NOVEL Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat! Chapter 253: Change in the Rules
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Forget about saving Lyla, If Ethan wasn't careful, he wouldn't even make it out of this place alive. That was the brutal truth—and it hung in the air like a curse.

This place had always been the silverwood family territory, yet Donovan still hadn't figured out the full situation.

In the end, it was Ethan who broke the silence. "Maybe your Eighth Brother needed those sentinel souls,. he probably took them away."

Donovan fell quiet.

Then he turned to Ethan and said, "During today's gathering, find a chance to sneak me into the Forbidden Grounds."

"Why don't you go yourself? I've got things to do," Ethan replied, completely uninterested in tagging along to some dangerous site.

"You just want to go find Lyla, right? Once I get my Essence Pearl back, I'll help you look for her."

Donovan saw straight through him and made a bold promise, he even made a gesture as if tapping his chest for emphasis. Ethan just gave him a skeptical side-eye.

This old man? Reliable? First, he lost Lylaa, then he got himself killed. Now he expected Ethan to trust his word?

Never.

"You're strong, old man. Why drag me along?" Ethan snorted. "Didn't you just say that entering the Forbidden Grounds without the Family Head's permission gets you punished? I'd be walking straight into a death sentence."

"So you're really not going?" Donovan narrowed his eyes.

Ethan stiffened his neck. "Not going."

"You little punk. Fine! Soul-Wielder, huh? Just you wait."

With that, Donovan leapt out the window in a flash.

Ethan blinked.

"Granduncle..."

He rushed outside, but the sun was just starting to rise, and Donovan had already vanished.

His heart pounded, how did Donovan figure out he was a Soul-Wielder? Afer becoming stronger, especially as he reached level 45, his energy manipulation had increased by quite a lot, so practically, it should have been impossible for anyone to detect his soul sense easily, but how…

If Donovan could tell, could others?

'He... wouldn't turn me in, would he? Maybe I should've gone with him. Made him owe me. Saved his ass... yeah, that would've been something.'

Ethan turned to head back in, only to run into Ryan. Ethan flinched. Had Ryan overheard Donovan?

"Didn't hear a thing," Ryan muttered, brushing past him.

Ethan cracked a grin. This guy was still as quirky as ever.

He trusted the three Chase siblings. Still, he grabbed Ryan by the arm and said, "Tell no one."

Ryan nodded and walked away.

Far away, about a hundred meters out, hidden in the shadows, Donovan was still watching.

"So he really is a Soul-Wielder..."

By now, morning had broken. Members of the Silverwood family were starting to gather at the training grounds.

Strangely, the red-mist-filled formation had disappeared.

Donovan slipped through the crowd, heading straight for the mountain peak.

Ethan and the Chase siblings got ready to head to the arena. No matter what else was going on, today's tournament had to be seen.

They'd watch first, then try to sneak away mid-event to look for Lyla.

Flawed as the event might be, the turnout was impressive. By the time they arrived, the seats were nearly full.

They found one, way off in the corner near the entrance. Ethan didn't mind. That kind of spot had always been his favorite back in school. Perfect for naps.

It was 8:08 AM.

Boom! Boom! Boom! A series of eight thunderous cannon shots rang out.

The sound was deafening. Ethan jolted at the first blast, slapping his hands over his ears. But the ringing still hit him like a truck. Even his vision blurred.

'What sort of nonsense is this?'

As the echoes faded, a woman in an over-the-top outfit strutted onto the stage.

Ethan sighed. Showtime.

"Esteemed guests and fellow warriors of the Supernatural World..."

She went on. And on. And on. Thirty full minutes of speech that felt like she was reading a term paper.

Eventually, someone in the crowd had enough. "Who even is she? Jesus, does she ever shut up?"

"Shhh! Quiet! That's Luna Silverwood—the family hier's sister!"

The moment Ethan heard her name, his drowsiness vanished. So that was Luna. The woman who nearly got Donovan killed.

A shameless attention-seeker, clearly. That explained the non-stop babbling. All just to make people remember her.

Big chest, small brain. She didn't look much of a threath .

Once he confirmed her identity, Ethan leaned back and tried to catch some sleep.

"Ahem..." Luna cleared her throat, her voice hoarse.

No surprise. Half an hour of verbal diarrhea would do that to anyone.

Finally, she wrapped it up. "Now, I'll hand things over to our family steward and head instructor—Liam Silverwood. He'll go over the tournament rules."

"The rules were developed by the Noble Eight Lineages. Everything will be fair and transparent..."

She kept rambling.

Then a calm voice interrupted her: "Can I speak now?"

"Er... Liam, the stage is yours."

It was Liam Silverwood. Though she hid it well, Luna clearly didn't appreciate being cut off. Her eyes flashed with a subtle irritation.

But Ethan noticed it. Of course he did. She walked past him on her way down, and his Soul Sense caught the flicker of resentment.

He quickly redacted his soul sense as he had made a mental note not to use it carelessly again, since last time, Donovan had sensed it. It was better to play it safe.

Liam waited until Luna had taken her seat on the high platform before speaking.

"As usual, this tournament will have two parts: the Academic and the Combat rounds. Points will be awarded for each. The one with the highest total wins. However, there is one key difference this year."

He paused, letting anticipation build.

Ethan rolled his eyes. Was this guy another show-off?

Liam smiled faintly. "In the past, only select guests invited by the Noble Eight were allowed to compete. This year, anyone under thirty who made it here today can join.

And if you think you have what it takes to win? Then by all means—take the crown."

The crowd erupted.

Even Ethan perked up. He'd planned to fight his way into the top group by snagging a guest slot through the Ninth Division. But this... this changed things.

"Wait, is this for real?"

"Yeah, no way! They always blocked outsiders before the quarter-finals!"

"It was all rigged in the past, man."

Liam looked over the crowd, calm and steady. "I assure you. This decision was agreed upon by all Eight Lineages."

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