Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

A terrifying murderous intent surged in Orson’s eyes.

They’re coming.

And they’ll die right here.

Major Announcement: “Under the command of Archangel Jenonis, the Light Dragon Empire’s main force has entered the borders of Forever City. A full-scale assault will begin in 10 minutes!”

Major Announcement: “Victory Condition for the Empire: Death of the Kingslayer!”

Major Announcement: “Victory Condition for Players: Death of Jenonis!”

Major Announcement: “The final battle begins now!”

…

Major announcements popped up one after another, leaving players at their holographic screens dumbfounded.

“Where are they? Anyone see anything? Can we get an in-game war correspondent on this?”

“This doesn’t make sense! Reinforcements at the Riftrock City front showed up out of nowhere. Even in a game, armies marching should at least make some noise!”

“Trash game. If Orgod dies, I swear I’m going down to the Infinite Dimensions HQ with a damn RPG!”

The chat exploded. In the official livestream, even the hosts looked puzzled.

Dozens of cameras covered most of the Forever City region, but there wasn’t a single trace of the so-called Light Dragon Empire’s main army.

“Could they really have some kind of artifact hiding the army’s advance?”

“Hard to imagine—just the distraction army was over a million strong. How massive is the real force?”

After a full day and night of high-intensity streaming, most of the original hosts had rotated out. Only SirLagsALot was still there, surrounded by empty coffee cans, green tea bottles, and energy drinks.

His eyes were bloodshot, but with his guildmates fighting tooth and nail in-game, how could he back out now?

“There! Camera 14, switch now!” SirLagsALot suddenly shouted, slamming the desk.

Though the crew was sick of his attitude, they had zero doubts about his instincts and quickly cut to the feed.

Camera 17 showed the outer walls of Forever City—a towering black fortress rimmed with obelisks hundreds of meters tall, like jagged black dragon fangs biting into the sky. Awe-inspiring and majestic.

Atop a ridge stood a man and a woman, side by side.

The man’s eyes glowed with divine light, twin angelic wings spread wide behind him. Holy and noble, he held a radiant sword as he looked down on Forever City like a Celestial.

Jenonis.

Everyone watching, players and staff alike, went silent in shock. The Empire’s supreme commander was standing out in the open, just a few kilometers from Forever City.

“Zoom! Zoom in more!”

SirLagsALot left his seat to yell at the director. As the feed zoomed closer, his face went pale.

“…That woman… is that Snow Dream?”

“I hate being watched,” Jenonis said, smiling coldly. He raised a hand—and a brilliant beam of light shot out.

The player holding camera 17 barely had time to react before their body pixelated and disintegrated.

“No way… that female player—wasn’t she a top-tier from SSR Guild?”

“Unreal! I know her! She’s Orgod’s former disciple. This traitor, she’s trying to backstab him?”

…

Chat exploded again. No one expected a player to be standing beside an NPC like Jenonis.

What was she doing?

Wasn’t she with Dragon’s Kiss Guild?

How could she be with the Archangel now? Given her history with Orgod, a chill crept through everyone watching.

Everyone was dying to know what they were saying—but they were too far for the feed to pick up the conversation.

“He’ll come back before the full assault begins. Trust me,” Snow Dream said with a gentle smile.

Jenonis glanced sideways, expression unreadable. “Why? Shouldn’t a sewer rat know to keep hiding?”

“He’s tired of hiding. And this city is his masterpiece. He has no choice but to return and defend it.”

Snow Dream looked up at the grand city before her. Emotion swirled in her eyes—regret, maybe. If she hadn’t betrayed Orson, maybe she could have stood atop those walls beside him, watching the world together.

But there were no “what ifs.”

One wrong step, and they were on opposite paths, too far gone.

“I’m done relying on others,” she whispered to herself.

She finally understood who she really was.

Looking back on her SSR years, only two people had truly shaped her.

Orson.

Wedge.

People always said she and Orson thought alike—clever, devious, manipulating others like chess pieces.

But that was just the surface.

She knew deep down she was more like Wedge.

She didn’t want to wait to be cherished. She wanted control—of everything. And she would use any means to get it.

Back on the battlefield of Riftrock City…

“If necessary… I’ll die with everyone here,” Madman said quietly, his dragon Quarla howling in fury as it smashed through enemy lines.

Magical Fiancée said solemnly, “We’ll stay too. The fight at Forever City is out of our league. We’ll hold here to the end.”

“Our revived members are almost here. We may not last long—but we’ll fight to the last breath!”

Several guild leaders looked at Orson with deep respect. No praise could match the bond forged in blood and fire.

“Good. I’m counting on you,” Orson nodded, then opened a space gate. Godslayer’s elite forces began transferring back to Forever City for a final stand.

“Those who consider themselves top warriors or knights, stay behind,” said a voice.

Orson turned to see Velorith, the Lightning Dragon King, now in her human form. She had followed the retreating alliance the whole time—without lifting a finger.

“You think you can just tell us to stay? I haven’t even settled the score with you for squashing my brothers!” Bradley snapped.

He hadn’t forgotten how Velorith had crushed Divine Slash and the others to death with her giant dragon ass.

Even if she had opened the path to a hidden class, that was only relevant if they won the civil war.

Bradley had a hundred reasons to suspect her intentions.

Especially the way she kept staring at the strong melee players in the alliance—with burning, almost hungry eyes.

She even stared at his ass for a full minute. It gave him chills.

“My silver-haired warrior… don’t let me down,” Velorith purred, dragging a clawed finger down Bradley’s cheek, leaving a shallow mark. Her gaze screamed predator.

“You…” Bradley recoiled, eyes wide, utterly creeped out.

“Whoever passes the trial to become my rider… shall find eternal peace in the sea of desire.”

Velorith’s voice slithered into the ears of every nearby warrior and knight.

“You have triggered a hidden quest!”

“You have triggered…”

“Omg! Hell-difficulty trial quest: War Supreme Rider of the Lightning Dragon King!”

“Withstand ten basic or skill attacks from Velorith for a chance to receive her blessing—or even form an equal contract!”

Over a hundred top-tier melee players heard the prompt. All looked stunned.

To become a Dragon King’s rider—this was the ultimate dream.

No doubt about it—these were the elite warriors and knight gods of the alliance.

Every one of them had at least an A-rank class.

And more importantly, they were all close-combat monsters. Many had achieved kill counts over 100 using only their own strength.

Demon Emperor, Bradley, Ruby, Ultimate Sweetheart—some of them had passed 500 or even 1000 kills.

“You’ve made the right choice,” Orson said calmly, glancing at Velorith. Then he added sharply, “But I suggest a master-servant contract.”

“I’m sorry, there’s no precedent for that,” Velorith replied, avoiding Orson’s piercing gaze.

“No precedent?”

Orson smiled coldly, menace in every syllable.

At current player power levels, an equal contract was a lie. A Dragon King could break such an agreement at will.

Velorith just wanted to use players to revive the Lightning Dragon legacy. That was obvious.

But he wasn’t playing her game.

The Crimson Lizard King stepped forward, grinning with bloodlust. Bone sword in hand, it exuded deadly dragon pressure.

Velorith growled angrily. “Fine! But who is master, and who is servant… will be decided by my blade of lightning!”

“Hidden quest updated!”

New objective: Deal 20 million damage to Velorith.

If no one succeeds, the Dragon King becomes master—and players her subordinates.

Bradley hesitated. Watching Madman charging through enemies on Quarla, he could barely contain himself.

“Orson, we’re going!”

Without waiting for orders, Bradley turned and stepped toward the space gate.

Brothers in danger—he would fight by their side.

“Get lost.”

Bradley froze—just as a foot kicked him square in the chest, knocking him flat.

Orson smirked. “Wait a few minutes. I’m not gonna die while you’re gone. You think you’re weaker than Demon Emperor or the rest?”

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