Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat - Chapter 637

Chapter 637: The Return of the Druid God

The vast island was crowded with people along its shores.

Ethan stood on a high ridge overlooking them, with two figures at his side—one a plump young man, the other a petite girl.

“Boss, is all this… actually real?”

Meatball’s face had gone pale, his round eyes wide with disbelief.

Ethan gave a short nod.

But Meatball still looked like he couldn’t quite accept it. The events of the past few days had completely upended his sense of reality. Even his body showed it—he’d lost weight fast, his cheeks no longer round. He was usually a white, pudgy guy with black-rimmed glasses, but now one of the lenses was cracked and smeared with dust.

The small girl beside them, of course, was Kiara Quinn. Unlike Meatball, she remained remarkably calm. Her brow was slightly furrowed as she watched the crowd below. Some people were crying uncontrollably; others were laughing as if they’d lost their minds.

No one judged them. Everyone understood this was what happened when terror finally broke. After everything they’d been through—horrors, deaths, and fear beyond reason—this was the first breath of release. A new beginning, fragile but real. Ethan could only shake his head. That kind of trauma would never fully leave them.

“Look, a ship!”

A shout came from the beach. Someone had leapt to their feet, pointing toward the horizon. In an instant, everyone turned to look, their voices rising in excitement and confusion.

“That ship’s moving fast! Wait, what’s that thing in front of it?” someone yelled.

Ethan followed their gaze, and a faint smile tugged at his lips. He almost laughed.

That “thing” was, of course, Blackie. The creature was towing two Flying Dragon yachts, skimming across the ocean at incredible speed.

What amused Ethan wasn’t that Blackie was towing them—but how he was doing it. Thick ropes were looped around the creature’s neck in a ridiculous makeshift harness, a massive collar of braided cord that made him look exactly like a draft horse pulling a wagon.

Blackie’s form wasn’t especially large at the moment—about the size of a heavy workhorse. He’d probably shrunk down so the ropes would reach. If he took on his full form, the lines wouldn’t have even fit around him.

As the distance closed, the crowd finally caught sight of him clearly.

“A monster!” a woman screamed, her voice cutting through the air.

Panic spread instantly. After days of being hunted by monstrous serpents and grotesque creatures, the sight of another monstrous figure—no matter how small—sent everyone into fresh terror.

“Hold steady! That’s my ride!” Ethan shouted, his voice carrying easily over the noise.

“Huh? Boss, that’s your ride?” Meatball turned to him, stunned.

By now, Ethan’s identity was no secret. Everyone knew the man who had saved them was none other than the Guild Leader—the mysterious “Druid God.” To the survivors, everything that had happened felt like a half-remembered dream. They didn’t understand how the Druid God had done it, but the disappearance of the monsters and the shattered wrecks left across the island pointed to one conclusion:

Their Boss wasn’t just some powerful player in the game. Maybe, just maybe, he was something more—even in the real world.

Earlier, Ethan had apologized to them all, explaining that their abduction was likely the work of a criminal faction allied with dark entities, a deliberate attempt to destabilize the Renegade Alliance.

Even without that explanation, many had already begun to suspect the truth. A lot of them now knew each other in real life, and during their captivity they had realized something astonishing: every one of the several thousand people trapped here was a member of the same guild.

With the Fortress Wars about to begin, the ones who still had their wits about them had already pieced together the outlines of the plot.

Some in the crowd were beginning to turn bitter toward Renegade Alliance. Others shouted that they were innocent, insisting they had only bragged about being core members back in the real world, when in truth they were just casual players who’d never even qualified for membership.

Ethan could already see what would happen once they returned home. Most of them would leave the guild. A few might even twist the story until he became the villain in their minds. He noticed the looks some of them gave him—cold, resentful, not grateful.

He said nothing. He understood human nature too well to expect gratitude. All that mattered was that his conscience stayed clear. Whether they thanked him or cursed his name didn’t matter. As long as they didn’t come after him, he would leave them be.

If they did, he would deal with them swiftly.

Ethan’s shout from earlier had steadied the crowd, and the frantic cries along the shore gradually faded. Blackie slowed as he approached the island, towing the two Flying Dragon yachts. There was no dock, so he stopped a hundred yards from the beach, letting the vessels drift to anchor.

Then Blackie, Leo, Victor, and the others took to the air, gliding effortlessly across the water to land beside Ethan. The sight left the crowd completely speechless.

“Boss!”

“Ethan!”

Their voices overlapped, full of relief and excitement. Ethan smiled, scanning their faces.

“You all made it,” he said softly. Seeing his comrades—his brothers-in-arms, standing before him filled him with a deep, quiet joy. These were the people he trusted most, his family in every sense that mattered.

Leo, Victor, and Williams quickly recognized Meatball and greeted him warmly. They had known each other for years; Meatball had even attended Victor’s wedding. He stared at them now in disbelief, realizing for the first time that his long-time friends were all extraordinary figures in their own right.

“Where did you guys come from? Did you go to Ascension Isle?” Ethan asked, glancing at the yachts—and at Fatso and Emery Shaw, who had come along.

“Yeah,” Blackie said. “We just got there, cleared out a few mud-snakes, and then your message came through.” He grinned and, almost immediately, his tone shifted.

“Oh, right, Boss—about that new sweetheart of yours. Heard she got snatched. So tell us, who’re you rescuing first? First Lady, or Amber?”

The teasing question hit its mark perfectly. The others exchanged looks, trying not to laugh. A few even gave Blackie subtle thumbs-up, enjoying Ethan’s discomfort.

“What?” Ethan’s eyes widened. “Amber was kidnapped? By who?”

“I know, I know!” Fatso jumped forward, puffing out his chest as everyone turned to him. Seizing the moment, he planted one hand dramatically over his heart and the other behind his back.

He cleared his throat, lifted his chin, and in a solemn, almost theatrical voice declared:

“Gazing east from the high platform, the Immortal Isle is veiled. Within the cosmos of the Isle, where the Void is concealed. Attain the Path of Ethereal, break through the primordial seal.”

He finished the recitation with an expression of deep pride.

The silence that followed was absolute. Every single person—Ethan included—stared at him, stunned into speechlessness.

A moment later, Ethan’s patience snapped. He stepped forward and delivered a clean, ringing slap across Fatso’s face.

Whirling…

The man spun like a top, his rotund body twisting in dizzying circles.

“You idiot! talk like a normal person!” Ethan shouted.

He hadn’t hit hard; it was more insult than injury. Even so, Fatso spun until the soles of his shoes smoked, finally slowing to a dazed halt just as Ethan finished yelling.