[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-level-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate":3,"chapter-level-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-level-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-chapter-142":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},741445,980,"Chapter 142: Unearthed","level-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-chapter-142",142,"\u003Cp>The crew spent the entire morning clearing out the mud. By the time they were ready to cook lunch, the sky, which had been clear all morning, suddenly darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In less than three minutes, thick storm clouds rolled in, and an even heavier downpour than the day before came crashing down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader cursed under his breath. If this kept up, all their morning's work would be for nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, he assigned a few men to build a waterproof barrier around the well to keep more mud and rainwater from spilling in. They also threw up a plastic tarp over the opening as a makeshift shelter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once everything was secured, everyone returned to the courtyard—everyone except Old Man Carter and his kids.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them remained huddled in the donkey stable, chewing on stale rations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rain didn't let up. It poured through the night and well into the next morning. This wasn't even the rainy season. A storm like this shouldn't have lasted this long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At dawn, the squad leader ordered the men back down into the well to resume clearing it out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, their previous efforts had paid off. Thanks to the waterproofing, the well hadn't filled up as much as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, four men climbed down to work.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—it happened again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within minutes, all four started screaming at the top of their lungs. Unlike the day before, it didn't stop after a few seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their howls went on for a full minute, echoing from the depths of the well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, the others thought they were just messing around, playing the same prank as yesterday.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Old Man Carter's expression darkened. \"Pull them up! Now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rope crew scrambled to haul them back up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strangely enough, the moment their heads emerged from the well, the screaming stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everyone gathered around, demanding answers. But the four men looked dazed and confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They couldn't remember a thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader's brows furrowed. These were trained soldiers, disciplined men, not the type to crack under pressure. But something about this whole situation felt off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wave of unease spread through the group.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Man Carter finally spoke. \"This is too damn weird. I'm telling you, fill that well back up and drill somewhere else.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader's expression hardened. Three days. That's how long his unit had been stuck in this village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single well completed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If his superiors found out, it would be a black mark on his record. There was no way he was letting some old man's superstitions delay them further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was firm. \"No. We keep going.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He handpicked four new men and sent them down. This time, nothing happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Relieved, the squad leader decided to push forward. They'd wasted too much time already. By noon, he gave orders to skip the hot meal—just eat dry rations and keep working.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bucket after bucket of dirt was hauled up. The deeper they dug, the closer they got to hitting the underground water source.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a voice came from below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why the hell is Mark's uniform down here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the men at the bottom of the well yanked something out of the mud—a military jacket. It was the same uniform they all wore, complete with the standard-issue name patch over the chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It read: Third Battalion, Fourth Squad – Mark Dawson\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was strange enough. But what sent a chill through everyone was where they'd found it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buried in the mud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader dismissed it at first. \"He must've dropped it earlier, and no one noticed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It made sense. The heat had been unbearable, and plenty of men had taken off their jackets and tossed them aside while working.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was about to call for Mark Dawson, a terrified shout erupted from the well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"PULL US UP! NOW!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The men topside didn't ask questions. They rushed to haul them back up. As soon as the workers emerged, their faces were pale, bodies trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were scared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Really scared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader's patience snapped. \"What the hell is wrong with you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the men stammered, \"C-Captain… t-the clothes… t-there's more…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader scowled. \"More what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The uniforms,\" the man whispered, voice shaking. \"The whole bottom of the well… it's full of them. We—we dug them out of the dirt. Not dropped… buried.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, he just stood there, staring. Then, without a word, he grabbed a rope, tied it around his waist, and swung one leg over the edge of the well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lower me down. I need to see this for myself.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he was about to descend, a young soldier came sprinting from the village, stumbling so hard he nearly fell flat on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Captain—Captain! Something's happened!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader groaned in frustration. \"What now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soldier gasped for breath, pointing toward the courtyard. His voice cracked as he stammered, \"D-Dead… there are dead men!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader paled. Without another word, he leapt off the well's edge and bolted toward the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A death on his watch? If this got out, his career was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others followed, abandoning their work at the well. When they reached the house, they skidded to a stop just outside the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one stepped inside. Some even took a few steps back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every single soldier stood frozen in place, eyes wide with horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hanging from the main support beam were eight bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eight men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shirts stripped off, their bare torsos exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their tongues lolled out grotesquely, lips curled unnaturally outward. Their bulging eyes strained from their sockets, faces twisted into terrifying grimaces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sight was unnatural, wrong in a way that made the stomach twist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Man Carter, standing in the crowd, sucked in a sharp breath. His voice came out barely above a whisper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eight at once…? How?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader's hands were slick with sweat. He forced himself to take a deep breath before barking out an order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Cut them down! Everyone, arm yourselves. Lock down the village—no one leaves.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment those words left his mouth, a cold realization set in. He had to find a culprit. If he didn't, he was done.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His rank, his career—everything would be gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the soldiers moved into action, Old Man Carter took a slow drag from his pipe, his eyes fixed on the wooden beams above.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped into the house, gaze sweeping across the room, scanning the rafters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—he stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes narrowed at a faint, almost invisible mark near the far end of the beam. It was an old cut, much older than the seven deep slashes they had seen before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike those, this one was barely noticeable. It had been carved long ago, likely before the beam had even been stripped of its bark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To an untrained eye, it would look like a natural imperfection in the wood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Old Man Carter wasn't just anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the war, before everything, he had been a man who knew blades, who used blades. He had cut down his fair share of Serpent Isle invaders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this? This was a blade mark.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A very old one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, outside, the villagers had been rounded up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the eldest elders to mothers clutching infants, every single one was gathered at the village entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A murmur of uneasy voices spread through the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you doing?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You have no right to hold us here!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is no different from banditry! Is there no law anymore?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite their complaints, no one dared step forward to resist. The sight of armed soldiers kept them in check.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader scanned the crowd, his expression dark. If he didn't find a culprit soon, he knew what would happen to him the moment he reported back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Best case? A demotion. Worst case? A dishonorable discharge. Years of service, all gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was cold. \"Someone in this village is responsible. Turn them over now, or you all take the fall.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tense silence settled. Then, the village chief spoke up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I warned you,\" he said, his voice steady. \"I told you that house wasn't clean. You refused to listen. And now that something happened, you're blaming us?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His words stoked the tension. Several villagers muttered in agreement, their earlier fear turning into resentment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The squad leader's jaw tightened. Without thinking, he pulled his pistol and pressed it to the chief's forehead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Say that again,\" he growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The villagers gasped, a few taking a step back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chief, however, didn't flinch. He simply looked the younger man in the eye and said, \"Pull the trigger if you want. But don't act like this isn't on you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the squad leader could respond, Old Man Carter stepped out of the house. His gaze was distant, but his words were clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They killed themselves.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1483,"2026-06-02T11:41:20.825Z",1,"novelbin.me","a28f167d1f57cc7588575bb3fbb6c0ab2f1bb950d89d5da07352ef5c9d233267","level-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-chapter-143","level-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-chapter-141",946,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flevel-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-cover.jpg"]