Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat - Chapter 39

Chapter 39: Tactical Genius

As the Knights and Warriors encircled their targets, Ethan’s voice rang out on the guild’s command channel, “Focus fire! Kill the ones without red names first!”

It was the first time anyone in the guild had ever heard him speak. A brief silence followed before comprehension hit.

He wasn’t leaving them with even a single scrap!

Through the lingering haze of magical light, they could see the loot scattered across the ground. All of it was their spoils of war, treasures they’d soon be able to exchange for guild contribution points.

Like predators in a frenzy, the guild members charged at the players without red names, slashing and stabbing with ruthless precision. Their prey barely had time to react before falling, dismembered under the flurry of blades.

Within mere moments, over twenty players lay dead, their bodies fading into flashes of white light.

The Sniper who had been coordinating their enemy’s counterattack was now paralyzed with fear.

‘Who is commanding this group?’ he thought. ‘Could it be that girl—the one with the sharp eyes and deadly aim?’

But he quickly dismissed the idea. ‘She’s nervous herself, clearly struggling to stay composed. There’s no way she’s orchestrating this chaos.’

His mind reeled as he recalled the sequence of events. First, the shield tanks had sealed off the town gates, locking his team in. Then, their flanking ambush had been countered, and their healers systematically assassinated. Even now, rogue players scoured the battlefield, ensuring no survivors could escape with the loot.

Their movements were coordinated, methodical, and ruthless. Each step of their strategy was a calculated blow, leaving him scrambling for answers.

The Sniper clenched his fists. The shield tanks at the gates, they weren’t even moving! What were they planning?

“ThreeShot!” a teammate shouted. “The guild leader’s sending reinforcements, over 200 players are on their way!”

ThreeShot, was the nickname of the Sniper, taken from his in-game name: OnlyThreeShots. He snapped out of his thoughts, his lips curling in frustration.

“Two hundred? We won’t last another minute!” he barked back. “Tell him to bring body bags instead!”

“The guild leader said most of our players wouldn’t come back after waiting over an hour earlier. They think the enemy’s bluffing!”

“Damn it!” ThreeShot cursed, his frustration boiling over. But there was no time for regret.

Just then, two figures broke through the defensive line: Skyblade and SeraphWarrior.

A chill ran down ThreeShot’s spine. He was a long-range fighter, and now, two melee specialists were closing in fast. With no room to maneuver, he was a sitting duck.

SeraphWarrior struck first, unleashing a barrage of Judgment and Shock skills that left ThreeShot staggered and retreating. Before he could recover, Skyblade charged forward, triggering a stun effect and following up with a powerful shield bash.

ThreeShot hit the ground hard, dazed and helpless. SeraphWarrior wasted no time, raising his greatsword high and bringing it down in a devastating arc.

Pinned and unable to dodge, ThreeShot could only watch as the blade descended. A flash of cold steel, and his head was severed cleanly from his shoulders.

The system notification rang out:

[Critical hit! Weak point assassination triggered. Target eliminated.]

Even with half his health remaining, the critical hit left no chance for survival. This rare system feature, a weak point fatality, was nearly impossible to execute, but the duo’s flawless coordination made it happen.

[Achievement Unlocked: Decapitation]

Skyblade and SeraphWarrior exchanged brief nods before moving on to their next targets.

With ThreeShot eliminated, the enemy forces descended into chaos. In under a minute, their 200-strong force had been reduced to fewer than 80 players, who were swiftly wiped out by Ethan’s 300-man army.

The battlefield was strewn with loot, yet no one dared pick up a single item. It was Ethan’s decree: all gear would be added to the guild vault for redistribution through contribution points. No exceptions.

At first, not everyone was eager to follow Ethan’s orders. But after this battle, their doubts had been erased.

Under normal circumstances, going up against an enemy armed with Silver and Bronze-tiered gear would’ve been a death sentence. Simply surviving would’ve been a miracle, let alone wiping out the entire opposing force.

Yet, somehow, they had not only survived but crushed their foes with minimal casualties.

It was all thanks to Ethan’s meticulous strategy.

As Ethan stepped out of stealth and joined the crowd, Lyla led the group of ranged fighters over. Every single person was buzzing with excitement, their adrenaline still coursing from the victory.

The moment they saw Ethan, they greeted him with a unified cheer:

“BOSS!”

Skyblade, ever the joker, grinned and called out to Lyla, “Hey there, First Lady of the guild!”

Lyla blushed deeply but didn’t respond, her eyes darting anywhere but at Skyblade.

Ethan smirked and shot Skyblade an approving look. Skyblade tilted his head in return, grinning smugly as if to say, ‘I’ve got your back, boss.’

“Skyblade,” Ethan ordered, “organize the battlefield. Have some of the members carry the loot back to town. It all goes into the guild vault.”

He turned to the other direction. “Slashblade, tally the casualties. Give each fallen player five silver coins as compensation.”

Then he addressed SeraphWarrior and Lyla: “You two, come with me to clean up the stragglers. Their elite forces are down, what’s left won’t be a threat.”

Ethan rattled off commands with precision, each one sending the group into motion.

Skyblade, however, couldn’t resist. “Why not let First Lady handle the loot sorting? I want to get out there and crush some enemies!” He flashed a toothy grin at Lyla, who ignored him completely.

Ethan raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with amusement. “Sure, go ahead, if you can convince SeraphWarrior to trade position with you.”

SeraphWarrior didn’t miss a beat, interjecting smoothly, “Skyblade, quit whining and get to work. Unless, of course, you want Slashblade’s sister paying you a visit tomorrow?”

Skyblade’s bravado faltered, and he straightened up. “Ugh, not this again. Can’t you come up with a better threat? And for the record, it’s Slashblade’s sister, not yours. Who says she’ll even listen to you?”

Ignoring him entirely, SeraphWarrior turned and walked away.

Just then, Slashblade appeared, clapping Skyblade on the shoulder. “By the way, my sister says she’s looking forward to seeing you.”

Skyblade groaned, muttering under his breath as he turned and left to count the casualties, leaving Skyblade spluttering behind him.

The banter among Ethan’s team was lighthearted, but over at Unity Hall’s camp, the atmosphere was grim.

“Guild Leader, we’ve been wiped out!”

“Help us! There’s a group of rogues camping the graveyard, we can’t even revive!”

“Damn it, I’ve been killed twice now! I’m down to Level 5!”

“Yeah, why does every death drop a full level, and why do we keep reviving at the graveyard without a choice?”

“Let’s quit the guild! The rogues keep shouting they’ll let us go if we leave!”

The Unity Hall guild chat was in utter chaos. Notifications of members quitting flooded the system.

Zachary, known in the game as Overlord, guild leader of Unity Hall. He sat in stunned silence, helpless as over a hundred players, everyone wiped out by Ethan’s team, left the guild in quick succession.