[{"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-597":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},742100,980,"Chapter 597: Descent into the Depths","level-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-chapter-597",597,"\u003Cp>With a deafening crash, Ethan tore through the roof and landed in front of the two men.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flimsy metal shack didn’t stand a chance. It blew apart into scattered sheets and jagged fragments, clattering across the sand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Jibberish gabble yak yak...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eee yah yah yah wah...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two Serpent Islanders shrieked in their native tongue, scrambling back in panic. Ethan didn’t understand a word of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh my God...\" he muttered, more to himself than anyone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He strode forward, seized both men by the throat, and lifted them clean off the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the terrified islanders shouted something that cut through the language barrier. This time, Ethan understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression hardened. He slammed them to the ground with a bone-rattling thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ahhh...\" Both cried out in pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Activate voice translation,\" Ethan snapped at his wrist device.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Multi-species language real-time translation activated...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m only going to ask once—where were those two women taken?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The translation registered instantly. The islanders’ eyes widened. They exchanged a quick glance and gave a single stiff nod.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, almost in unison, they bit down hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan froze, his gut tightening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Shit—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was already too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both men convulsed violently, froth bubbling at their mouths as their bodies went rigid. Within seconds they went still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan clenched his jaw. These Serpent Islanders were no ordinary villagers. Who hid poison in their own teeth unless they’d been trained to die rather than speak?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tree Form... Swift Healing!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He thrust out his hand, pouring life energy into one of the bodies. But nothing happened. No spark. No breath. They were gone in less than a heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Healing magic could mend wounds, could drag someone back from the brink—but it couldn’t pull life from nothing. He hadn’t mastered resurrection techniques.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan forced down the frustration and shifted tactics. \"Soul Technique... Soul Reading!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed his palms against their temples, closing his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a blink, fragments of memory rushed through him. The images were broken, distorted. Death had splintered them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, there was enough. Ethan ignored the useless scraps and focused on what mattered: the women.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pulse quickened. He saw them clearly. Lyla and Astrid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Astrid was unconscious, streaked with blood. Lyla looked unharmed, but shaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How they had ended up on the island remained a blank. But ten minutes earlier, both had been loaded onto a fishing boat headed south.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan’s eyes snapped open. He extended his Soul Sense in that direction, sweeping across the waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart sank. Less than ten miles away, shattered planks floated on the ocean surface. The wreckage matched the fishing boat from the men’s memories.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Damn it...\" He slammed a fist into his thigh. \"Not being able to fly is such a pain!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time he had to climb back into Shatterstar, dock, and redeploy, it cost him precious time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a thought struck him. \"Wait. Shatterstar, what about the single-soldier combat mechs I ordered after the Sea of Death mining? Are they ready yet?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Nine mechs completed. Basic functions operational. Combat systems not yet loaded.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Can they fly?\" he asked, sharp with urgency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Flight capability is part of the basic system.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan’s tension broke into exhilaration. \"Perfect. Get me one. Now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High above, a hatch slid open in Shatterstar’s massive leg compartment. A streak of light dropped from the sky, slowing just before it touched down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mech hovered before him—over two meters tall, gleaming silver-white with the raw color of metal, untouched by paint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan’s lips curled into the first real smile he’d worn since setting foot on this cursed island.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan recognized the alloy instantly. Shatterstar had smelted and forged it from refined minerals inside the hangar’s own furnaces. Its hardness surpassed anything mined on Earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Click click click...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mech before him unfolded with a whir of precision machinery. The front section contracted, folding away in segments until the entire unit shifted and latched onto his back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another sequence of clicks followed as the metal expanded again, sealing him inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan raised his arms, then his legs, marveling at the responsiveness. There was no heaviness. The mech mirrored him perfectly, as if it were his own body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He crouched, pushed off—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thrusters along the armor flared. Streams of air shot from the vents, carrying him upward in a sharp arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whoosh whoosh whoosh...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He streaked across the sky, a silver-white flash cutting through the air toward the wreckage he had sensed earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This... this is incredible.\" Ethan couldn’t stop himself from grinning. The difference was night and day. Unlike piloting Shatterstar, this didn’t require entering a consciousness space. Here, he had direct, physical control, every motion flowing as naturally as breathing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without combat systems, the mech’s sheer durability would make it a nightmare in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In moments, he reached the wreckage site.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He descended and touched down lightly on the water’s surface. The mech was so perfectly balanced it walked across the sea as though it weighed nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan scanned the debris field. Broken planks floated in every direction, but nothing useful. No personal belongings, no signs of life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the Serpent Islanders’ memories, he knew there had been seven sailors aboard in addition to Lyla and Astrid. All of them were Serpent Islanders, led by a marlin Mutant. That one, at least, would have no trouble in the water. The rest were ordinary fighters. In the open ocean, their chances of survival were slim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet what unsettled him most was the lack of evidence. Not a body. Not even a drop of blood. Which meant the boat hadn’t gone down with casualties already aboard—it had been struck and destroyed cleanly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kneeling, Ethan picked out a large piece of the keel. His eyes narrowed. A circular hole, as wide as a barrel, bored straight through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The vessel hadn’t simply split apart. Something had rammed it from below with brutal force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He measured the water’s depth and confirmed his suspicion. There were no reefs, no hidden rocks. This wasn’t an accident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever had destroyed the boat had come from the sea itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan spread his Soul Sense over the wreckage, but the ocean’s saturation made it impossible to trace Lyla or Astrid’s aura. The emptiness gnawed at him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept the endless horizon. If the two of them had been dragged into the depths... what chance did they have?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lyla could swim, yes. But Astrid was a bird. Could she survive even moments underwater?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even Lyla—swimming meant nothing against the crushing weight of the sea. She couldn’t breathe beneath the waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan clenched his jaw. He couldn’t stand here second-guessing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, he tipped forward and plunged into the ocean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hum hum...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mech adjusted instantly, thrusters angling for a steady descent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ethan’s Soul Sense stretched outward as far as it could, combing the darkness below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The deeper he went, the more the water pressed in. Visibility shrank, and his Soul Sense grew weaker, smothered by the ocean’s crushing weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he kept diving, refusing to stop.\u003C\u002Fp>",1167,"2026-06-02T11:41:36.603Z",1,"novelbin.me","0876bf9a674ac95308463e73065e774d4348352a56325f976daee6cde9b164d5","level-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-chapter-598","level-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-chapter-596",946,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Flevel-1-to-infinity-my-bloodline-is-the-ultimate-cover.jpg"]