Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat - Chapter 100

Chapter 100: Eyes Everywhere

The figure took a step back, nearly ten fee, his arms hanging limply at his sides. A sinister crimson glow spread across his hands.

Then, right before their eyes, his hands began to change from the inside out, elongating, morphing into two razor-sharp, blood-red blades.

Ethan froze.

Leo and Williams saw it too, but instead of reacting with shock, they exchanged a brief glance.

Raising their knives defensively, they didn’t pursue.

“Ethan, take Lyla and get out of here! This guy isn’t someone we can handle easily,” Leo warned, eyes locked on the transforming figure.

There was no panic in their voices, no disbelief. This wasn’t the first time they had seen something like this.

Ethan hesitated. Were they actually saying they couldn’t take this guy down? Worse, that they might not even make it out in one piece?

Just as that thought crossed his mind—

Bang!

Boom!

Two deafening gunshots rang out in near-perfect unison. In that split second, Ethan felt something snap inside him.

His heartbeat surged, his head buzzed like a struck bell, and then—

Everything changed.

His vision expanded. Not just left and right, but everywhere. A full 360-degree view.

In front of him, a bullet—5.8mm, smooth round tip, coated in red, ripped through the air. Its trajectory wasn’t aimed at him but at the mutated Victor.

The bullet’s path led to a rooftop less than a hundred meters away.

Standing there was a woman dressed entirely in black, mask, sunglasses, baseball cap, holding a M110 Semi-Automatic sniper rifle.

Ethan couldn’t see her face.

At the same time, behind him, another bullet approached.

This one was huge, 12.7mm. The second, heavier gunshot had come from this direction.

Its source?

A bearded man, perched over 400 meters away on a high-rise rooftop. A massive Barrett M95 sniper rifle rested on its bipod, aimed right at Ethan’s back.

The moment Ethan laid eyes on him, recognition struck.

This was the guy who had tried to run him down with a car. The same guy Leo had been chasing.

And his target now? Ethan’s heart.

‘You’ve got to be kidding me!’

Ethan wasn’t reeling from the fact that someone was shooting at him.

No.

What shocked him was himself. Had he just turned into some kind of human radar? He could see in all directions—360 degrees, a radius of 1,300 meters.

And everything around him was moving in slow motion.

Even the high-caliber bullet hurtling toward him looked like it was swimming through thick liquid.

Ethan twisted aside.

The 12.7mm round passed so close to his face that he could see the grooves in the metal.

Meanwhile, the woman’s bullet struck the mutant dead-on.

Boom!

The anti-materiel round crashed into the rooftop’s concrete ledge, blasting out a hole the size of a soup bowl.

As for the mutant—

The instant the shot hit, flames erupted from the wound, engulfing his entire body in an inferno.

A fire round.

Without a second thought, Ethan darted into the nearest blind spot, dodging out of the sniper’s line of sight. Leo and Williams, momentarily stunned by the sight of the burning mutant, quickly followed suit, scrambling for cover.

Then, another figure burst out from the stairwell.

Ethan’s eyes snapped to them.

Victor.

“What the hell, Victor?! What are you doing here?” Leo shouted.

The exact same words he had yelled earlier.

Victor, clearly pissed, barked back, “Why the hell does it matter to you if I’m here or not?!”

Ethan blinked. “What’s with Victor? Why’s he so pissed?”

“That’s the real Victor,” Williams confirmed.

Ethan froze. ‘Wait… so that phrase earlier was a passphrase?’

“What the hell happened?” Victor demanded. “I heard two gunshots in the stairwell, one from an M110 Semi-Automatic sniper, another from a Barrett M95 heavy sniper! Who the hell thinks they can pull this crap here?”

He still had that soldier’s instinct, like he was back in the military, ready to defend the honor of his homeland.

But before anyone could respond—

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

Three more shots from the M110 sniper rifle.

That strange awareness Ethan had earlier? Gone.

But judging by the direction of the shots, the bullets had landed on the rooftop 400 meters away, right where the bearded man had been.

Boom!

The heavy sniper fired back, as if answering the challenge.

Then…

Bang! Bang!

Two more rapid shots from the woman’s position. It was like a duel in the heart of the city. Shot for shot, neither side giving an inch.

Within minutes, the wailing of police sirens echoed in the distance, closing in fast. Ethan yanked Lyla from inside, pulling her into the shadows with him.

“Whoever that is, their reload speed is insane,” Victor muttered.

“Faster than yours?” Leo asked.

Victor nodded, eyes filled with something rare, genuine shock.

From enlistment to discharge, he had never met anyone who could reload faster than him.

Then, from Ethan’s pocket, a sweet, overly cutesy voice rang out:

“Ethie, pick up the phone already~”

Ethan winced. ‘Damn it.’

That was the custom ringtone Lyla had recorded for him. She had explicitly warned him: Change it, and we’re done.

With three men staring at him with a mix of confusion and amusement, Ethan awkwardly fished out his phone.

An unknown number.

He answered.

A woman’s voice sounded, firm and urgent:

“Get downstairs. Now.”

Ethan hesitated. “Celeste?”

“No time. Move.”

The call cut off.

But Ethan knew. That voice, it was undoubtedly Celeste.

And if she was here… then that sniper on the rooftop had to be her. No wonder she had looked familiar.

On the rooftop, Celeste kept her eye through the scope, watching the bearded man’s position over 500 meters away.

Gone.

With a sharp exhale, she pulled back. “Time to move.”

If the cops arrived, it’d be a mess.

From her shadowed vantage point, she kept watch until she saw Ethan and the others exit the apartment complex. Then, without hesitation, she packed up her M110 sniper, secured it in a case, slung it over her back, and jumped.

Straight off the six-story rooftop. No ropes. No safety gear. A normal person would’ve died from a fall like that.

Ethan and the others made it out of the complex and reached the Predator Beast X. He opened the car door, ushering Lyla inside first.

Just as he pulled out his phone, intending to call the number back—

“Get in.”

That same familiar voice, this time right behind him.

Ethan turned.

Celeste stood there.

Same outfit. Same sniper case on her back. The rooftop sniper and Celeste Hawthorne were one and the same.

Ethan reached for the driver’s seat, only to get yanked back.

“Backseat.”

Before he could react, Celeste had already climbed into the driver’s seat and slammed the door shut.

Her sniper case?

She didn’t even bother keeping it. She just tossed it straight into Victor’s lap in the backseat.

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Author:

Wow, we hit 100 chapters! I honestly didn’t expect to get this far, but here we are. Huge thanks to everyone who’s been reading, commenting, and supporting this story. As a little celebration, I dropped 4 chapters today, hope you enjoyed!

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