[{"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-259":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},741462,980,"Chapter 259: Bloodline Politics","level-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-chapter-259",259,"\u003Cp>Bryan stood there, face twisted in disbelief and frustration. He opened his mouth, probably about to argue—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shut it!\" snapped the old man beside him, shooting him a glare sharp enough to slice through steel. \"Haven't embarrassed yourself enough already?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For those who devote themselves to the game, self-discipline and control come first. That temper of yours... when we return, you're to enter closure for three years!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One impulsive outburst—just one—and now he was slapped with three years of isolation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blackwell Family didn't mess around with family discipline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bobby sat frozen in his chair, lip twitching, struggling not to laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one being punished? That was his older brother. The same guy who used to bully him as a kid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the realm of strategy? Bobby was on a whole different level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That said, Bobby's mother wasn't from the main bloodline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She'd been a chambermaid in the Blackwell household—technically given a name later, but still treated like a servant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of that, even with Bobby's rare talent, he'd always been pushed down, suppressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His goal now? Make money. Enough to buy his mom out of that damned Hidden Territory the Blackwells called home.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was lost in thought when the Silverwood patriarch continued reading out names.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tenth place: Gregory Hargrove, total cards…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ninth place: Sylvia Wynn…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eighth place: Kiara Quinn…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"…Second place: Bobby, Markham, Rook, Evelyn, Ryan, Leeroy… total cards—100!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd erupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No third, fourth, fifth, sixth, or seventh?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tied for second—six people?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each with a hundred cards?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire match lasted three hours. That's one hundred and eighty minutes total.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To rack up a hundred cards in that time, each person would need to earn one every two minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even producing one card took longer than that!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That's not playing the game—that's robbing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, people from the Strategy Zone knew exactly what had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no one dared speak a word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They'd heard about what went down in other zones—someone tried to run a betting table and got smacked to death right there on the spot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet in the Strategy Zone, nothing. No interference. No punishment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If that wasn't a sign of powerful backing, nothing was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one was dumb enough to cross that fat bastard now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few reckless people had tried reporting it to their family elders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But those reports got buried fast. Word got around that the guy's surname was Whitmore. After that, everyone clammed up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn't hard to understand why.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unlike other noble families, the Whitmore line only produced one male heir per generation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the women? Always born as twins—and trained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whitmore men didn't inherit the crafting legacy. That fell to the women, who were taught the conduit forging arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that didn't mean the men were pushovers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every Whitmore male was rumoured born with the awakened blood of a dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they used a conduit to summon a dragon, their beast was stronger, more brutal than any the women could call.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But here's the real problem—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whitmore women ran the house. And they were terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If you so much as touched a Whitmore man, it didn't matter if you were right or wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Retaliation would come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not once. Not twice. Every single woman in the family—from youngest niece to even a grandma—would take turns showing up to ruin your week.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if you tried talking your way out of it? Good luck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn't play fair, didn't play by rules, and were stronger than hell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sure, the dragons they summoned weren't as savage as their brothers'...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But nobody in their right mind would pick a fight with a Whitmore woman.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the real reason was control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because they were the creators, Whitmore women had an easier time managing their summoned beasts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Think of it this way—one was a mindless puppet, the other was advanced AI.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So yeah…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Supernatural World, there was one golden rule: Mess with anyone, but never mess with the Whitmores.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or else?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prepare for harassment that doesn't end when you die. They'd dig up your grave just to whip your corpse, then 'whip' it again… and again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which was why no one from the Strategy Zone dared speak up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of the tournament zones had no clue what went down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This isn't fair! They must've rigged it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yeah, totally rigged!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voices started rising in protest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Langford patriarch heard the growing unrest and stepped forward, voice deep and cold. \"If you suspect foul play, submit a report. But if you spread baseless accusations and slander the Noble Eight…\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He let out a slow, biting laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was all he needed to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The loudmouths instantly clammed up. A second of thought and they all turned pale.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their family members dragged them back before they could make bigger fools of themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With order restored, the patriarch swept his eyes across the crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Anyone else want to object?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good. Then I now declare the winner of this year's Academic Duel… Ethan. Total cards: 188.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ethan? Who the hell is that?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Never heard of him… 188? That's jackpot numbers!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crowd exploded with whispers. This round felt different from all the rest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In previous years, the Refined Families always claimed the top four.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now this Ethan guy had shoved his way to the top—and nobody knew if it was skill or some shady backdoor trick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the four Refined Families, only one name placed: Bobby from Blackwell Family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was tied for second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the Blackwell family's corner, Bobby kept a straight face—but inside, he was beaming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The elder who led their group this year? Bryan's grandfather. Which also made him his grandfather.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The guy had always been cold to Bobby—thanks to his mother's status—but now, his gaze kept flicking over, unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The truth was, in the entire history of the Academic Duel, the Blackwell family never ranked above fourth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their combat placement was even worse—dead last in the Noble Eight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, Bobby's hundred-card finish crushed the other three refined families. The four warrior families weren't even in the conversation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one knew how he pulled it off—but results were results.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second place was still second. And among the Noble Eight, this time, it meant first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That old man may not have said it out loud, but pride was practically seeping from his pores.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down below, the crowd was still buzzing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Up above, over at the Silverwood family's booth, Lachlan Silverwood's face was red with fury. He turned to Liam's aunt, voice low and sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That Ethan kid—he's the one always hanging around Lyla, right? How the hell did he get in here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liam's aunt, Luna, looked rattled too. She leaned in and whispered back, \"Uncle Lachlan, I don't know! I've been focused on that… matter. I didn't pay attention to the attendee list!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph.\" Lachlan looked pissed, but when he remembered how much he still needed her help, he let out a sigh and softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How's it going?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It's… progressing. There was a hiccup this morning, but I've got it handled.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A hiccup?\" His brow twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luna dabbed her forehead, trying not to look nervous. \"A small one. I'm taking care of it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at her for a moment, then finally gave a curt nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Turning toward Liam, his voice was icy. \"Liam. What's the status on Lyla?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Still investigating,\" Liam replied flatly, his tone cold as frost.\u003C\u002Fp>",1229,"2026-06-02T11:41:20.826Z",1,"novelbin.me","3d71beb6268557d0767c917aba4b1e29fcefa4fd242a40449e4dc7b1d56167de","level-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-chapter-260","level-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-chapter-258",946,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flevel-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-cover.jpg"]