Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

[Thin Ice Bro]: "He killed a Dragon Knight… Meanwhile, here I am barely surviving a fight with a level-20 Vampire. How the hell is he this strong?"

[Ruthless Blade]: "Global announcement? First ever, right? Man, screw this game—it's totally busted!"

[I Go Crazy]: "Hahaha, it's not just us on the CN server getting wrecked. Now the overseas players can get a taste of this hell too!"

In Infinite Dimensions, Dragon Knights, whether NPCs or boss monsters, were considered untouchable gods among mortals. The dragons alone had stats that players could only dream of. And the knights themselves? Utterly suffocating to fight against.

Now, someone had shattered that myth, and the name Orgod was spreading across global servers.

The CN server players were equal parts thrilled and dumbfounded. Usher and Wedge, infamous for their dominance, had been utterly outclassed, and it was now clear why.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Not all Dragon Knights are equal. Some, like the Dragon Heirs, are just coasting on ancestral glory, riding on dragons without earning it."

"Exactly. I've seen a Dragon Knight gathering in a hidden dungeon. The Imperial Purple Gold Duke and the Golden Family Heir? Both are barely 13-year-old kids."

Inevan II's death rocked the global player base.

On the KR server, players were quick to call foul:

"Our Orochi King is way stronger! He'd crush this Orgod guy any day with his SS-class abilities."

"Big deal. Killing a Dragon Knight? Try leading a kingdom war. Let the US region see what true emperor-level power looks like!"

Meanwhile, JP server players were hyping up their ace card: their top-ranked Beastmaster, who boasted a Domain-Class Beast capable of annihilating entire armies.

In Europe, the Sword Soul Guild had claimed dominance, seizing 20 strongholds in the first battleground. Each of their six core members had single-handedly taken a city, their audacity and skill unmatched.

Clips of their battles went viral on social media, earning them massive fame.

Some European players speculated that Orgod might pose a threat to them, but such voices were drowned out by dismissive comments like "another loser" and "Oscar-worthy performance."

A striking blond man wearing a full set of level-20 legendary gear stood atop a fortress, exuding effortless confidence. "Orgod's still as formidable as ever," he remarked with a serene smile. "Usher is no longer our biggest threat in the kingdom war."

This man, clad in wealth and power, was more than just rich—his combat skills were leagues ahead of ordinary players. In the first battleground, he held the strongest fortress alone, fending off armies with ease.

The Sword Soul Guild, though unfamiliar to CN players, was the evolved form of the infamous STT Team—a name that had once cast a shadow over CN esports.

STT were two-time world champions in the game Sword and Conquest, a force so dominant they had crushed CN's SSR Team in a historic match riddled with sabotage. It was a loss that left the CN esports community reeling for years.

Now, their successors stood poised to dominate Infinite Dimensions.

[Bradley]: "Tell me this isn't real! My ultimate goal in Infinite Dimensions, stolen by a sneaky bastard. I'm fuming!"

[Madman]: "So that's where he's been. We should team up and rob him blind for three days straight."

[Wild Gale]: "Honestly, this is insane. Mage meleeing a Dragon Knight? You're a legend, boss."

[Iron Cavalry]: "Offering services as a loot carrier, conversation partner, and professional flatterer—all for Godslayer Guild's mighty leader!"

The Godslayer Guild rarely showed off, but today, they filled the world chat with triumphant boasts. Orson handled the action, while his guildmates handled the flexing.

Nightshade: "I'm on TV! Wahahaha! Wagah! Rich bro, you're awesome!"

Nightshade, meanwhile, led an exodus of goblins, who carried heaps of junk and supplies as they relocated their entire tribe to the Godslayer Guild's stronghold.

Two golden flashes appeared before Orson—a level-30 legendary armor piece and an A-grade magic book.

Without examining the loot, Orson stuffed it into his inventory.

He turned to the massive body of the Frost Dragon Valarag, a greedy glint in his eye.

"No half-measures. If I've come this far, I'll see it through to the end!"

The Dragon Knight was dead, but the dragon—laden with premium materials—was still alive. There was no way he'd let such a prize slip through his fingers.

"Kill!"

Mounted on the Crimson Lizard King, Orson raised his staff and unleashed Chaos Magic Balls at the decrepit dragon.

Despite its colossal frame, the Frost Dragon barely flinched. The attacks were as ineffectual as raindrops.

The Crimson Lizard King, even with its new, tenfold size, was barely the size of Valarag's leg. The visible disparity in power was staggering.

Freed from its master's control, the Frost Dragon seemed to regain clarity. Behind it, massive ice blades began forming, each spanning hundreds of meters.

"Even a casual attack is equivalent to A-tier ice magic…" Orson muttered, his heart sinking.

The Frost Dragon roared, its breath turning the dungeon into a frozen wasteland. The terrain was obliterated, replaced by a chaotic sea of snow and ice.

Orson's gaze sharpened. Summoning The Flame Dragon, he aimed to stall Valarag.

The three-headed Flame Dragon smashed into the Frost Dragon's skull, but the result was underwhelming. Valarag barely staggered, and its pursuit of the Crimson Lizard King continued unabated.

Burn damage ticked away:

Burn: -4200!

Crit Burn: -2000!

Orson maintained a steady barrage of long-range attacks, but the Frost Dragon shrugged off slows and knockbacks with ease.

Valarag's fury was absolute. Its final heir slain, the ancient beast had no intention of retreating. A breath of icy death surged toward Orson, seeking to annihilate him.

Chaos Chain Triggered!

True damage chains bound the Frost Dragon momentarily, reducing its speed slightly.

True Damage Crit: -3000!

True Damage Crit: -10,000!

Under the consistent burn effects, Orson kept his resolve. "If this weren't working, I might've considered retreating."

"The terrain here isn't favorable for Unit One's speed. Change the battlefield!"

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Orson commanded the Crimson Lizard King to ascend vertically.

Suddenly, the Frost Dragon's breath struck true. The Lizard King's wings froze mid-flight, sending it plummeting.

"Battle Space!"

Orson quickly recalled the beast, negating the debuff, and resummoned it moments later to resume the climb.

"Destruction Breath!"

The Crimson Lizard King roared, melting the stone walls to carve out an escape tunnel.

"You are leaving the dungeon!"

As the system notification rang out, Orson maintained his composure. Behind him, the Frost Dragon charged headfirst into the rock, driven by sheer brute force.

Moments later, the dragon burst through the mountainside, its roar echoing across the land. Its overwhelming presence filled the skies, heralding a deadly pursuit.