Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

“…you really are ruthless.”

Snow Dream’s eyes widened slightly in shock. A faint red line traced across her chest where her heart had been run through. Blood slowly welled up and trickled down.

“City lord’s wife… holy shit, that was brutal! One shot kill!”

“That dagger work—I couldn’t even follow it. That’s next-level speed!”

The onlookers gaped. To them, this mysterious woman seemed practically invincible. And yet she hadn’t even gotten off a proper spell before being cut down.

Blank’s style was pure textbook: how a true assassin destroyed mages.

“Glad you noticed.”

Blank didn’t spare her fallen opponent so much as a glance. She simply turned, voice cold as ice, and strode back toward Orson.

“I killed her. You’re not going to be upset, are you?”

But Orson simply shook his head, face grim.

“Look again.”

Blank stiffened. Slowly she turned—and her expression changed.

The white flames around Snow Dream vanished, her features shifted, and her body crumbled into dust.

All that remained was the corpse of an unfamiliar woman.

“God watches all of you.”

Snow Dream’s voice floated through the air. A pale phantom took shape above the corpse.

Six snowy wings unfurled from her back. Her face glowed with holy light as those pristine feathers flapped, scattering dazzling radiance everywhere.

“What the hell is that… invincibility?”

Blank’s face went pale. She couldn’t lock on to the target at all.

Orson nodded, jaw tight.

Snow Dream’s voice was almost tender.

“Orson, I’ve walked to the very edge of the abyss. I’m still waiting for you there.”

Before the stunned crowd, the angelic phantom stepped up to the forge. A spatial rift cracked open, and she smiled.

“I already paid. Hand it over.”

Veijander stood there holding a set of gleaming white mage gear. He hesitated, then instinctively looked at his master.

“That’s a top-tier Forbidden Magic set. We can’t let her have it!”

Blank’s teeth ground together. She couldn’t even tell if that was an angel or a demon. It was far too eerie. The most up-to-date version is on M(VLEMPY)R.

“We can’t stop this. It’s the rules of this fused world. Even if I own Veijander.”

Orson sighed. Whether adventurer or native of Infinite Dimensions, all were bound by the foundational laws laid down by the gods.

As hateful as Snow Dream was, she still enjoyed the same rights as any adventurer.

Sure, he could just kill Veijander on the spot—then the equipment would be ownerless. But that would be killing the golden goose.

Snow Dream’s eyes glinted with meaning.

“You used to be unstoppable, unburdened by anything. Now you have ties. And they’ll be your fatal weakness.”

She looked at Blank with deep, pointed significance, then calmly took the gear and stepped through the rift, vanishing from Forever City.

Orson didn’t try to chase.

Snow Dream was the thorn caught in his throat. If she didn’t feel confident, she wouldn’t have shown up here at all.

His mood darkened.

Compared to some powerful future foe, he worried far more about this traitor who knew him inside out.

“Let’s go home. She won’t hurt you. I’ll deal with cleaning up my own house.”

Orson’s tone was serious as he reached to take Blank’s hand.

Blank smacked his hand away, eyes burning.

“I’ll handle it myself. Don’t meddle.”

A rival.

She’d long known about Orson’s twisted history with Snow Dream.

This was her war.

Emma wouldn’t back down a single step. This wasn’t just about herself anymore. It was about her and Orgod’s child.

If killing her once wasn’t enough, then she’d do it ten times. Ten thousand.

Orson awkwardly withdrew his hand. He understood exactly what kind of person Blank was—never one to be controlled, never one to rely on anyone.

She only trusted the blade in her hand.

“So… I won the lottery, huh?”

Orson tried for a grin, patting his chest solemnly.

“Trust me. As a master of naming, I’ll give him or her a name that’ll shake the heavens and the earth!”

He hoped changing the topic would steer them away from Snow Dream’s shadow.

“You naming them? You’d better off dead.”

Blank’s elbow cracked him in the gut. The mighty Megacaster curled up immediately.

Because if this guy dared come up with some cringe monstrosity of a name, she and the kid would be socially dead for ten thousand years.

“Gods—”

Orson sucked in a sharp breath but couldn’t stop himself from grinning.

“So… boy or girl?”

“Do you have even a shred of common sense?!”

Now Blank really blew up. Her face turned scarlet, equal parts humiliation and rage.

“What’d I do this time?!”

Another thump on the skull. Orson was completely lost.

This woman was impossible to read, her moods shifting like deep-sea currents.

“Is he… actually brain damaged?”

“That’s not even how it works. It’s way too soon to tell boy or girl.”

“Though… being a single mom wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world.”

Emma thought darkly. Sometimes she seriously contemplated just gutting this bastard right then and there.

Within a minute, Orson was covered in lumps, beaten senseless for reasons he couldn’t fathom.

“Riley… you haven’t changed at all. Still hopelessly in love.”

Up above on the tea house balcony, Sienna seemed to transform. Her luminous eyes brimmed with endless cunning.

The Prismatic Gem on her brow pulsed with light. She smiled faintly.

“The Grey Watchers traitors still hunger for their so-called deathblow. I’ll clear away every obstacle for him.”

“Go on, go on. Don’t stand on ceremony. What, trying to make us look bad here?”

“Letting Triple Crown Winner cut in line—I’ll be bragging about that for the next ten years!”

“Then my thanks to all of you.”

Orson shamelessly jumped the queue of local whales and power players. In the old days, someone would’ve piped up to get flattened.

But now, in this brutal fused world, even mountains of money couldn’t buy your safety. Everyone learned to stay humble.

He didn’t stiff them, either. A quick message to Hazel, and she delivered free concert tickets.

That had the wealthy old bastards drooling on the spot.

A superstar idol personally handing them seats? Even top guild leaders couldn’t claim that kind of clout.

“My great adventurer, promise you’ll come hear me sing, okay? And you too!”

Hazel bounced up and down, linking arms with Blank and Sienna. Clearly they all spent plenty of time together, already thick as thieves.

She was the utterly guileless type. Even the most monstrous criminals seemed disarmed around her.

Sienna wiggled her brows mischievously at Orson.

“Big bro~~ big bro, your intimacy’s at 99 with her. So jealous! That’s higher than mine.”

“Yeah, yeah, we’ll go sometime.”

Orson’s voice was hoarse. He stared straight ahead, throat working.

Sienna grinned like a fox. She knew exactly what kind of girls her brother liked. That was a message, plain as day.

Blank leaned close and murmured in his ear.

“One glance and you’re dead. Try me.”

“Try it and I’m actually dead…”

Orson broke into a cold sweat, forcibly keeping his eyes forward. But Hazel kept bouncing, that was sheer torture.

Blank’s whisper drifted in again.

“So big.”

Sienna added seriously, “I thought so too. But you’re no slouch either. So why am I…”

“Flat as a board?” Blank taunted. Sienna shrieked and pounced on her sister-in-law, hands roving.

Orson activated full-body Domination Mode, absolutely refusing to get involved.

“Katharina and the others are still waiting. I’ve gotta go rehearse. See you later!”

Hazel finally skipped off under a thousand hungry stares, leaving Orson to sigh in relief.

“Right. Gear’s almost done. If Veijander fails again, I’ll have his head.”

He quickly switched topics, handing over more materials. The divine forge flared with dark light. As the last angel feather burned, Veijander finally finished.

“This is for me? Wow! So cool!”

Sienna squealed as she took the new Fallen Angel set and spun around.

“Love you, big bro!”

The black feathers fluttered around her like shadows given life, casting her in a mysterious, dangerously alluring glow.

Its awakened power was savage—doubling all her healing, adding Healing Storms that massively boosted recovery. Even more outrageous, it could convert healing magic into equal-power cursed spells, delivering that same volume of “heals” as damage.

It was a brutal hybrid set.

Best of all, it had no level cap. Wearing it triggered a Legendary-Tier hidden quest, Fallen Angel’s Revenge, letting the equipment grow as the quest progressed.

“Concert time?”

Sienna’s gear handled, Orson suggested heading to the sky stage.

But before they could move, a blood-red system alert lit up.

[WORLD ANNOUNCEMENT: The Abyss will appear in twelve hours. All adventurers prepare yourselves. Warning: Heaven Demons incoming! This is not a drill. This is not a game!]

“They’re really here.”

Orson’s breath caught, heart pounding as he looked at Blank.

Blank’s eyes were steady as iron. She clenched her fists and shot back,

“Have a little faith. We’re not cowards to be crushed like insects.”

Just then, a dozen more golden announcements rolled across the sky.

[WORLD ANNOUNCEMENT: The Maple Nation region declares war on the US region!]

[WORLD ANNOUNCEMENT: The UJ region declares war on the US region!]

[WORLD ANNOUNCEMENT: The IND region declares war on the US region!]

[GLOBAL…]

“Those bastards!!”

Blank’s face went cold. She spat out the words in disgust.

A global catastrophe was on the doorstep, yet these idiots coordinated to start a world war?

She couldn’t fathom what these blockheaded regions were thinking.

Orson simply waved a hand for her to stay calm. He smiled faintly.

“At least they’ve judged one thing correctly. In their eyes, we’re an even greater threat than the Heaven Demons.”

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