Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Orson’s eyes locked on his status bar—Spatial Ripple’s movement speed debuff had dropped to 49%. He flexed his fingers slightly.

“It’s still sluggish, but every time he charges up one of his destructive skills, there’s a delay. I can work with this.” Orson analyzed calmly.

The SS-rank Holy Aegis Aura wasn’t as oppressive as the assassination skill used by the Light Spirit King, which instantly annihilated the Flame Spirit King.

But the persistent buff was deadly: anyone below one billion HP could be executed with a single blow.

“Die!”

Misius roared, his elemental blade gleaming with lethal intent as it cut straight for Orson’s throat.

“Elf Queen’s Statue!”

Orson’s gaze sharpened. A glowing artifact appeared before him, radiating a gentle, hazy light—floating as a protective barrier.

Invincible!

Boom!

Misius’ sword bounced harmlessly off the shield, sending him staggering several steps backward.

“OMG! He pulled out an invincibility artifact!”

“This is absurd. Orgod, open the damn door already! How many freaking lifesaving items does this guy have?!”

“He keeps dancing between life and death! My heart can’t take this!”

The Infinite Dimensions livestream chat exploded. SirLagsALot and the other pro commentators simply stared, speechless.

“Orgod… always manages to ‘resurrect’ at the brink of despair. It means he prepared meticulously before ever challenging the gods.”

The female commentator broke the silence with awkward professionalism, though every description now felt painfully inadequate.

Each time they thought Orgod would finally fall, he pulled another ace from his sleeve.

It felt like he was hellbent not just on fighting Misius—but on mentally torturing the Wise Angel to death.

“Surrender and lose half?”

Orson’s elven wings unfurled behind him as he repeated his earlier words.

This time, everyone finally realized—it wasn’t weakness. It was mockery.

He was taunting Misius.

“BASTARD!”

Misius’ expression turned ghastly pale. Memories he had long buried surged forth.

It was painfully familiar. Back in the “1v1 Star Chalice Arena” during the Era of Immortals, he had entered the tournament full of arrogance.

Hundreds of leaderboard champions fought for the top rank—the victor would be chosen by a god.

Misius had faced that infamous man from the US.

Curious about his Roman heritage, the American’s first words had been, “Surrender, and we can be friends.”

Friends?

Misius took it as an insult. He had drawn his sword, determined to show the Roman War God’s might.

The result was catastrophic. That single match crushed his ambition, shattered his pride, and made him a laughingstock.

Yet fortune smiled on him—he was chosen by the Goddess of Aurora, inducted into the Grey Watchers, and granted immortality.

He had watched as that same man later led the Celestial Trial challengers in a hopeless rebellion against the gods, ultimately perishing.

And now, this new man before him—the spitting image of BlazeKing—had dragged him right back into that old nightmare.

“My terms are simple,” Orson said calmly. “You almost killed me—I can overlook that. You return to your Celestial Kingdom, and I continue doing what I’m doing. Deal?”

“YOU DIE HERE, PUPPET!”

Misius erupted in fury. His handsome features twisted as he activated Holy Aegis Aura once more.

This time, his target was the Elf Queen’s Statue.

“Shit, this bastard’s getting smart. Artifacts don’t have health bars… or do they?”

Madman’s heart sank. If the artifact broke, Orson’s invincibility would vanish.

“Artifacts can break when overloaded,” Orson clarified, sending a chill through everyone.

If indestructible, Infinite Dimensions wouldn’t have so many shattered artifacts and Divine Items scattered across its lore.

Artifacts like the Celestial Fortress could endure 4 billion HP worth of damage.

Personal relics like the Elf Queen’s Statue? Only tens of millions—far less.

“But that’s not important,” Orson smirked. “What matters is—the fish has taken the bait.”

Before anyone could react, Orson casually tossed the Elf Queen’s Statue toward Misius.

Misius, caught off guard, instinctively swung his fully charged sword.

Crack!

The restored artifact shattered into pieces. Orson’s wings vanished, his invincibility stripped.

Holy Aegis Aura!

“The end has come. You dared defy the gods, vermin!”

Misius sneered, entering his charge-up phase. In his eyes, Orson was as good as dead.

“Is that so?”

Orson’s lips curled into a smile as golden light pulsed across his body.

A dark-gold skeletal mask materialized across his face.

Doomblade!

Misius frowned, momentarily surprised by the dual-class reveal.

But he remained confident. With 90% damage reduction still active, he could withstand any skill.

“Awakening: Heavenly Fire Slash!”

Orson roared, forcing himself forward despite the movement debuff.

Misius scoffed, raising his blade. “An A-rank skill? Laughable.”

But at the last moment, Orson’s hand shifted—the Supreme Arcane Blade vanished.

Instead, he delivered a resounding slap across Misius’ face.

SMACK!

Critical hit: -20,000!

The slap rang out with stunning clarity. Misius stumbled, cheeks flushed bright red.

The battlefield froze.

“Holy shit… Orgod’s insane! He’d rather humiliate a god than lose?!”

Misius stood dumbfounded. This wasn’t just humiliation—it shattered his divine pride.

A god, slapped across the face by a mortal?

Shaking with rage, Misius roared, his holy light piercing the heavens:

“No matter how many times you revive—even if I lose my laws—I WILL SLAUGHTER YOU!”

“You’ve lost that chance,” Orson said coolly, grabbing Misius by the hair and flipping behind him.

At that instant, Holy Aegis Aura finished charging.

Misius swung his blade, its radiance splitting the air.

Yet Orson raised a new weapon—thin as a cicada’s wing, glowing faintly gold.

“What weapon is that?”

Everyone stared in disbelief. Why would Orson suddenly swap weapons? Could it be stronger than even an unsealed Artifact?

From beneath rubble, Alexander struggled to stand and roared:

“Kill him, Captain!!”

“God-Slaying Sword!”

Misius screamed, an unfamiliar yet deeply feared sensation welling up inside him—death.

This was the very God-Slaying Sword that Alexander, Wedge, and others had painstakingly assembled.

“As a former player, you should know: never relax before your opponent falls,” Orson whispered coldly.

“You are nothing but a foolish coward.”

Without hesitation, he thrust the blade straight into Misius’ heart.

Blood sprayed.

The God-Slaying Sword flared with brilliant golden light, annihilating even divine dignity itself.

One strike shattered his law and sealed his skills.

Spatial Ripple: disabled.

Movement debuff: gone.

“No!!!”

Misius’ eyes filled with terror.

For beings like him, losing their law meant death.

“If the end of time is hell, I’ll drag you down with me!”

Misius roared in hatred, locking both hands around Orson’s throat.

Critical hit: -10 million!

Critical hit: -10 million!

Even as his health drained rapidly, Orson stood firm, unshaken.

“Or,” he whispered, “what if I am hell?”

Misius froze. His will crumbled in an instant.

Holy light began dissolving from his body. His flawless angelic flesh rapidly aged; his golden hair faded, withering like dry straw.

But he refused to release Orson’s neck.

Crash!

Orson coldly yanked the God-Slaying Sword free and swung again, golden light showering around them.

Misius’ angelic form disintegrated, leaving only his upper half.

Level drastically reduced!

Level reduced to 1!

With his laws destroyed, his godly body shrank to that of a fragile child—yet his face withered like a skeletal corpse.

“This is just the beginning. Anyone who interferes will meet the same fate.”

Orson’s icy voice echoed across the world.

His words spread through global broadcasts, heard across all 77 Infinite Dimensions realms.

He had declared war on every so-called god across Infinite Dimensions.

With that final declaration, Orson swung the God-Slaying Sword for the third time.

The fall of a god!

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