Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Chapter 668: 668: No, You’re Not a Decoy

“Fuck,it’s her—Blank!!”

Trevor, the guild master of Black Dragon, was visibly shaken. The moment he saw the iconic twin-tails disappear to reveal her true ID, the renowned first assassin of Maple Nation felt a chill run through him.

The name “Blank” needed no introduction—it was a legend among high-tier rogues.

Especially after the world merge began, she had received what could only be described as an epic-level upgrade. Not through raw stats, but through the skill: Lethal Strike.

The most talented assassin in Bruce Family history, she had an innate ability to pinpoint weaknesses. The extravagant armor worn by wealthy adventurers? Rendered useless before her blade.

“Is this how the President treats his guests?” Orson asked casually, as his Grip of the Underworld flung a metal Dragon Knight aside. With a swift Judgment Flame, he forced a King-class rogue to retreat.

“Suppress him! His power is not normal!” the burning rogue growled.

He activated his King’s Authority, turning ethereal for a brief period—no cooldowns on stealth skills, full immunity to debuffs.

“King’s Authority—Metal Tempest!”

“King’s Authority—Curse Breaker!”

“King’s Authority—Dragon’s Roar!”

…

Eight Kings responded at once, glowing like blazing suns as divine energy exploded around them.

“My lord, eternal in heaven and earth, may all bow before you!”

Aeloria let out a snort of disdain and shifted into her dragon form, her majestic body exuding deathly energy from the Underworld.

“King’s Authority.”

Orson lowered his gaze, cold and focused.

“Death’s Disdain.”

“What?! He’s devouring law force—how’s that even possible?!”

In an instant, all eight Kings recoiled in shock as the power they unleashed was sucked away like sunlight swallowed by an eclipse.

A storm of black mist descended, forming a scythe-shaped aura—Death himself had come.

“Awakening: Frostbound Prison.”

As Orson murmured, ice armor enveloped his body. The violet glow of the Demon God’s Banner faded entirely, and the guild experts controlling it froze in place.

With a shattering crack, they crumbled into icy shards, vanishing into the wind.

The Demon God’s Banner was destroyed.

The adventurers of Maple Nation instantly lost formation. Some wanted to charge forward, but the president’s life now rested under Blank’s blade.

Yet to miss this chance to kill Orgod… would mean death anyway.

“I grieve for fallen adventurers, but not for you.”

Orson’s voice was calm and cruel as he leapt skyward with Sienna in tow. His Chaos Magic Balls rained down like quicksilver.

You have slain Kraken, the Metal Dragon King. EXP +400,000,000.

Adventurer Merit +1,500,000.

Already on the brink of death, the metal dragon burst into pieces. Its rider screamed in fury, only to have Quarla lunge in and bite off both his arms.

Clang!

Sparks flew. Orson switched instantly to his Doomsday Sword form. His eyes locked coldly onto the rogue King, targeted precisely by the Frostbound Prison effect.

Whisssh!

“Awakening Skill: Heavenfrost Strike!”

A flash of blue light surged from the Supreme Arcane Blade. The blade, infused with the frost prison’s awakening power, struck like lightning.

The tip brushed the rogue’s shoulder—and that was enough.

Spikes of ice burst from his body. Limbs began to freeze. All skills except Forbidden Curses now had doubled cooldowns.

In desperation, the rogue chopped off his own arm and leg.

Lethal Strike -48,000,000!

“Trying to run? Too late.”

Orson sneered and kicked the rogue off the sky platform, slamming him into the ground below. Chaos Magic Balls followed, homing in with the God-Emperor Earrings.

The rogue King of Maple Nation—dead.

One against eight. And in the blink of an eye, two Kings had fallen. The pressure was overwhelming.

“This guy’s not human… Infinite Dimensions Kings are supposed to be untouchable!”

“I’m way out of my league…”

Below, Windchaser whispered in horror. His teammates had all died—he was the last one standing.

“Thanks, bro.”

Orson gave the black-skinned adventurer a smile and let him go.

Windchaser swallowed hard. His face turned pale—he ran. Fast.

Every Maple Nation adventurer now looked terrified. To them, the Kings of Infinite Dimensions were the apex of combat—nearly invincible NPCs.

They were intelligent, strategic, and stronger than bosses. Even top guilds struggled to hurt them.

But now? Six Kings stood paralyzed with fear. Orson, with Quarla and Aeloria by his side, radiated such pressure that no one dared move.

Orson casually strolled toward Parlenzo. Tens of thousands of adventurers instinctively backed away, their legs trembling.

“Come on, keep fighting! You all ganged up on me earlier. Now my backup’s here, and you’re scared?”

Madman cackled, savoring the moment. These people had killed too many of his brothers—he wasn’t going to pass up a little humiliation.

“Pull back! If this goes bad, we surrender.”

“Yes! The noble Americans treat captives with respect. History proves it! They won’t slaughter the innocent.”

The Maple Nation adventurers quickly reached a consensus.

They quietly pulled away from Parlenzo. No one was going to die for some president—not when survival was on the line.

Resurrection? Don’t joke. Whoever tried casting that spell would be the first to die.

“You’re provoking nuclear war! You want to watch the world burn?!” Parlenzo barked, trying to act tough.

“I don’t want to see that,” Orson said coolly.

“Then leave!”

Parlenzo’s tone gained confidence. He mistook Orson’s calm for fear.

“Let me go, and we’ll call it a misunderstanding.”

Orson smiled and continued walking forward. He glanced at the top guild leaders around them.

“What do you think?”

Trevor and the others flinched. Sweat beaded on their foreheads.

Finally, Trevor caved. “We won’t tolerate disruption of the merged world’s balance.”

“See? Smart people. What about you, Mister President?”

Orson’s eyes glinted as he grabbed Parlenzo by the head.

“I… I’m not the president! I’m just a body double! Please don’t kill me!”

Parlenzo deflated like a popped balloon, immediately surrendering.

Orson narrowed his eyes and used Ancient Sage’s Eye to inspect the throne Parlenzo had used earlier.

It was now broken—its base blown open, currently unusable.

“A Divine Item from the Ancient Era…”

Orson was surprised.

The item was called Seven Thrones of Dominion—a compound divine relic made up of seven identical thrones.

Effect: Grants command over one-seventh of the Empire’s military forces.

It was this throne that had allowed “Parlenzo” to issue orders to the eight Kings.

“I swear on the name of God—I’m no one important! My real ID is SteelWolf! I just made my character look like the president as a prank… Then they picked me to be the stand-in!”

The man trembled, his disguise now fully dissolved.

Orson frowned. Yep—just a fraud.

“No. You’re not a decoy.”

Suddenly, Sienna leapt off Aeloria’s back and tilted her head with a mischievous smile.

“If my brother says you’re the leader of the world’s most powerful nation… then you are.”