth Division badge, and they let us go."

Ethan exhaled. At least one thing had gone right tonight.