Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Chapter 691: 691: But That’s All in the Past Now

“Awakening: Hurricane Spear.”

“Awakening: Grip of the Underworld.”

“Awakening: Judgment Flame.”

“…”

Suddenly, a cold and domineering voice shattered Zorro’s illusion.

“Water-type damage reduction?”

“Bonus damage immunity?”

Zorro was stunned by the system notifications. He stared up into the sky, but the divine-tier beast was already gone.

Only one figure floated silently within the swirling mist of chaos.

Like a newly born deity emerging from the void, his presence carried an eerie aura far removed from ordinary adventurers.

“A new god of the Banks! I’ve witnessed the descent of a god upon the Galaxy World!”

“We’re the true chosen adventurers!”

Redlion, Mabubu, and the rest of the adventurers were all stunned as they turned to look.

Moments ago, they were still hesitant to fight against the invading adventurer army—now, as if injected with adrenaline, they charged forward, shouting like madmen.

“What the hell’s wrong with them? Just now they were about to retreat—now they’re charging in like lunatics.”

Madman cursed as Quarla twisted her body and opened a path straight into the enemy formation.

These guys didn’t fear death anymore, throwing themselves into close combat with everything they had. Combat skills and magic exploded in every direction. Though small in number, their morale surged to terrifying levels.

“Every Infinite Dimensions world in the Galaxy should be ruled by adventurers! Crush all enemies in our way!” Orson declared loudly.

He casually tossed out a massive wave of shimmering lights—over 4,000 bottles of Rootless Water, along with a huge stash of legendary-grade gear and accessories.

“This is true divine blessing! Gods are protecting us, plain as day!” Redlion caught a bottle of holy relic and was instantly ecstatic.

Each person got one, like they were handing them out for free. For adventurers from the outer zones of the Galaxy, who rarely got to enjoy such blessings, this was beyond their wildest dreams.

Zorro and his companions watched in horror.

“Such precious items, handed out like candy? He… is he some kind of divine child?!”

Redlion shot up into the air, transforming into a fearsome crimson tiger cloaked in might.

His body was clad in level-80 legendary armor, his sword had morphed into dark gold claws, and his already impressive stats exploded.

Compared to those distant, unreachable gods, the one before them was the real thing.

After Godslayer Guild swept through Earth’s warzones, the last thing they lacked was high-level, top-tier equipment.

Most of it was incomplete sets, but to alien adventurers from destroyed main worlds with barely any way to farm items, this was an SSR-grade treasure trove they simply couldn’t refuse.

Orson remained calm. The carrot-and-stick approach worked on adventurers from any world.

With the Ignarion adventurers joining the fray, the previously balanced standoff was broken.

“Who dares challenge us? Come face me!”

Drunken Dream laughed loudly, his pressure suddenly lifted as he rode Denoka deep into enemy lines.

With Lilith and Wedge, two powerhouse healers, backing him up, Drunken Dream tore through the front like a one-man army.

His massive health pool and shield stacks formed an unbreakable wall that tanked nearly all incoming damage.

Bradley unleashed his lightning, following up with explosive, mountain-splitting strikes. His elemental sword sliced through the battlefield, spraying blood and limbs in a gruesome display of raw power.

In the backline, Usher was playing dirty.

Two Hell Golems launched a barrage of arrows like a storm, tearing through the enemy’s rear guard. Corpses and bloody craters were left in their wake as they punched holes in the enemy formation.

“I want a world with no gods, no demons. Will you let me have it?” Orson’s voice rang out, soft yet laced with killing intent.

The city lords, including Zorro, shivered.

Even when facing the transcendent members of the Grey Watchers, they had never been this afraid.

“This is…”

The adventurers bound to the Kraken sea witch felt their souls tremble.

As Orson raised the Supreme Arcane Blade, the entire Abyss quaked violently in response.

Countless magical elements surged toward him, converging into a blinding sun that hovered in the sky, its radiant light illuminating every corner of the Abyss.

“Six-Class Chaos Fusion.”

Orson opened his eyes. Twin beams of divine light pierced into the hearts of every adventurer present.

“Fusion failed!”

“Fusion failure penalty: skill cooldown increased!”

But just as the tension reached its peak, Orson let out a light “Hmm?” and the immense magical pressure vanished like a receding tide.

“Still too low of a chance? Aunt Tiamat, you’re killing me here.”

Orson sighed, thinking of the cryptic advice left by the Goddess of Chaos. He had believed her—maybe too much.

She told him not to worry about the fusion rate. But no matter how focused he stayed, that moment of arcane enlightenment was as fleeting as lightning.

The success rate of fusing six A-grade awakening spells was less than 1%.

Even when successful, it only boosted the next attempt’s chance by a single percentage point.

Trying to avoid failure at a crucial moment? Nearly impossible.

“Skill activation failed… Hahaha! I knew it! No matter how strong he is, he’s not invincible!”

Zorro broke out in a cold sweat, forcing out laughter to hide his fear. Deep down, he was relieved—this guy hadn’t yet reached the level where he had to kneel.

“Forbidden Magic!”

Zorro’s lips curled in a chilling smirk. His iron whip lashed through the air with a loud crack, as if tearing open a gateway to another world.

“Domain of Darkwater!”

Zorro roared, unleashing a massive surge of water energy that engulfed everything within a 10-kilometer radius—his strongest water-type Forbidden Curse.

“SS-grade Forbidden Curse incoming—watch out!” Madman’s face turned pale as he shouted.

“Not good. Too fast—I can’t teleport with my spatial skills!”

Drunken Dream frowned. Their enemies were adventurers too—not NPCs who needed to chant long incantations. There was no time to counter.

A massive black waterspout formed at the center of the battlefield.

Several scattered adventurers were caught up in it and shredded into dust in mere seconds.

“Not quite awakened Forbidden-level, but damn close,” Wedge muttered darkly.

“I owe you one—I’m paying it back now.”

Wedge glanced at Orson, then clenched her teeth and charged in on her Holy Silver Dragon without hesitation.

Orson understood her intent—she planned to trade her own death to gain a powerful buff from the level-loss mechanic, then use her S-grade exclusive spell to forcibly disperse the Forbidden Curse mid-cast.

“No. You’ll always owe me.” Orson said with a sudden, almost teasing smile.

Wedge’s charge faltered. “What? Water-type Forbidden Magic is no joke! Even if you revive, they’ll all be dead!”

She glanced at the Ignarion adventurers charging with Orson, brainwashed and unafraid.

“I don’t need your concern.” Orson said coolly.

Hearing that familiar tone, Wedge was momentarily stunned.

In her mind, the image of a quiet, defiant genius teen surfaced—the one who never followed her commands.

The one she resented.

The one she hated.

But that was all in the past now.

“Don’t forget—we had the strength to win the world championship. You were the captain.”

Orson smiled gently. Wedge was the type who would never admit fault easily.

But even she couldn’t deny it—

It was her selfishness that led to the disbandment of the SSR Club.

For Orson, those days weren’t exactly fond memories—but they often haunted his dreams.

His innate talent and relentless honing of skill once put him under the spotlight, worshipped by millions.

Only to fall from grace, hated and abandoned.

Because he had once reached the peak—he knew how far one could fall.

And that forged the current ceiling of Infinite Dimensions—Orgod.

Orson stood at the center of the watery vortex, letting the terrifying currents rip through his body.

His HP plummeted by the millions every second, but he didn’t move an inch.

He clenched his fist around the Supreme Arcane Blade as a sense of divine control surged through him.

Then roared, “Supreme Firepower!”

At that moment, everyone’s heart skipped a beat as an overwhelming pressure blanketed the battlefield.

“What the hell is that!?”

Bradley stared in shock at the black hurricane—six elemental gods appeared within it, each radiating terrifying presence.

A towering earth god with mountain-sized limbs.

A blazing fire god bathed in flames.

A water goddess wearing a crystalline crown.

A dark element god with a cold, regal face.

A light god, nearly translucent, radiating holy brilliance.

And finally, a thunder god whose entire body crackled with energy.

Each elemental god was solid, not just a projection, glowing with their unique elemental light.

“What kind of King’s Authority is this…”

Zorro stared at the unfolding scene in disbelief.

“You’re mistaken. This isn’t a king’s domain—it’s the realm of the gods.”

Orson’s voice slammed down like a divine verdict, stirring shock in every adventurer.

Divine Realm—where all sub-S skills have zero cooldown, and cast times are eliminated.

“Divine… Realm…”

Zorro stood frozen. That was a power only true gods of the Nine Cities could wield.

And now it appeared… in the hands of an Earth barbarian?

Impossible.

Awakening: Judgment Flame!

Awakening: Tidal Chains of Damnation!

Awakening…

Orson willed it, and the elemental gods responded.

Light erupted once again, forming a new wave of elemental fury.

Fusion failed!

The elemental energy faded again.

“Again!”

He didn’t stop smiling.

If luck wasn’t enough, and the fusion rate was too low—

Then why not let the elemental gods spam the spell under Supreme Firepower?

No cooldowns. No cast times.

One fusion fail?

Then try ten.

Ten not enough? Screw it—try ten thousand times!

As long as he was within Divine Realm, he could endlessly abuse the glitch and force the six-class Chaos Magic to hit 100% fusion!