Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

NUK Region, Seoul.

Regional chat:

“Damn you Americans! Illegally invading glorious Korea, you’re finished!”

“Give me back my gear! These shameless US dogs ambushed me, damn it!”

“Come out of the city and die, you’ve crossed our nine great chaebols—get ready to be gunned down in real life!”

…

Millions of NUK players were raging, shouting at every monster spawn point, determined to go down fighting.

Bradley stood atop the city wall, frowning. Money Traveler couldn’t figure it out—why were these NUK guys so stubborn?

They’d been beaten so badly they didn’t dare come back into the city, yet they insisted on acting tough, shouting insults from ten kilometers away, leaving Money Traveler awkwardly stuck.

If he chased them, they’d log off instantly. But if he didn’t, they kept on blabbering nonsense forever.

This bizarre tactic had the Godslayer troops thoroughly irritated.

Madman muttered, “Hell, my great-grandfather always said Koreans are natural runners. Looks like he was right.”

Divine Slash said, “I messaged a few of the top chaebol guilds here. They’re not too keen on paying tribute. What do you think, Money Traveler?”

“My head hurts…”

Bradley scratched his scalp in agony. Throw him into the thick of battle and he could slaughter armies alone, but trying to negotiate a surrender—this was way beyond what his few brain cells could handle.

“Where’s your boss Orgod? Is he too scared to come himself?”

“Hiding behind a dragon king, acting all high and mighty—just wait till the national war starts. Our allies will tear you worthless scum apart!”

A mass of NUK players kept barking like mad dogs, making everyone’s scalp tingle. They truly had no clue how serious things were.

Demon Emperor wore a cold sneer. “National war isn’t active yet. All NPCs are invincible. Otherwise I wouldn’t mind wiping out their capital city right now.”

Madman smirked, “Give me a bit to clear it again. Won’t take long to circle through their eight main cities.”

The NUK region was much smaller than the US Infinite Dimensions world, with just eight main cities and a single royal city.

The main city barriers had already been smashed to bits. The city guardians hadn’t even finished spawning before they were insta-killed.

At the Godslayer coalition’s speed—with a quasi-dragon king and a dragon king leading the charge, plus countless goblin airships—wiping every player in the eight main cities would take less than an hour. Only the royal city, protected by special barriers, would hold.

“Wait a second, doesn’t this count as starting an international incident?”

Someone asked, and everyone turned to Blank, the only one here who understood these things. She hadn’t fought at all, only worrying over Sienna the whole time.

“It does. Their top guilds aren’t like regular servers. They’re tied to chaebols that can influence actual national policy.” Blank’s tone was calm.

Normally, she’d have stopped this. But she already got word from K.D…

Infinite Dimensions was about to collapse.

“So your opinion?” Demon Emperor, unusually cautious, pressed her.

“Kill them. Kill them until they submit.”

A glint of cold light flashed in Blank’s eyes. Hearing that, everyone else grinned. Even Blank was saying it—what was there to hesitate for?

Though Blank kept one thought to herself. Once they started a city massacre, there would be no stopping. In the coming fusion world, national wars wouldn’t be guild versus guild anymore.

They’d be head-to-head clashes between entire nations.

Everyone knew a massive war was inevitable.

The fusion world’s arrival would be the fuse.

Why not weaken an enemy region ahead of time?

With wolves on all sides, how could a mighty dragon do nothing?

If they refused to bow, then beat them until they did.

“Tell Orgod to crawl out here. Did he kill my daughter?”

Suddenly, angry shouting rang out. The group had barely left the city when a guild army of over ten thousand, fully kitted, blocked their path.

Leading them was a man wearing black-gold gauntlets.

“Well well, if it isn’t Kim Yong-jae, chairman of NSK Enterprises Group.”

Everyone paused. Before they’d entered the ancient teleport array, they’d already compiled a list of the NUK region’s top players.

This guy was on it—he was also the father of Pokpung.

“Relying on your guild alliance to catch us off guard—this is what passes for Infinite Dimensions strength? Or is cowardice just your default mode?”

Another S-class player sneered.

Blank’s elegant brows knitted. “She brought assassins into US to kill key targets. Her death was her own doing. Blame no one else.”

“Heh, is that so?”

Kim Yong-jae’s grin was twisted as he looked Blank up and down.

Outwardly calm, Blank’s heart still trembled. As the Bruce Family’s prodigious assassin, Pokpung had been her first ever kill.

She couldn’t forget the look of venom in Pokpung’s eyes at the moment of death.

But she was no longer that weak girl. Her eyes turned icy. Now she understood perfectly: show weakness, and only the enemy’s arrogance would grow.

They’d come to assassinate a key figure in the US—meaning they’d accepted the risk of dying. It was their own fault.

Kim Yong-jae’s cold laugh spread. “So you’re here to loot our players. I know what drives you—greed.”

Then he raised his voice. “I offer a bounty: Orgod’s offline address. A million gold for confirmed intel. Ten million if someone kills that bastard for me!”

“A million gold just for the address?”

NUK players instantly exploded.

Top players next to Kim Yong-jae were already breathing heavily, itching to hop a plane to the US.

Hearing that, Blank and the others immediately realized what was going on.

This bounty wasn’t meant for NUK players—it was bait to spark civil war inside the Godslayer coalition.

They were closest to Orgod. Naturally, they were the most likely to cash in.

“Damn, this tycoon’s nuts. No wonder he’s one of NUK’s top chaebol bosses.”

Madman muttered in amazement, eyes glinting.

Blank shot him a freezing look. “Tempted, are you?”

But before she even finished, someone jumped up from the crowd, hand raised high. “I know, I know! Pay up and I’ll give you the info right now!”

“Female Dorm God, what the hell is this supposed to mean?”

Blank nearly lost it, stunned that her own ditzy college roommate was the first to betray them for gold.

“Shit!!”

Blank was petrified on the spot. Bradley, the guild leader, slapped his thigh in exasperation and glared at Stewart like he’d eat him alive.

The rest of the Godslayer members? All staring at Stewart with envy.

These people…

Were they all idiots?

Blank was speechless. Even if someone desperately needed cash, with Godslayer’s current wealth, a million gold was pocket change. Why wouldn’t Orgod pay it himself?

“This is priceless. So this is the famous Godslayer Guild—selling out their own leader for gold. I’ve seen it all now!”

“Scum. Right now you’re slaughtering us because you’ve got stronger gear. Fine. Once Orgod’s dead, we’ll be waiting for the national war to start.”

Kim Yong-jae’s men practically orgasmed, finding it unbelievable this crew had beaten the NPC empire.

“I like your style. Let’s step aside and talk business.” Kim Yong-jae laughed in triumph.

“No need. I’ve got social anxiety. I’ll just stand here and say it.”

Stewart waved him off, then cackled, “BG City, 17th Street…”

Kim Yong-jae quickly dialed his people, terrified of being played. But the more he heard, the more stunned he became.

The details were absurdly precise—down to the building number, Orson’s bed, even which direction he liked to face when he slept.

“Insane!”

Godslayer members crowded around Stewart, showering him with praise.

Especially the assassin and knight captains, who started scheming to open betting pools and fleece this big fish.

“Boss, there really is a place like that. The lady was seen in BG City before she died. It’s probably legit.”

A nearby NUK player whispered, confirming the info.

Kim Yong-jae frowned. It almost felt too easy to get something this critical.

Still, for the sake of his chaebol’s reputation, he sent over the payment. Stewart happily pocketed the windfall.

“Ahem, everyone deserves a cut.”

Madman reached out, grinning wickedly. Stewart bolted a hundred meters away, terrified of being pickpocketed.

“You wouldn’t have scored that without us. C’mon, hand over the dividend.” Iron Cavalry laughed, egging him on.

“Whoever kills him for me—as you can see, money’s no object.” Kim Yong-jae boomed, all arrogance.

“You guys have all those White Tiger special forces, or that fancy Hidden Dragon intelligence agency. Why not send them?”

Madman urged Stewart to hand out red packets, mumbling without a care.

Blank’s eyes went wide. She instantly realized what these maniacs were doing.

They were stirring the pot on purpose, waiting to see Orson burn these fools alive.

Take the money, then watch them go die.

Just how rotten could they get?

Three dark lines popped up on Blank’s forehead. Her worries had been pointless.

Even without Orson, the villa was heavily guarded. Any so-called assassins would just be walking into their own execution.

Still, with Orson busy elsewhere, she didn’t want new problems cropping up.

Her expression hardened with resolve.

She was the one who’d killed Pokpung. She couldn’t keep hiding behind that man and pretending nothing had happened.

A flash of icy light crossed Blank’s eyes. “Save your trouble. Pokpung was my kill. If you’re unhappy, I’ll come to NUK myself.”

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