[{"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-249":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},741902,980,"Chapter 249: Are You Alive?","level-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-chapter-249",249,"\u003Cp>Ethan extended his soul sense, sweeping through the area—yet he found nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep unease settled in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as he considered retreating, the old man spoke again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come closer.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was calm, devoid of any anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan had spent the last few minutes insulting him over and over, calling him an old bastard at every turn, yet the man hadn't so much as flinched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if he had no emotions. No independent thought. But the moment Lyla's name was mentioned, something had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was he really just a man? Or was he something else entirely?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Steeling himself, Ethan stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His path led him toward a statue in the middle of the training grounds. As he moved closer, a figure came into view—an elderly man, seated on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still, his soul sense detected nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>'What the hell…'\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan had never encountered anything like this before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man wore simple, worn-out clothes. His hair and beard were completely white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And strangely… he looked familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like someone Ethan had seen before, but couldn't quite place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tell me everything you know about Lyla,\" the old man said, staring straight at Ethan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now standing just two meters away, Ethan hesitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You've been here all this time, and you don't know what's going on? Who are you, exactly?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man furrowed his brows, as if lost in thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I… I think my name is Old Bastard… or maybe that's just what my old friend used to call me? Or… was it me who used to call him that? I don't remember… Either way, haven't you been calling me that all this time?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan was stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So that's why the man hadn't reacted to the insults.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn't ignoring them—he was actually recognizing the name. Ethan had unknowingly triggered something buried deep in the man's mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Are you alive? Or are you dead?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words slipped out before he could stop them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old man flinched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down at his own hands. His entire body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I… I… Am I dead?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire presence wilted. The powerful aura surrounding him faded, replaced by something fragile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clutched his head, as if in immense pain. Then, all of a sudden, he shot to his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I remember now… My name is Donovan Silverwood!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An overwhelming force burst from him, sharp and suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan had suspected something was wrong from the moment he saw the mark on the old man's forehead. A small black needle was embedded right in the cente.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Through his soul sense, he could tell that spot… was the very core of this person's soul energy. No living human could survive with something piercing their Gate of Ascension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was only one explanation. He wasn't alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan's soul sense couldn't detect him, meaning he wasn't sure if the old man was a spirit or a physical being. So he had simply asked outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with just that question… the man had broken free. Donovan had remembered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As Ethan's mind raced, his gaze lifted toward the statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something about it felt off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn't shake the feeling that Donovan Silverwood and the statue were connected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Donovan Silverwood,\" Ethan murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did that name sound so familiar? He only knew one Silverwood—Lyla. He dug through his memories, searching for something, anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, suddenly, a vision surfaced, a memory from long ago. The day he first met Lyla.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day they jumped off that cliff, he had blacked out after the fall. But before he lost consciousness…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A man had been carrying him. A man with Lyla on his back, holding her protectively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Little one, you have to make it through this,\" the man had murmured. \"You saved my Ellie… I owe you more than you know.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If it weren't for you saving her, I, Donovan Silverwood, would never be able to atone for my mistake.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, Ethan had barely been conscious. When he had opened his eyes, a middle-aged man was carrying him. Now, looking at the old man before him, Ethan could see it—this was the same person.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn't seen him since that day. But as a child, he had asked about the man who had brought him back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyla had told him it was her Ninth Granduncle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fourteen years had passed, and now, seeing Donovan Silverwood again, Ethan was shocked at how much he had aged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or rather… how much he had aged before he died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When exactly had he died?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And why had his once-young face withered into such an ancient state?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You're Lyla's Ninth Granduncle… Donovan Silverwood?\" Ethan asked hesitantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hearing Lyla's name, Donovan calmed down again, his expression shifting to one of curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I'm Ethan. Maybe you've never heard of me, but—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have heard of you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Ethan could finish, Donovan cut him off, staring at him with a sharp gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Didn't expect it to be you, kid. I never met you after that day, but your name… I remember it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan was caught off guard. Donovan studied him carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hm… you still have a bit of that childhood look.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing that Donovan wasn't hostile, Ethan relaxed his guard slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait—what the hell happened to you? I remember Lyla mentioning that you were her granduncle, but she also said you weren't that much older than her dad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His real question was—how did you end up looking this ancient?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was nine years older than Lyla's father,\" Donovan explained. \"I was the youngest of my generation, and he was the eldest of his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As kids, he used to follow me around everywhere. Even though we were uncle and nephew, our bond was more like brothers.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And Lyla's kidnapping… that was my fault. I was the one who lost her.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Donovan sat back down, and started recounting his past.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, Lyla's father had been sent outside the Hidden territory to manage the family's affairs in the secular world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Many of his uncles had been given the same challenge—to prove themselves in the real world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end, it was Lyla's father who succeeded, earning his place as the family head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>During that time, Donovan had snuck out of the Hidden territory—not for business, but simply to catch up with his nephew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, he had always doted on Lyla. One day, he took her to an amusement park, thinking it would be a fun outing. But having spent most of his life in isolation, he had no real experience with children.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he had a full security team following them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But they were too slow, too clumsy. Donovan had lost patience and ditched them all. No ordinary bodyguards could keep up with him anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Later, while buying Lyla an ice cream, she disappeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter how powerful he was, no matter how deadly his skills were, he couldn't track her down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had gone mad, searching nonstop for days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Desperate, he even captured several Trackers—people with abilities specializing in finding lost things. But that night, a massive rainstorm had washed away every trace, every scent, every lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Enraged, he had killed over a dozen of the Trackers who had failed him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyla had eventually been found, but by then, Donovan had drawn too much attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And he had caught the eye of the Ninth Division.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Being a Silverwood, he should have been able to avoid trouble. Normally, the Ninth Division turned a blind eye when dealing with powerful families.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this time, for some reason, they refused to back down. They even rallied the other Seven Noble Families to pressure the Silverwoods.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The family stood their ground, shielding Donovan as best they could. But knowing he was the cause of the trouble, he made a choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He volunteered to enter the Silverwood Forbidden Grounds—Frostveil Cavern. For their family, this was the highest form of punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only by making that sacrifice did Ninth Division and the Seven Families finally drop their demands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this point in the story, Donovan's expression twisted with frustration. He clenched his fists, nearly hitting the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I thought I had it all planned out,\" he growled. \"I'd stay in there long enough for them to leave, then I'd just walk out. Who the hell was going to stop me?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a bitter chuckle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Too bad my plan was solid, but someone else's plan was better.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Three days after I entered Frostveil Cavern… something happened that I never could have predicted.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1414,"2026-06-02T11:41:20.826Z",1,"novelbin.me","af477aaa9dec984b770f7bcde965b8a41a18a5c2161defcb2ea9f5f716b97ee6","level-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-chapter-250","level-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-chapter-248",946,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flevel-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-cover.jpg"]