Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

In less than two days, the Godslayer coalition had “paid friendly visits” to numerous Infinite Dimensions worlds.

They witnessed sights utterly different from the US Infinite Dimensions, and their conquering feet trampled across countless other regions.

At first, there were still large groups of players banding together to resist.

But as the campaigns wore on, the will of these players to fight was battered to tatters by relentless waves of magic.

It wasn’t exactly unjust—these were the same people who’d once crowned themselves kings over piles of Light Dragon Empire NPC corpses. It was only fitting they be slaughtered and plundered in turn.

“Demon Emperor defied the odds, killing Mexico’s S-rank hidden-class overlord Santiago, utterly breaking his spirit and shaking the entire Infinite Dimensions region!”

“Sword God Alexander suddenly appeared in the coalition ranks, taking down Russia’s sword technique master Alexei, wielder of the Tsar’s Edge—thus extending the legend of Sword God Unmatched’s style!”

“Drunken Dream ravaged Gaul, with his beast Denoka devouring five dragons in one gulp, shaking the heavens!”

“Godslayer’s new guild leader Money Traveler fused with his dragon and stopped ten thousand troops alone, forcing the arrogant Italians to hand over their Tithe!”

“And the God Thief Madman actually snuck into the Australian region’s top female-led guild estate by himself, stripping them bare—netting two Forbidden Magic items and a full set of legendary gear!”

…

These past two days, the Infinite Dimensions official forums were in a frenzy, front-line battle reports rolling in nonstop.

Each one carried the weight of a WORLD ANNOUNCEMENT. Just a few words showed players everywhere that this bunch was beyond monstrous.

Their brutality made every US player so excited they couldn’t sleep.

“Thrilled” didn’t even begin to cover it!

Faced with such an overwhelming power gap, any resistance seemed utterly pointless.

Some regions tried copying NUK’s strategy—players logging off in droves to protest, hoping to pressure the US.

Obviously, it was like stones sinking into the sea. No effect at all.

But among these twelve Infinite Dimensions conquests, one region’s reaction left hundreds of millions of US players utterly dumbfounded.

Especially those newbies who’d just gotten their helmets and entered the world—it all felt like a dream.

When Bradley and a handful of envoys set foot in the UJ region, they were greeted by all the major guild leaders with overwhelming hospitality.

Magic fireworks, each shot worth over a thousand gold, lit up the sky non-stop for four or five hours, like some grand victory festival.

This made NUK players—one of UJ’s allies—so jealous their eyes practically turned green.

Sakura District, tavern.

“There are still a few countries with real guts. We’ve wiped them out again and again, and they still refuse to pay tribute. Hope they keep that same energy once the national wars start.”

Iron Cavalry gnawed on a drumstick handed to him by a UJ girl, then looked at Bradley, leaving the next decision to him.

“So… with the time limit Orson gave us, we’ve got another day. Should we roll over a few more regions?”

“Give it a little longer. The situation will change,” Blank said coldly.

“What’s that supposed to mean? Waiting for the national wars?” Madman frowned, sensing hidden meaning.

Everyone turned to Blank, waiting for more.

But Blank’s delicate brows drew together. After a moment’s thought, she sighed. “If he didn’t tell you, it means he has his reasons. I won’t interfere.”

With that, she set down her mug and got up to leave.

Naoko blinked, then quickly stood to follow. “Wait, Miss Blank, can we talk?”

Blank turned, her face betraying a strange flicker before she forced calm. “What is it?”

Naoko smiled sweetly, holy light swirling around her as she gripped her staff. “The other priests are terrified of you. But I’m not.”

“Get to the point.” Blank was as terse and frosty as ever.

Especially after hearing all those rumors about this woman and that man—she felt profoundly uneasy. It was partly why she wanted to leave so quickly.

Naoko: “You and him… is it serious?”

“Serious? I don’t know what you’re talking about.”

A faint panic flashed across Blank’s pretty face. She tried hard to hide it, but Naoko saw right through her.

“Do you love him?”

“Do you adore Orson-kun the way I do?”

Naoko’s soft smile was like blades of light, each question stabbing right into Blank’s heart.

“…”

Blank’s breathing grew ragged. She opened her mouth but couldn’t speak, finally answering through action instead.

In a flash, a gleaming dagger was at Naoko’s throat. Blank whispered coldly in her ear, “Summon your serpent, and you’ll die a thousand times before it can help you.”

“You’re nervous. I’m just asking, as an ally.” Naoko was unfazed, giggling lightly.

“I have no fondness for you. Your guild may be allied with Godslayer, but Slaughter Guild has never once worked with you.”

Blank bit down hard, suppressing the urge to kill.

“That doesn’t matter.”

Naoko just kept smiling, her sly eyes reading Blank like an open book.

Unlike Naoko’s layered cunning, Blank’s every thought showed on her delicate face. It was laughably easy to see through her.

Naoko: “I’d do anything for him. Could you? If not, please step aside.”

“That’s none of your concern!”

Blank’s grip on her dagger tightened—then finally slackened. She shoved Naoko away.

The S-rank hidden-class Naoko fell back like a boneless doll, lightly landing on the ground. But her beautiful eyes never left Blank.

“What’s going on here?”

Ishinaka, Takeda Isamu and others burst from the tavern just then, catching this scene and glaring furiously at Blank.

Naoko was UJ’s strongest asset. Naturally, this riled up nearby UJ players, and the mood instantly grew tense.

“Whoa, whoa—two gorgeous ladies, no need for this! Sit down, have a drink, don’t ruin the vibe.”

Madman jumped in with a goofy laugh, trying to play peacemaker.

Ruby quickly yanked his ear, hissing, “Stop screeching. Something’s off—pretty sure they’re fighting over a man.”

“What? For real… oh, oh, got it!”

Madman finally caught on, snapping his mouth shut, cursing Orson under his breath for having such ridiculous luck with women.

Jealousy burned Madman up inside.

Bradley and Demon Emperor didn’t say a word. Honestly, what could they even say?

“You…”

Seeing this, Blank let out a laugh that was half amused, half exasperated. She brushed aside her bangs—this ruthless little psychological war had truly opened her eyes.

Naoko gave a smug little laugh. “Tell me I’m wrong.”

Blank drew a long breath. For the first time in her life, she realized just how complicated and cunning a battle between two women could be.

Her mood slowly steadied. Looking at the triumphant Naoko, her lips curled into a smile with tiny dimples.

If the enemy chose ruthlessness, she wouldn’t hesitate to respond in kind.

Blank’s red lips parted. Even before she spoke, there was already an air of total victory.

She smiled and said, “I’d do anything for our child. If you can’t match that, then please stop pestering me.”

“What!?”

“Huh? Blank’s pregnant? With Orson’s kid?!”

The tavern exploded. Naoko, once so radiant, was struck dumb on the spot…

The scorching fire of love, doused and frozen by a single sentence!

Madman: “WTF, damn you Orson—when did this happen!”

Bradley stood frozen, mumbling, “Holy shit… my god… our Orson is insane!”

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