Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

The Overlord dons his armor—dragon might cannot be defied!

Exclusive skill of the Lightning Dragon King: Bound by Fate!

A high-tier life-sharing fusion skill between mount and rider. Their lives become one. If one falls, the other perishes. If one survives, both live on.

For five minutes, the rider receives the dragon’s full attack, agility, defense, and mana. All attacks are imbued with Lightning Breath, dealing 2% of the target’s max HP per second as bonus damage.

“Auntie… you really trust me this much?” Bradley muttered to himself.

He knew the glaring flaw in this skill: it offered no increase in HP.

That meant if his health dropped to zero, Velorith would die with him—no exceptions.

“Go forth and fight!”

Velorith’s draconic cry rang out, igniting a storm of battlelust in Bradley’s chest.

“I can do this,” he whispered, moved by the emotions passed to him. He wasn’t one to back down—especially not when someone had entrusted him with everything.

They were both born warriors. Once battle began, nothing else mattered.

“Hah! Velorith actually entrusted her life to a mere adventurer!”

The Hill Dwarf King, Enderoth, burst into mocking laughter.

“After a thousand years, has she forgotten her last master? He was a legend—one of Infinite Dimensions’ greatest! The strongest sword saint in the history of the Lightning Clan!”

Snow Demon King chimed in, voice cold and grim:

“A dual-wielding emperor of light and darkness. If not for the empire’s treacherous purge over forbidden magic, he would have stood as Gaedashiram’s equal.”

Bradley blinked, remembering the old drunk, Saint Swordmaster Glacier.

A warrior known for mastering both light and dark—a rare archetype among the empire’s melee NPCs.

Could that imperial sword saint be connected to Glacier?

A strange clarity settled in his heart. Perhaps that was why Velorith had chosen him.

Velorith’s voice rang again:

“You are not him. He was a shadow. You will surpass all the sword saints of the empire, my dear.”

Bradley nodded silently.

Like an arrow released, he launched into the skies, elemental energy spiraling around him. The Elemental Dragonhorn Blade tore through the air with a howling wind.

“You dare challenge kings like us? You weak little worm!”

Enderoth sneered, raising his battle axe and unleashing a wave of destructive energy that obliterated players and NPCs alike. Blood fell like rain.

“I will surpass every warrior that’s ever lived,” Bradley murmured, the light beneath his lightning crown flashing.

Fleeting Eternity!

A pair of dragon-scale wings burst from his armor, granting him flight. With a blank expression, he glided past Enderoth’s deadly blow like a ghost.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Kings converged from all sides, but Bradley’s mind was calm as still water. He unleashed swordlight like a raging storm.

Block!

Block!

Miss!

…

He weaved through enemy attacks like a bird in the sky. Right hand slashing, left hand casting tri-elemental magic, dancing through beams and blades like a shadow of light.

In this Bound by Fate state, he knew any one of these kings could one-shot him.

But thanks to Fleeting Eternity’s time-bending perception—and the agility boost from the Lightning Dragon Armor—he could see through their attacks and move fast enough to react.

For these five minutes, he was the strongest under quasi-God-tier.

“Take this!”

Veijander cheered, smashing his artifact Thunderfire Hammer into Enderoth’s chest. The dwarf king was launched into the air like a ragdoll.

“Body Domination!”

Enderoth roared, stone covering his body in an attempt to regain control.

“Break!”

Bradley’s eyes flashed. He formed a strange hand seal, firing a burst of white light that struck Enderoth dead on.

Cracks spread across his stone armor.

Body Domination removed!

“Light-Dark Arcanum: Z-Slash!”

Crackling with power, Bradley vanished into a bolt of lightning. A massive Z-shaped slash carved through Enderoth’s body.

Lethal Hit -12,000,000!

Lightning Breath -5,000,000!

Lightning Breath -5,000,000!

…

Blood sprayed as Enderoth’s arms were severed mid-air. His sacred relics fell with them.

His health bar plummeted to half.

“Heal me, Water Spirit King!”

The dwarf spat blood, panicked. With no arms and no Body Domination, he was now utterly vulnerable.

“Oh gentle and sovereign spirit of water, heed my call…”

The Water Spirit King chanted solemnly. Though not as powerful as holy magic, water healing from a king-tier caster was formidable.

Earlier, Veijander had been held at bay by this exact healing support. It was the deciding factor in his earlier defeat.

But now—Bradley appeared before the Water Spirit King in a flash.

“So… fast!” the spirit gasped. Forced to cancel his spell, he dodged backward—only to be kicked hundreds of meters into the air.

“You bastard!”

The Wood Spirit King roared. Drawing his sacred longbow, he fired a barrage of arrows, each sprouting thorny vines mid-flight and forming a massive web of barbs.

Bradley raised his left hand, unbothered.

“Dark Corrosion.”

A grotesque black hand emerged from a tear in space, melting a hole through the wall of thorns.

He darted through, slashing once.

Splat!

The Wood Spirit King screamed as both legs were severed clean off. Wide-eyed and terrified, he stared up at the incoming Dragon Warrior.

He instinctively tried to activate Body Domination to recover, but just as he began the motion—

Bradley once again formed that strange seal, the same move that had ruined Enderoth.

The king flailed in panic, rolling away at the last second.

“Oops, my bad. I forgot—Soul Seal’s on cooldown,” Bradley said with a grin.

Dirty. Absolutely dirty.

But what could you expect? Bradley was Orson’s brother-in-arms. Even the most honest man in Infinite Dimensions had to pick up a few mage tricks.

“Stop hitting me… I’m starving!”

Just then, a green-haired giant came barreling across the battlefield, clutching his head. Behind him, several enraged kings gave chase.

“Summoned by Nightshade?” Bradley narrowed his eyes. Who was this coward?

A Godslayer member with top-tier stats running around half-dead?

If this guy got wrecked so quickly, someone back home—probably Nightshade—was going to be pissed.

Just as he moved to assist, the giant’s eyes gleamed.

He locked onto the severed arms and legs on the ground.

“I think I’ll eat that.”

“Smells kinda good.”

General Pajero mumbled to himself, climbing into his anti-dragon armor like a rabid beast. He grabbed the dismembered limbs and started shoving them into his mouth.

Crunch. Crunch.

Loud chewing echoed across the field…

“WTF?! That’s disgusting!”

Bradley broke into a cold sweat. The audience watching the live feed was probably scarred for life.

“More! I want more!”

The goblin general wiped his mouth clean and kept yelling.

Bradley’s expression shifted. He checked the status panel.

Special Buff: Thinking of Eating Something

HP +20,000,000!

HP +20,000,000!

…

“What the hell is this thing?! Eating arms and legs gives it health?!”

His jaw nearly hit the floor.

“My leg! No! My arm won’t regenerate! What is this monster?!”

Two horrified voices rang out.

Once Pajero consumed your limbs, they became part of his body—permanently.

Any king-tier NPC caught in his path and crippled… would never heal.

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