[{"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-343":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},741841,980,"Chapter 343: Fury of the Scorpions","level-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-chapter-343",343,"\u003Cp>The man who had held Ethan back watched him charge into the fray. For a moment, he hesitated. But there was no point in running. Not from monsters like those. Still, with clenched teeth, he turned and sprinted after the fleeing crowd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ahead, Ethan met the first Deathstalker Scorpion head-on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bear Form... Activate!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Ding... System Notification: Panther Form detected. Activate [Battle Embodiment] system to enhance human form abilities and enable multi-form capabilities simultaneously? Yes\u002FNo]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked in surprise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Yes!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint shimmer—like the phantom of a panther—flashed and merged into him. Then, just as quickly, a phantom bear appeared behind him... and vanished into his body as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Immediately, his muscles surged with power. No slowdown. No strain. Just raw strength coursing through his veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His limbs thickened. Veins bulged beneath his skin. It was the first time Ethan had experienced such a transformation—and for a moment, it stunned him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Battle Embodiment...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No time to dwell on it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A shadow fell over him. He looked up to see a massive pincer, thick as a battering ram, swinging down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its dull yellow shell reflected the sun harshly. His Appraisal skill had failed to scan the creature. All he knew: this thing was big—and brutal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan dove to the side just in time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pincer smashed into the sand where he had stood, leaving a wide crater. His face darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This thing wasn’t just strong—it was fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could regain his footing, the scorpion’s stinger came for him. A blur of blue light lanced toward his chest—its glow so vibrant, it stood out even against the blazing desert sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He twisted and rolled again, narrowly avoiding it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it. Why won’t Appraisal work?\" he growled, teeth gritted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything about the Deathstalker screamed danger. One misstep and he’d be paste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t even landed a blow yet—and he was already dodging for his life. A hot, frustrated anger bubbled up in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When had he ever been this outmatched?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stinger struck again—he ducked. This time, the pincers came for his midsection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go to hell...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan snapped, no more running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He planted his feet, coiled his body, and swung a full-force Heavy Strike straight into the oncoming pincer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scorpion’s limb recoiled violently, a deep fracture spreading across its armored surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature—nearly thirty feet long—was sent tumbling across the sand like a toppling truck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan lowered his fist, eyes narrowing at the damaged pincer. A grin spread across his face, all teeth and heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without pause, he charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he dashed forward, a faint flicker of a Owl Form shimmered behind him—awkward and small, but oddly present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of battle exploded across the dunes. The scorpion shrieked, high-pitched and furious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that was all it took.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ripple passed through the swarm. The rest of the Deathstalkers—hundreds of them—pivoted as one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom. Boom. Boom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They stormed toward Ethan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the distance, the fleeing crowd heard it too—the impacts, the screeching, the rising rhythm of chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man who had shouted for Ethan to run kept glancing over his shoulder, torn between guilt and fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three of the giant scorpions had broken off from the main group and were gaining fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned to the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Keep moving!\" he barked. \"Don’t stop!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he halted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From his back, he pulled a crude weapon—just a long stick with a sharp stone tied to one end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Young men, stay with me! Women, children, elders—run!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At his command, a group of able-bodied men hesitated, then stopped. Fear clouded their eyes, but they stayed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You scared?\" the man asked, almost laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What, you think we haven’t killed one before?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the men—the father of the little girl Ethan had met—spoke up, voice trembling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Uncle Jed... last time, we only managed ’cause Lucky was still—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jed cut him off with a glare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If we don’t hold them here, your wife and Dot won’t make it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man shut his mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The group turned to glance behind them. The crowd was still fleeing, the shrieks of children piercing the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they looked back, something had changed. Their fear hadn’t vanished—but resolve had taken root.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jed gave a firm nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Junior, Spike—grab some men and prep the nets!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rusty, you’re with the hooks. Control two of them—don’t get hit!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rest of you, with me. We bring one down first!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He jabbed the air with his makeshift spear as the three scorpions closed in rapidly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond them, dust boiled up from the battlefield where Ethan fought alone. Jed squinted toward the chaos, the ground trembling beneath his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’That kid’s no ordinary fighter...’ he thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>---\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back at the front, Ethan was a whirlwind of fury. He leapt from one scorpion to the next, fists slamming into armored bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Boom. Boom. Boom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scorpions’ exoskeletons were absurdly durable. Even his enhanced strength barely cracked them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strike. Dodge. Strike again. But no matter how hard he hit, none of the scorpions dropped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frustration burned in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’If only I were a Warrior... he thought bitterly. With a proper weapon, I could tear through these things.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had been fighting for what felt like hours—exhausting himself, scattering shells and cracking limbs. But none of the creatures died.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their armor broke—but before he could follow up, others would lunge, forcing him to dodge again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing grew ragged. His limbs began to tremble. A chill ran down his spine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was getting tired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That had never happened in Ethereal before. Not like this. Not even during the Dreamscape training. Not even in the Underworld.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This... battlefield felt real.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was this Chaos Realm Ancient Battlefield... something more than a map? Was it between the real world and the game?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The line blurred in his mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, a memory sparked—his Soul Sense forging the miniature Twilight War Spear inside his Mindscape. Was that why it never showed up in his equipment slots?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heart racing, Ethan called upon his Soul Sense. He reached inward, searching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And something responded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Buzz—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beam of white light burst from between his brows, stretching and twisting in midair. Then, it solidified.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A weapon materialized in front of him, his Twilight War Spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it had changed. The handle alone was five feet long. The blade—an eight-foot, triple-edged pyramid—glinted with chilling sharpness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood grooves ran along each edge, gleaming a soft crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite the nine burning suns above, the weapon radiated cold. It looked more like a monstrous spike than a traditional spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan stared, dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’It used to be barely five feet long... what the hell?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No time to question it. He grabbed the hilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swing—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He struck the nearest scorpion charging in from the side. The impact reverberated up his arms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’So heavy...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Ethereal, the spear had never felt like this, but now, he felt every bit of its thousand-pound weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, his strength was monstrous. He adjusted, gritted his teeth, and swung again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scorpion shrieked, Its massive pincers—like twin boulders—shattered under the blow. The spear drove through its shell like paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a crack, Ethan ripped it upward, tearing open the creature’s carapace. It peeled back like crab shell, exposing pale flesh underneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heat of the sun hit it instantly—turning it a milky white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan caught a whiff. He froze as his stomach growled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Smells so damn good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He nearly choked on his own tongue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’This is not the time...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now that he had a real weapon, the tide turned. He didn’t know any spear techniques—he fought like a brawler with a club.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swing. Chop. Lift. Thrust. Simple, brutal and effective. Every hit shattered something. Every strike tore limbs, cracked shells, spilled guts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still—they didn’t stop coming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Deathstalkers weren’t afraid of death, they didn’t retreat nor did they hesitate. Unless they were completely destroyed, they just kept charging.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so Ethan fought, standing alone like a war god in the sandstorm of fury.\u003C\u002Fp>",1325,"2026-06-02T11:41:20.826Z",1,"novelbin.me","3dd392944f050a9cc27a933115cf96b1426f93c9c3889cf448329720d44edd54","level-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-chapter-396","level-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-chapter-395",946,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flevel-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-cover.jpg"]