Level 1 to Infinity: My Bloodline Is the Ultimate Cheat!-Chapter 282: Trapmaster

Ordinarily, a Survival Hunter's traps would vanish after a set duration. Standard mechanics.

And if you placed a second trap of the same type, the first one disappeared—auto-removed by the system.

But LongerThanLuffy didn't play by those rules. He wasn't just delaying trap detonation—he could choose when they exploded. Even more absurd, he could deploy multiple of the same kind simultaneously.

Given enough time, the guy could turn any area into a tactical nightmare. A kill zone laced with invisible death.

Like a sapper from the old wars. Patient. Methodical. Devastating.

Too bad he was with the Carnage Faction. If he hadn't been, Ethan would've recruited him without hesitation.

With someone like that on their side? Fortresses would be impenetrable. Towns practically unbreachable.

One man, laying out a full defensive perimeter on his own? Hell—if he had time to prepare, he could hold an entire city. Solo.

Of course, setup mattered. He'd need a good amount of time to work.

But right now, Ethan's sudden appearance had drawn attention.

The moment the group spotted him, they froze.

"What the hell kind of class is that?"

"Werewolf? A hidden subclass? Something new?"

They didn't have time to process.

A trap detonated beneath Ethan's feet—and the shockwave tore through them.

Agony, confusion, and panic followed.

"Stop moving! Don't run!" the Necromantic Mage shrieked at her team, her voice sharp with panic.

She thought her own people were triggering the traps through careless movement. frёewebnoѵēl.com

But Ethan saw the truth in LongerThanLuffy's eyes.

A smirk. Subtle, but telling.

This wasn't just timed detonation. He could manually trigger specific traps while leaving others untouched.

He was controlling the chaos.

Damn. The guy wasn't just good—he was elite.

A flicker of unease settled into Ethan's gut.

True Damage hurt. Even with his tankiness, it carved through his defenses like butter.

And if someone stacked enough of it across their gear…

Well, even he wouldn't be laughing then.

Not that many players could manage that kind of loadout. True Damage builds were rare—and expensive.

Just then, LongerThanLuffy's gaze locked with Ethan's. The man tensed, like a switch had flipped in his head.

"M182631…" he blurted, almost involuntarily.

The hesitation cost him.

A Shield Tank crashed into him with a Precision Block, disrupting his stance. Another rammed forward, using their shield to pin him in place.

The Necromantic Mage snarled, "Kill him! Don't hold back!"

She was terrified now. Traps kept erupting. Her forces were getting shredded.

Less than half remained—and even they were in disarray.

The only path to survival? Eliminate this guy. If they didn't, this kill box would become their grave.

But Ethan wasn't moving. He was stuck—frozen on that string of numbers. The others hadn't understood.

But he had.

'M182631.'

That had been his old designation. Back in the Ninth Division. Back in the real world.

So—who the hell was this guy? How did he recognize Ethan's ID… even in this form?

A second passed. Ethan made his choice.

'Doesn't matter who he is. I'm getting him out.'

At that moment, the trapmaster was the one trapped—Shield Tanks hemming him in, weapons rising, ready to end him.

But Ethan knew their type.

Shield Tanks hit like wet noodles. Slow. Blunt. They weren't finishers. They wouldn't kill him outright. Not immediately.

"Fuck you, bitch! Eat this—BOOM!"

KA-BLAM!

The ground under Ethan—once stable—erupted in fire. The explosion didn't stop there. It kicked off a brutal chain reaction, detonating trap after trap.

And just before the blast swallowed them all, LongerThanLuffy mouthed something. A word. Maybe two.

In that instant, Ethan swapped his Demonhunter's Bone Fang Necklace for the Blazing Necklace, completing the set bonus.

Skill Activated: Blazing Defense!

For the next 8 seconds, all damage taken would be reduced by 20%, and he'd survive a fatal hit with full HP restored. (Cooldown: 3 days.)

Then the world vanished in a flood of light.

The explosion hurled Ethan backward like a rag doll, the shockwave slamming into him with terrifying force.

[System Alert: You have died! Death Immunity activated!]

When his vision returned, the silence was deafening.

Too fast. Too total.

That maniac had detonated everything—every single trap in the zone.

No bodies. No survivors. Just scorched terrain. A blackened void where thousands had stood moments earlier.

Including LongerThanLuffy.

And A for Ethan? He'd also died, for the first time since his rebirth.

Sure, the immunity had kicked in. No penalties, no lost gear, no downtime. Just a three-day cooldown.

But it meant something. A line had been crossed, he wasn't untouchable.

Ethereal was a world of limitless potential. A place of boundless power waiting to be seized.

But now he understood—power didn't make you immortal. Even with +30 enhancements. Even with Divine Abilities, someone, somewhere, could still punch your ticket.

Without the Blazing Set's death immunity, he'd be waking up at a graveyard spawn right now.

And the real question was: which graveyard?

If he respawned in Survivor Faction territory, great. He'd be fine. But if the system placed him inside Carnage-controlled lands?

That'd be a disaster.

Their graveyards were buried deep within cities and strongholds. If it was a low-level village, maybe he'd have a shot. But if he ended up in a high-tier zone? Main City?

He wouldn't last five minutes.

NPC guards would dogpile him. Camp his body. Cut him down again and again—until he hit Level 0.

And what about the respawn mechanics here?

Survivors could usually corpse-run. Carnage players? They got teleported straight to the graveyard.

Here, graveyards were technically safe zones. No NPCs inside. But step one foot outside?

Enemy central.

Whatever the case, Ethan wasn't about to find out the hard way.

The battlefield lay still now. Charred. Dead and quiet.

And as the inferno had consumed the area, LongerThanLuffy had mouthed something to him.

Ethan hadn't heard it—but he'd read the lips clearly.

"North… town…"

Then the flames took him. A rendezvous point. That had to be it.

Ethan didn't know who this guy really was—not yet. But he knew one thing for sure: He had questions.

Well, that was for later. Right now, he had to loot.

His eyes snapped to the glittering field of gear around him. Thousands of items. Gold-tier, for the most part—endgame stuff.

Ethan almost laughed. Sure, half of it was locked to Carnage Faction, but who cared?

Gold was gold.

And gold was universal.

He could sell it to Survivors. He could offload it to black-market Carnage traders. Didn't matter.

Profit was profit.