Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

“Stage one, completion progress: 34%!”

The number of demon projections had increased nearly fivefold. For ordinary trial-takers, this kind of insane mission would have meant countless deaths by now.

Aeloria’s power was already nearing that of a quasi-God-tier Dragon King, far surpassing the strength of the Golden Dragon King who had once guarded this Golden Divine Pillar.

Orson noticed that any demon projections entering the golden light radiating from the Divine Pillar would become visible to the naked eye.

That saved him from having to constantly activate Ice Prison Ring to force them into sight.

Aeloria flew lazy circles around the pillar, her death dragon breath disintegrating anything vile that dared approach.

Berenice yelled, “Little brother servant, kill! Kill them all!”

Ignis grumbled, “…Stop knocking me on the head. You’ll turn me into a dumb bird.”

Berenice rode Ignis straight into the swirling dark mist, countless ghostly shadows lunging at the pair.

At first Orson worried for their safety, but he soon realized he’d been overthinking it.

In the darkness, crimson flames erupted, and the roar of wind filled the space.

A divine bird, nearly seven or eight meters long, danced within the firelight, soaring upward with General Dog-Egg Berenice on its back, radiating a brilliance like the sun.

Every Void Crawler that neared Ignis burst into flames, swiftly swallowed up by that divine glow.

\\[Bloodfire Undying Phoenix]

\\[Level: 35]

\\[Divine Blood Phoenix, Scion of the Immortal Flame]

\\[Trial-taker Orgod’s bonded beast]

\\[Grade: God]

\\[HP: 290 million]

\\[Attack: 45,000]

\\[Crit Rate: 52%]

\\[Active Skills: Mastery of Fire Mage Arts, Heavenly Phoenix Flame]

\\[Passive Skills: Undying Rebirth, Infernal Detonation]

Now that Ignis had reached level 35, his health was monstrously high, but more importantly, he’d awakened an innate fire mastery.

He could freely use nearly all fire magic under grade A, and had also gained an absurd active skill, Heavenly Phoenix Flame.

Any enemy within about two hundred meters would suffer true burning damage.

This dealt damage equal to twice Ignis’s normal attack every second—around 90,000 per second, even more brutal than Orson’s current chaos burns.

The only downside was the high mana cost, which meant he couldn’t keep it up indefinitely.

Still, a direct descendant of two divine beasts was so naturally gifted that even dragons couldn’t compare.

Aeloria’s stats were currently much higher than Ignis’s, but in this specific kind of innate power, she couldn’t match him.

Aside from her Death God Dragon Clan talents—Ancient Memory Awakening, Draconic Gift: Death Breath—and various growth skills, the rest required Orson to slot in beast skills manually.

Just like Orson himself, Aeloria still had a long way to go before reaching divinity and reviving the full might of the Death God Dragons.

“I am destiny!”

“I am the Immortal Sovereign!”

“Hahahahaha…”

Orson turned to look beside him. Laketon’s laughter was growing ever more deranged.

His body was almost fully merged with the Golden Divine Pillar, emitting a terrifying black light that devoured the surrounding golden glow.

Orson finally understood what BlazeKing had meant by leaving behind the Ocular Demon.

This was the player database—one of Infinite Dimensions’ deepest secrets.

The ninth Void Prince couldn’t descend directly and could only spy via projections.

But the Ocular Demon, like a virus, could directly interfere with the Divine Pillar’s operations, sabotaging its fundamental rules.

It was clear BlazeKing hadn’t been completely defeated. Instead, he’d left contingencies in both the real and virtual worlds.

A plan that had stretched on for a thousand years!

How terrifying must his mind and resolve have been? Orson couldn’t even imagine it.

Even after dying, becoming part of the very laws that built Infinite Dimensions, his will still shaped everything.

“I’m one of the pawns too.”

Orson let out a soft sigh. Even if he didn’t want to admit what Xinala had said, he knew deep down there was an invisible hand pushing him forward.

But moping wasn’t his style. Having a chance to come back, to fix regrets—this was already a tremendous gift.

Now all that mattered was ushering in the fusion of worlds to keep his sister safe.

As for where Orson would end up… he figured once he stepped through destiny’s gate, he’d get his answer.

“King’s Authority!”

“Dragon God’s Library!”

At his thought, Orson’s consciousness entered the rule-bound space gifted by the Six-Eyed God Wolf.

His mind traveled among countless Infinite Dimensions tomes. After a moment’s thought, he pulled down a volume titled The Mystery of Soul Seals.

A blue cover, gold lettering, emitting a soft divine glow—it felt more like a holy relic than a book.

Its attributes showed no special effect.

“You have taken The Mystery of Soul Seals.”

Orson pondered a bit longer, scanning the shelves, until something else caught his eye. He reached out and grabbed The Grey Watchers: Epic.

Now that was interesting.

Orson hadn’t expected the Dragon God’s Library to have records on the Celestial Domain players.

Know yourself and know your enemy—if he survived the trial of Tomb One, the Godslayer army would inevitably clash with the Grey Watchers.

Then Orson’s consciousness returned, back before the Golden Divine Pillar.

Seeing his three beasts rampaging without need of him, he simply sat down and started reading.

Orson flipped open the cover of The Mystery of Soul Seals and froze. “Wait a second…”

He was completely stumped. For all his claims of being an archeologist, fluent in many alien scripts, he didn’t recognize these tadpole-like symbols at all…

They resembled the writing used by Infinite Dimensions natives, but were even older. The game’s auto-translation failed entirely.

“Do you wish to read this book’s contents?”

A prompt popped up. Orson chuckled. “So fancy? Sure—read it.”

“Reading progress: 1%.”

“Reading progress: 2%.”

…

As the progress climbed, Orson’s vision blurred, his mind diving fully into the text.

He didn’t know how much time passed before he snapped awake, a look of shock on his face. “This… can’t be right! Soul Seals… are actually manifestations of divinity?”

The book described Soul Seals as fragments of domain will.

Through endless combat, skill honing, insight into arcane truths, players and NPCs alike gradually birthed these expressions aligned with the world’s will.

Their specific effects were closely tied to each person’s nature.

For example, an archer gifted in pinpoint accuracy might develop a finger-bone Soul Seal linked to Weak Points.

This would greatly increase chances of crippling, lethal, or outright deadly strikes.

Or a knight skilled with shields—once his power reached a certain level, he might birth an arm-bone Soul Seal related to Shield Bash.

That would massively boost defense, counterdamage, and damage reduction.

The reason players’ Soul Seals needed to raise proficiency was because they’d inherited the domain will of some previous player or NPC. They had to walk that old path anew.

Anyone inheriting the same series of Soul Seal would see far faster combat performance and mastery growth than someone with a hodgepodge Soul Seal.

It was easy to understand. Different Soul Seals needed different things.

Some warriors had bizarre Soul Seals that required them to slash a wooden post tens of thousands of times a day to improve. Meanwhile, a Divine Soul Seal might only demand killing extra monsters daily.

Obviously, these clashed, and efficiency couldn’t compare to someone whose Soul Seals all only needed monster kills.

Orson’s brow furrowed, a strange tremor in his heart. “If someone brought three types of Soul Seals to perfection… they’d give birth to a Life Soul Seal, then unify their Seals to forge a divinity and ascend in a single step?”

The Mystery of Soul Seals never directly said this. It was all Orson’s own speculation.

After all, in his past life, he hadn’t survived long enough to hear of anyone maxing out their Soul Seal proficiencies—let alone forging a true divinity to become a transcendent being.

But if his guess was right, it would be as earthshaking as the Heaven Demon invasion.

This would be a true godhood, not like the Grey Watchers, who were players transformed by the gods.

The Grey Watchers’ power mostly came from the gods, making them false gods, unable to truly transcend and become eternal.

“Heavenly Spirit’s Heart—I have to get it.”

Orson murmured to himself. With three Super God-grade Soul Seals at maximum, carving out his own path…

Maybe then, even the apocalypse of the Heaven Demon invasion wouldn’t threaten all life.

At that point, the will of Godslayer would shake even the gods of the galaxy!

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