Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Orson couldn’t hide his surprise. In his previous life, there had been more than one Dragon Tamer, but in terms of sheer legend, none compared to the woman standing before him.

She once commanded seven dragons to simultaneously wreak havoc across seven major public dungeons.

It was said her dragon-taming ability stemmed from the long-dead Light Dragon Emperor, granting her a natural suppression over lesser dragons. For her, taming one was barely a challenge.

After Dragon’s Kiss Guild was pushed into the Dark Dragon faction, Orson had asked Madman to reach out to her in private.

She never replied. Icy as frost.

And yet here she was—out of Dragon’s Kiss and now, unexpectedly, a member of Moonlight Guild.

“Xiran has me by her side,” said DragonHarbinger softly, her gaze tender as it fell on Empress of the Moon. “So none of you are winning.”

The way she looked at Empress held a gleam of emotion that couldn’t be missed.

“You… you two…”

ShatteredCrown’s eyes widened in disbelief, scanning both women with pure astonishment.

WTF!

Orson was just as stunned. Empress of the Moon’s face was burning red—the usually domineering queen now blushing like a schoolgirl.

So that was it…

He shook his head slightly. Of course it was Empress.

She had no overpowered mechanics or deep pockets to speak of, yet her spirit—that unwavering knight’s heart—had rallied countless whales and top players around her.

“Demon Emperor,” Orson turned to the side with a grin. “With your guild’s firepower, I assume wiping out the empire’s right wing won’t be a problem?”

The air trembled as a towering figure covered in black arcane runes stepped into the light—a monument of sheer power.

“Like hell I’ll listen to you, you smug little punk! Come out into the real world and I’ll… I’ll insult you to death!”

Slaughter Spree rubbed his swollen face, still sore from earlier.

After getting beat black and blue by the sergeant outside, he’d been dumped like a sack of potatoes in the lobby of his own bathhouse.

Total humiliation.

He’d been ruling the underground as a shady doctor for over ten years. Never had he been treated like this.

He wanted to bash Orson’s face in, but after realizing the man was practically a superhuman, all he had left were verbal barbs.

“Blank, what’s your take?”

Demon Emperor’s brows tightened. He knew Orson was no ordinary player anymore, but Emma was family to him. He wasn’t going to let her be mistreated—not without reason.

Slaughter Guild had grown rapidly under the leadership of the Ten Kings of Hell. Though still behind the likes of NRSword Soul, Bright Galaxy, and Dragon’s Kiss in overall power, their main force now numbered over twelve thousand—putting them among the game’s elite guilds.

As for Godslayer Guild?

With the Triple Crown winner back in the saddle, they had become something else entirely.

Their gear, class rankings, and soul seals were all far beyond Infinite Dimensions’ current curve—making them a powerhouse unto themselves.

Slaughter Guild’s players locked eyes on Orson, battle lust burning. These weren’t keyboard warriors—they were killers. An elite force in the player coalition.

If Orson was the banner of Godslayer, then Demon Emperor was the very soul of Slaughter Guild.

“We follow him.”

Blank’s voice was calm and clear.

Slaughter Spree exploded.

“Blank, what the hell? Where’s your pride? That guy’s using you to flex! If you say the word, we walk—screw him!”

Blank gave him a frosty glance, then turned to Orson.

And smiled.

“I said what I said. The Bruce Family and Slaughter Guild will support him with everything we’ve got.”

Demon Emperor froze.

He’d known Emma for years—watched her grow up. To him, she was family.

And yet… he’d never seen her smile like that.

“Wait, what? You people change your tunes too damn fast! I can’t keep up!”

Slaughter Spree’s spirit shattered on the spot.

He’d gotten beaten to a pulp, made a whole scene… and for what? To be the punchline?

Bradley gave Dragon Tamer Ulysses a sympathetic pat on the shoulder, silently warning him: never go full simp again.

With strategies in place, Demon Emperor took point in coordinating the various guilds’ tactical details.

Orson mounted his Crimson Lizard King and soared toward Golden City.

Golden City, Lord’s Estate.

“Lord Archangel, the adventurers have set a trap. They’re leveraging their ability to respawn endlessly, aiming to seize the spoils and strengthen themselves.”

A graceful woman, bathed in divine light, whispered with quiet composure.

“I find it curious,” Jenonis replied, eyes cold. “The distress beacon from Riftrock City is up, yet you knew it was a ruse. How?”

“Simple,” Snow Dream smiled. “I know him better than you do.”

Her voice was like a calm breeze, but there was steel underneath.

“A decoy strategy like this? If it were me, I’d do the same.”

“Are you saying my vanguard is doomed?” Jenonis’ voice dropped to a chilling pitch.

His snowy wings unfurled, filling the room with divine pressure.

“Yes. Among adventurers, his influence is unmatched.”

Snow Dream stood unshaken in the storm of holy power.

“You may have millions of imperial troops. But before the endless horde of U.S. adventurers, you’re nothing. A full-frontal war is a matter of when—not if—you lose.”

Her meaning was clear: only a swift decapitation strike could win this war for the empire.

Jenonis’ expression darkened. After a long silence, he nodded.

“I believe you. As Saintess of the Radiant Church, you may go.”

The death of two clan lords had rattled him.

The imperial army was not invincible. If the players truly united, they could drown his legions like a flood.

Snow Dream bowed slightly, turned, and walked toward the grand hall’s exit.

Just then, she crossed paths with The Spirit King Ku’Jalai, a demi-god supreme in his own right. She bowed humbly.

“I still don’t understand,” the Spirit King said, face stern. “Are we not worthy of trust? Why listen to the whispers of an adventurer?”

Only someone of his rank dared speak so bluntly to Jenonis.

Behind him, the imperial marshal added,

“Your Holiness, we must take Riftrock City at any cost and regroup with the other legions. Otherwise, our power is too split to strike at Forever City!”

“Hmph. It’s simple,” Jenonis said coldly. “The divine will of the Celestial Kingdom has chosen her. I must heed her insight.”

His voice held the weight of divine certainty—but also a sliver of envy.

The gathered kings gasped.

Not another word was said.

Why had the Seraph Xinala blessed an adventurer?

He didn’t understand. But the divine will could not be questioned.

The imperial marshal instantly switched gears, sucking up like a pro.

“The ancient divine relic Aurora Bloodveil continues to operate. Even with the God-Emperor artifact, the Kingslayer cannot detect us. With his forces tied up at Riftrock, our vanguard can strike at their heart!”

Behind them all, Snow Dream walked calmly. Her beautiful eyes glinted coldly.

The smile at her lips deepened.

She knew—no matter how strong Usher was—he couldn’t compare to that man.

She knew his favorite foods. His favorite colors. Every word he’d ever said.

That was her edge.

Not yet, though. Not now.

She would bide her time. Build her strength.

And when the time came…

If Orson’s heart belonged to Sienna, then she would let jealousy consume her—and drag him into the abyss with her.

Because only in the abyss, she believed, could two broken souls truly stay together.

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