Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Divine Dragon Seal!

Total Sealing!

The purple clouds swirling over Forever City suddenly scattered, unveiling a strange and magnificent scene. No one could resist. No one could evade.

An eerie, shimmering aura coated every NPC. Everything turned purple, as fine crystalline structures crawled up their bodies. The chaotic battlefield fell into utter silence. Players stared in astonishment as their enemies froze into amethyst statues.

Whether quasi-divine beings or kings, all expressions and senses were locked in place at the same moment.

“Divine Dragon Seal activated!”

“Sealing Elite-class enemies!”

“Sealing Lord-class enemies!”

“Sealing Domain Lord-class enemies!”

“Sealing King-class enemies!”

“Sealing quasi-God-tier enemies!”

“Sealing duration: 6 to 72 hours!”

“Damage cannot break the seal!”

“Only SS-tier dispel spells, abilities, or Divine Items can remove the seal.”

A long string of prompts popped up before every player. They looked at each other in disbelief at the unbelievable sight before them.

“Damage can’t break the seal… so even if we smash them into bits, they’ll stay sealed?” someone whispered.

And just like that, all hell broke loose.

“Holy hell! This isn’t a forbidden curse—it’s a goddamn punching bag generator!”

In the livestream, SirLagsALot and others nearly fell out of their chairs. Victory had always seemed distant, but this wasn’t just a glimpse of hope—it was a blinding sun in the middle of a summer sky!

The Empire’s elite forces were now frozen, completely helpless. Tens of thousands of Lords, Domain Lords, and Kings… all free for the taking!

“Of course! Triple Crown winner, absolute legend!”

“What are you all sitting around for? Get online! Free loot drop incoming!”

“Breaking news! US Region is giving away loot! Group up for target practice!”

“After this battle, when the National War opens, foreign servers are finished. This is an esports miracle—players have defeated the NPC world!”

Players watching from their holo-screens broke down in tears. Even if they weren’t part of the battle, they were witnessing the impossible made possible through Orgod and his team.

“You’re finished.”

Hovering above Forever City, Orson rode his Crimson Lizard King, gazing down at the now-crystallized Jenonis, whose frozen posture still showed him mid-swing.

Six hours of sealing was more than enough for US players to ravage the entire Light Dragon Empire, permanently rewriting the global balance of Infinite Dimensions.

“You… will never escape the gods’ control, Orgod.”

A disembodied voice echoed in Orson’s mind.

The power of The Demi-God Supreme was beyond imagination. Even with an SS-tier Forbidden Curse scroll, Orson hadn’t completely neutralized him.

Leaning in, Orson whispered softly into Jenonis’ ear, “Tell me… who exactly is controlling who?”

A cold glint flickered in Jenonis’ frozen pupils as the purple crystals across his body shuddered violently. But no matter how powerful he was, not even the Archangel could forcibly break free from the upgraded Dragon Forbidden Curse.

Jenonis snarled, “You think this is control?”

Orson’s eyes narrowed. He gave no response, merely signaling the Crimson Lizard King to haul the oversized crystal back to headquarters.

“You’re afraid,” Jenonis sneered. “Do you know why our angelic race rules heaven and despises all other beings?”

Orson remained silent, looking somewhat contemplative.

Jenonis’ voice grew colder. “It’s because we are gods. We exist beyond Infinite Dimensions itself. We shine our light across seventy-seven worlds!”

“No matter what you’ve done, you cannot escape. When the True Gods break the dimensional seals and descend upon this world, it will be the end for you—and your friends.”

In the courtyard, Orson leisurely pulled up a chair, sipping wine as if enjoying the cool evening breeze.

“All this talking, birdman. That’s not like you,” he said suddenly.

“You…” Jenonis trembled with rage at the insult. But frozen as he was, he couldn’t respond.

“Let’s hear your proposal,” Orson said calmly.

Jenonis exhaled sharply and finally laid his cards on the table. “You’ve killed Bairinador, so you must possess the Blood of the Emperor, correct? But you can’t use it yet, can you?”

Orson smiled but said nothing.

The Divine Item [Blood of the Emperor] required the acknowledgment of both a quasi-divine angel and a quasi-divine dragon to be activated (or an equivalent-tier being depending on the region). He’d been holding it in his inventory, unused.

Its effect was simple: whoever activated it would instantly become Emperor of the Light Dragon Empire, NPC or player alike.

If placed on the global auction house, the value would skyrocket into the hundreds of millions of dollars. With Infinite Dimensions’ global player base, some nations might even mobilize entire government budgets to buy it.

Aside from ruling the Empire’s NPC armies, the owner would control imperial taxation and receive a cut of all income from the empire’s economy.

Of course, there was one more requirement: reaching level 120.

Given Infinite Dimensions’ current progression, by the time any player reached that level, the World Convergence event would likely already have begun.

Even so, Orson knew how ridiculously powerful this item was. If activated in a major region like Maple Nation, the US, or NR, it would create a true emperor of an entire war zone.

“Stop your armies.”

“End the Light Dragon Civil War.”

Jenonis made his final offer: “In return, I will help you achieve dominion. I will acknowledge you. Together, we can reshape the world. Refuse, and when the gods descend, you’ll lose everything.”

The system prompt appeared:

Archangel Jenonis proposes a negotiation.

Terms:

Lift Divine Dragon Seal and withdraw your armies from Light Dragon Empire.

Jenonis will acknowledge [Blood of the Emperor] and assist you in locating the missing Holy Light Dragon King, Tulikiki.

Find a new host body for Jenonis and install him as Light Pope.

Do you accept?

Orson couldn’t help but burst out laughing. The concern clouding his face vanished instantly.

“Still scheming to control everything as Pope, huh? You tell me—who’s really afraid of divine descent?”

He raised his wine glass and sipped slowly. “I refuse.”

With a faint smile, he added, “And tonight, I will crush this world beneath my feet.”

Jenonis finally snapped. “You bastard! You dare refuse me?!”

“If death is what you seek, I shall grant it!”

His soul howled within the crystal, causing it to tremble violently. Alexander’s face went pale. “He’s trying to break free!”

“He won’t,” Orson replied coldly. “His Divine Item [Aurora Blood Curtain] absorbed the Forbidden Curse—it’s still on long cooldown.”

“My ability to view his full status and skill list proves it. He’s stuck.”

Suddenly, Jenonis’ frozen figure began chanting:

“O gate to the realm of Blissful Radiance, hear my call.”

“My blood kin, my merciful father, my gentle mother—answer me… answer me!”

From within the crystal, a four-winged angelic phantom appeared, clasping its hands in prayer toward the night sky.

Waves of celestial sound rippled through the void. Brilliant light bathed the heavens as a magnificent divine gate slowly opened.

“My sinful child, I hear you. You are forgiven.”

A towering figure stepped forth—radiating divine light, with six snowy wings stretching wide.

“A godborn being… a Six-Winged Wise Angel… Misius!” Alexander whispered, hair standing on end.

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