Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Chapter 675: 675: The Rise Before the Fall

“A Titan-world adventurer, are you ready?”

Orson’s thoughts cleared. His gaze was calm as still water as he looked toward Endless Rift.

He took a single step forward—just one—and within a hundred kilometers, the elemental forces raged out of control, all drawn toward him like moths to flame.

Endless Rift clutched his war spear tightly, his granite-like body trembling. His singular eye was filled with disbelief.

The presence Orson exuded—divine in every sense—was indescribable. It crushed down on him like a radiant galactic storm.

Endless Rift inhaled sharply. He understood immediately.

This was divine will.

Even as a bloodthirsty Titan King, all he could do was bow, trembling, before the descent of a true god…

Or die. Without question.

“I…”

Cold sweat streamed down Endless Rift’s back—only to instantly evaporate from the sheer intensity of his own blood-qi. The effect made him appear strangely majestic.

“Is this the Titan world’s so-called ’battle aura’? Not bad.”

Orson gave a completely serious critique.

Endless Rift nearly fell to his knees on the spot. He couldn’t tell if Orson was mocking him or sincerely acknowledging him as a worthy opponent.

But this was a living god.

When Endless Rift had begun his journey across the stars, the Titan world—larger and more populated than Blue Star—had only ever produced twelve god-tier adventurers.

Each had stood by the gods themselves, fighting across the galaxy’s endless warzones.

And even they had needed centuries to reach godhood.

But this man… this human…

How was it possible?

The Abyss hadn’t even appeared yet. Infinite Dimensions had only opened less than a year ago.

Yet he had already become a god-tier adventurer!

Across the galaxy’s many worlds, there were rare instances of prodigies born under the shadow of a High God—”divine children” with absurd backgrounds.

But even among them, reaching this point was practically unheard of.

Endless Rift wanted to scream. He had waited nearly a thousand years for Infinite Dimensions to awaken on Blue Star… only to run into a walking cheat code?

He remembered old records, buried in forgotten ruins across Blue Star.

Some claimed that in a long-lost trial era, the gods of the galaxy had been slaughtered here.

He’d always dismissed that as exaggerated nonsense from the deluded masses.

God-tier adventurers were already borderline omnipotent. How could real gods fall to primitives from this backwater planet?

“I admire your composure. As expected of a Titan.”

Orson smiled faintly.

Endless Rift blinked. Was that… praise?

But Orson’s next words made his heart drop.

“Shame. You’re going to die soon.”

The Titan’s aura flared—almost instinctively—as if trying to preserve some shred of pride.

Orson nodded slightly, finally giving the giant his due.

“You’ve earned my respect, Endless Rift.”

His voice boomed like thunder. The sheer power behind his words sent nearby adventurers crashing to the ground, unable to withstand the weight of those divine eyes.

Orson inhaled deeply. Out of respect for this worthy opponent, he decided to dump all 110,000 unspent stat points in one go.

Then he’d activate [Supreme Firepower], and give the Titan a battle worth remembering.

“I-I-I don’t need your respect!” Endless Rift panicked, frantically waving his hands and shaking his head like a bobblehead.

“Is my strength too low to make you go all out?” Orson frowned.

“No! I, Endless Rift… I will serve you for a hundred years!”

Endless Rift saw Orson’s killing intent flare. Though fierce and proud, he was no fool—after all, he had evaded the eyes of the Grey Watchers for so long.

“I’ve already struck a pose. Can’t we just fight?” Orson muttered in frustration.

He was overflowing with power now—desperate for a worthy opponent to help him stabilize the god-level strength that exceeded even his own control.

But no adventurer left in the merged world could stand against him. Only the Grey Watchers, those rogue anomalies, might qualify.

Suddenly, Endless Rift dove into a dramatic knee-slide, scraping twin trails into the ground.

“…What are you doing?” Orson blinked.

Sienna covered her mouth to stifle a laugh. Aeloria scoffed coldly. “Cowardice, from a lesser species.”

Endless Rift dropped his weapons, raised his hands, and bowed deeply before Orson.

“If you can return me to Titan Prime, I will serve you for five hundred years, not just one!”

He knelt solemnly, forehead pressed to the earth.

Orson stood frozen, jaw clenched, unsure how to respond.

“Our god… he kneeled before Orgod?”

“This can’t be real. God, is this the champion You sent?”

“All hail Orson! All adventurers of the Maple Nation Snow Wolf Guild pledge ourselves to you!”

Millions of adventurers and civilians alike felt their world spinning.

The man they had seen as a savior was now bowing like a lapdog.

It was surreal. But it was reality.

Some smart guild leaders already started surrendering en masse.

Parlenzo had joined the Godslayer Guild, after all. Aligning themselves with Orson wasn’t shameful—it was just smart politics.

“So boring.”

Orson sighed. Endless Rift didn’t give him a chance to decline—he signed the adventurer’s oath immediately.

Though Blue Star and Titan systems weren’t fully compatible, the foundational divine laws ensured that the contract held.

“Time’s short. The other warzones should be wrapping up by now.”

Sienna nodded. “The coalition is already on its way back. They met heavy resistance invading the other warzones—lost a lot of equipment and gear—but nothing we couldn’t handle.”

“As long as Doghead’s still around, we’re fine.”

Thanks to the World Tree, all allies bound to the Godslayer Guild could revive, even if they fell in battle.

As for lost equipment? Orson couldn’t care less.

Sixteen enemy warzones had already been demolished. Only scattered resistance remained.

And now, with a single command, Orson could have the top guilds from every zone send their finest gear and materials without protest.

Life or loot? He was confident they’d pick wisely.

Sienna’s expression darkened. “Bad news. Dragon’s Kiss coalition was nearly wiped out. Huge losses. But… they did take the IND zone.”

“Tanked nukes head-on…”

Orson’s expression grew complicated.

He admired Usher’s resolve, but was surprised by the man’s change.

The Usher he remembered would have slaughtered millions without blinking if it suited his goals.

“Should we link them to the World Tree?” Sienna asked cautiously. She knew how deep the grudge between them went.

“He’d refuse.”

Orson chuckled. “That man would rather die than kneel. He’s a born king. He won’t accept being a pawn of Godslayer.”

Orson wasn’t some benevolent saint, either.

The World Tree only allowed a limited number of revivals. No need to waste it on potential enemies.

Sienna continued calmly. “Demon Emperor, ShatteredCrown, and Magical Fiancée were planning to deploy to the Australian warzone. I stopped them.”

“Good call.”

Crushing enemy governments weakened their adventurers too. Picking a fight with the NR Warzone wasn’t worth it.

The burden of defending Blue Star from the Heaven Demons didn’t fall on the US alone.

Without trustworthy allies, even Orson would be overwhelmed eventually.

“Lord Orgod… I don’t think it’s necessary…”

Endless Rift spoke up hesitantly.

“Oh? You sound like you’ve got insight,” Orson sighed.

The Titan had once again donned the black cloak of the Astrologer and stuck to Orson like glue, as if afraid he might vanish.

It was like Orson owed him a billion gold.

“Weaklings should die and free up resources for the strong. That’s how all worlds in the galaxy operate.”

Orson’s eyes narrowed. He smirked. “So you think I’m strong?”

Endless Rift nodded furiously, shaking like a leaf. “Of course.”

“Then if I kill you… am I saving resources?”

The question shut him up instantly.

Orson shook his head, not pressing further.

Instead, he said meaningfully, “The weak won’t always be weak. And the strong won’t always stay strong. The greater the rise, the harder the fall. I can’t avoid that truth. And neither can the gods… or the Heaven Demons.”

Endless Rift’s eyes widened. He was shaken—deeply—and bowed his head, ashamed.

Just then, a global announcement popped up—expected, but no less chilling.

Global Warzone Announcement:

All adventurers, be advised: The Abyss will appear in 30 minutes at UJ Warzone, Coordinates 126.117.

The great catastrophe of the fused world is imminent. Gather your courage, eliminate all threats. The gods are watching—and they will bless the brave.

Orson and Sienna locked eyes.

Neither had to speak.

No matter how dominant they became in this internal struggle…

The real threat had always been the Heaven Demons.

Sienna immediately activated a fixed-point teleport scroll. A portal shimmered to life before them.

Without hesitation, the two vanished, returning to the Celestial Fortress.