Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat!-Chapter 380: Sacred Tribe

Ethan kept his head down, ignoring the voice that had called out. From Hunter’s memories, he knew they were heading to Beastfall City for the Beastfall Festival—an event held only once every hundred years. No wonder crowds thickened as they approached the city; everyone was flocking there for the grand celebration.

But Ethan’s attention wasn’t on the festival. His focus was on a side quest he had received: 2,000 Human Reputation points as a reward. Not regional, not factional—universal. For all of humanity.

Considering he only had just over 100 points right now, it was a game-changer. In his previous life, the highest reputation anyone had ever achieved was slightly over 3,000. If he completed this quest, he’d be eligible for privileges across every major human city—discounts, respect, even protection. At 5,000 points, a title awaited. Even if he turned red-named, he could roam human strongholds freely. Guards wouldn’t just tolerate him—they’d salute him.

"You little beast... release Young Master Eight!"

A roar snapped Ethan out of his thoughts. He looked up to find the speaker—a middle-aged man, though Ethan couldn’t place his exact age. In this world, hybrids could live past three hundred years. Even regular humans easily reached two hundred. Pure-blooded Beastfolk? They were said to live for over a thousand. Far longer than any human from Earth.

"Who are you calling a beast?" Ethan asked, tilting his head with feigned curiosity.

"I’m calling you a beast!" the man snapped without thinking.

"Oh..." Ethan nodded slowly, his expression calm. "At least you’re self-aware."

The man’s eyes darkened with rage, but he didn’t make a move. He just stared. Ethan stared right back. This guy wasn’t simple. His aura was thick, his presence sharp—like a hawk locking eyes with its prey. If Ethan so much as blinked wrong, he’d be under attack.

Meanwhile, the young men and women who had been trembling before now found their confidence again.

"Kid, you’re done! That’s Grayson of the Cloudwing Tribe—the fifth strongest warrior in their ranks! I’d advise you to release Young Master Hunter, kneel, and confess your sins. No—kneel, and take your own life!"

Ethan scanned the crowd. Most of them were hybrids—half-human, half-beast. The few pure-blooded humans stood behind them, groveling like slaves. As for Grayson, he did have the strongest presence among them... but he felt no more dangerous than Uncle Jed. And Jed’s mastery of Force Resonance wasn’t something that could be judged by aura alone.

"Who sent the distress signal?" a new voice called out.

Three figures stepped into the clearing—two humans and a beast. Or rather, one beastfolk and two pure-blooded humans. Ethan could tell right away the one in front wasn’t human. The two behind, however, radiated power. Far stronger than Grayson.

Grayson’s expression twisted. He leapt down from his mount and bowed low. "The Cloudwing Tribe encountered unexpected trouble and disturbed the Venerable One of the Sacred Tribe. Please, Venerable One, forgive our rudeness!"

Ethan almost laughed. The man who’d been barking orders moments ago now groveled like a beaten dog. The rest were even worse—falling to their knees, bowing their heads to the dirt. The pure-blooded humans didn’t hesitate to bury their faces as well.

The leading beastfolk waved a hand dismissively. "Rise. The Cloudwing Tribe and my Long-Arm Ape Tribe have been allies for generations. If you’re in danger, it’s only right that we come. However..."

He turned toward Ethan, eyes narrowing. "...a human. Hmph. Interesting."

"Interesting, my ass," Ethan muttered loud enough for all to hear. "Some creature just strolls out, acting like it owns the place."

Gasps spread through the crowd. Just moments ago they’d been jeering at him—now they watched in stunned silence. Surely, the Venerable One would explode in fury. Surely, Ethan was about to be crushed.

But before the beastfolk could react, Ethan moved first.

"Get down!" he roared.

The sound cracked like thunder, rolling across the plains. It wasn’t just loud—it carried the echo of a dragon’s cry. Hybrids clutched their heads in agony, eyes bulging, blood spewing from their mouths. Their skulls felt like they were being split open. It was a roar not just of sound, but of will.

"You little beast! How dare you show such disrespect to a Venerable One of the Sacred Tribe!" Grayson barked, stepping forward.

Brain-dead or just eager to show off—either way, it was a fatal mistake. Among the hybrids, the term "Sacred Tribe" referred to pure-blooded Beastfolk. And "Venerable One"? That was a title they used regardless of strength. Even a newborn pure-blood was addressed as such.

"Get lost," Ethan snapped.

The words hit like a hammer. His Soul Sense activated, augmented by Dragon’s Might. A phantom arrow of pure intent shot into Grayson’s forehead.

Splurt!

His skull exploded.

The body stumbled forward a few steps, then dropped with a thud. Silent. Motionless.

Even Ethan blinked, surprised. The power of his Soul Sense, combined with Dragon’s Might, was more destructive than he’d expected. Against hybrids, it was devastating—shattering will and snuffing life with a thought.

"Hahaha!" The beastfolk laughed. "Interesting, indeed! A human with Soul Power this strong... Come. Kneel and accept the master-servant contract. Serve me, and whatever you desire, I’ll grant you!"

Ethan looked at him like he was mentally broken. Serve him? This clown thought Ethan would become his pet? Did that mean the two powerful humans behind him were also servants?

He smirked. "Anything I want?"

"Of course!" the beastfolk replied confidently.

"Alright then." Ethan nodded. The beastfolk grinned smugly, clearly thinking he’d already won. But Ethan wasn’t finished.

He raised one boot and rested it on Grayson’s headless corpse. Leaning lazily, he smiled. "Then come over here and lick my shoes clean."

The beastfolk’s smile vanished.

"You’re asking for death!" he snarled, stepping forward. His arms stretched wide, muscles swelling unnaturally. His upper body ballooned with brute strength, and his aura burst forth like a tidal wave, as he morphed into an ape-like creature. It wasn’t just power—it was pure beastly might. The force of it knocked the surrounding hybrids and humans back to the ground.

Ethan quickly activated Advanced Analysis. As expected, it failed—completely unreadable. Pure-blooded Beastfolk were built differently. Their data couldn’t be parsed like other creatures.

Still, despite the bluster, the beastfolk’s pressure felt weaker than the Tier 4 Fire-Eyed Toad Ethan had fought before. Was this really the level of the so-called "Sacred Tribe"?

He didn’t know it at the time, but that Fire-Eyed Toad had been a high-tier monster in the Sea of Death. Tier 12 was the highest classification, and Tier 4 was already formidable.

True, some lower-tier creatures—like the Gold-Eater Ants, only Tier 1—could overwhelm stronger foes with sheer numbers. Their Ant King was Tier 6, and even the Fire-Eyed Toad would flee if swarmed by them. What Ethan hadn’t realized was that the toad he defeated was weakened, having just laid eggs. At full power, it might’ve been a different story.

Still, this Sacred Tribe Venerable One didn’t feel nearly as dangerous. Just loud.

"The Venerable One’s power is divine!"

"To witness such might... we’re blessed!"

Even as they lay face-down in the dirt, the cowards fawned.

Ethan’s hands clenched.

You could be human, yet you choose to be dogs? When did humanity become so pathetic?

Quest reward or not, Ethan made up his mind right then.

Sacred Tribe? Venerable One? Pure-blooded Beastfolk? I’ll show you all—you’re nothing but beasts.

He locked onto the beastfolk across from him, his eyes turning cold.