《Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage》


 Chapter 1 1: The Human Cannon

    "Listen up, everyone. Our studio doesn''t keep freeloaders around. When *Infinite Dimensions* opens, don''t pick any useless sses."


    "Warriors, Pdins, Priests, Archers¡ªthose are fine. You won''t have trouble finding dungeon runs or a gold-farming squad."


    "Our goal is simple: make money! Go all out for the money!"


    In Baiguo City, inside a small online gaming studio, the manager, Charles, was hyping up his staff with a fiery pep talk.


    *Infinite Dimensions*unching?


    Wasn''t that five years ago?


    In the corner of the studio, Orson''s eyes snapped open.


    "This is... Rank Studio?"


    Orson nced around, bewildered, at the familiar yet strange faces around him, muttering in disbelief, "Did I¡­ juste back to life?"


    He grabbed his phone from the desk. The screen disyed the date clearly: June 12, 2027.


    "Unbelievable... five years ago. I''m back on the day *Infinite Dimensions*unched!" Orson shot up from his seat in shock.


    The global hype around *Infinite Dimensions* imed it was the closest thing to a second reality, co-created by three leading AIpanies. But Orson knew howughable that notion was.


    The truth? *Infinite Dimensions* was a trial world crafted by the gods of the gxy to train humans to resist interdimensional creatures!


    When the game firstunched, everything seemed normal. But three yearster, *Infinite Dimensions* would merge with reality, flipping the game into hardcore survival mode. Death in the game would mean real death.


    In the fifth year of the Infinite Dimensions Era, Orson had been exploring ancient ruins when he found an extremely rare item. Jealous, the strongest guild in the U.S., Dragon''s Kiss, hunted him down and ambushed him, leaving him dead.


    Seeing Orson standing there, Charles scowled and sneered sarcastically, "Certain washed-up pros can pick a cash-hungry ss like Mage if they want¡ªbut if you don''t cough up at least two gold a day, don''t bother showing up."


    "Orson, don''t waste your energy on people like him."


    Next to him, Bradley whispered, urging Orson not to lose his cool and give Charles an excuse to make trouble.


    "Bradley! Good ol'' Bradley, still fresh as ever!" Orson was stunned for a second, then lit up with excitement.


    Bradley gaped at him in confusion. Orson quickly covered, "Er¡­ looks like you''ve slimmed down a bit. Almost didn''t recognize you."


    "Yeah, starving nine times out of ten does that to you."


    Scratching the back of his head, Bradley nced at Orson, puzzled by his odd behavior. "Hey, with your skills in ranged DPS, you could y Archer and still earn enough to cover Sienna''s surgery. Don''t worry too much."


    The smile on Orson''s face froze, and he murmured, "Sienna?"


    In hisst life, Orson had been a professional eSports yer, winning the national championship for three years in a row for one of the hottest online games. Fans called him the undisputed Arcane God, Orgod.


    But then he got dragged into a match-fixing scandal. Kicked out by his club and pped with millions in damages, his reputation was ruined. The name Orgod became a disgrace in the gaming scene, and he could only make ends meet by grinding for gold in a studio.


    Sienna was his little sister. They didn''t share blood, but they grew up together in an orphanage, and Orson treated her as family.


    Two days ago, Sienna''s kidneys started failing, and the doctors issued a critical warning. She urgently needed a kidney transnt, an operation costing eight hundred thousand yuan, just for a slim chance at survival.


    Desperate and heavily in debt, Orson had begged his former teammates, now minor celebrities, for help. Instead of kindness, he faced endless humiliation.


    "I was just thirty thousand short... I failed her. I''m such a failure!"


    "Big brother, don''t worry about me. I''m ready¡­ take me home, okay?"


    Five years had passed, but that conversation still haunted him. Even as he died, regret and guilt tormented Orson.


    Now, gritting his teeth, Orson clenched his fists. He had been given another chance, and he was determined to change their fate this time.


    "Hey, Orson, I know it''s not much, but here''s twenty thousand. It''s all I have; maybe it''ll help for now." Bradley carefully pulled out a bank card.


    Orson''s expression softened, and he gently pushed the card back with a grateful smile. "Hold onto it, Bradley. I''ll rack up some rare loot and gather the money myself."


    "Alright! I believe you can do it!" Bradley breathed a sigh of relief.


    As soon as the server opened, Orson donned his VR helmet and entered the game.


    "Three years in beginner mode. I need to get as strong as possible before hardcore mode kicks in. This time, I''ll protect everyone!" Taking a deep breath, Orson''s gaze sharpened with resolve.


    At the character creation screen, dazzling CGI trailers showcased each ss.


    *Infinite Dimensions* had an unmatched level of freedom in character sses. Six base sses, ny-nine subsses, with further advancements at levels 20 and 50. There were also hundreds of hidden sses awaiting discovery.


    "Select your ss and name."


    Orson didn''t hesitate. "Mage. Username: Orgod."


    With that, he appeared dressed in a white robe, holding a wooden beginner''s staff.


    Suddenly, a system window popped up: "Dear yer, could we trouble you to fill out a brief survey?"


    "Maintain a 60% uracy rate, and you''ll have a chance to win rewards like silver coins and Soul Imprints!"


    Orson smirked. Most gamepanies threw out simr gimmicks, often stingy with real rewards in the end.


    But at the mention of a Soul Imprint, he couldn''t help but feel intrigued. "I always did wonder what that Soul Imprint was all about¡­ An Elite-grade imprint could be interesting."


    In *Infinite Dimensions*, equipment and items were fully tradeable, but Soul Imprints were permanent once equipped. A character''s ss defined their baseline potential, but Soul Imprints determined their ultimate ceiling, acting as a yer''s innate skill.


    yers could only slot three Soul Imprints: Human, Sacred, and Divine.


    The quality tiers, from lowest to highest, were: Mortal, Spirit, Lord, Elite, and Godly.


    In his past life, the rare item that got Orson killed was an Elite Soul Imprint, and it had been an unbreakable source of envy and death.


    It was early in the game, so every second counted. Most yers would skip the survey. But Orson remembered a schr yer who had won a Lord-grade Soul Imprint worth millions just forpleting it, giving him a huge advantage at the start.


    Enduring the endless questions, Orson started answering. The first few questions were straightforward, mostly about gaming knowledge, the yer''s experience, and familiarity with the background lore.


    "If your teammates die while fighting a boss, and you''re left alone, what would you do?"


    A. Quit the team to minimize losses.


    B. me your teammates in the chat.


    C. Run and pray for your teammates.


    D. Fight to the death.


    Orson frowned slightly, realizing the questions were getting tougher. After a moment, he picked D.


    "Correct answer!"


    Orson nodded in approval. *Infinite Dimensions* had no patience for the weak; pushing boundaries was the game''s main theme.


    Four hourster, Orson was thoroughly drained but still answering questions.


    "Is this what they call a ''brief'' survey?"


    Five hundred questions covered everything from ss strengths and weaknesses to strategic approaches. For new yers, it was a nightmare.


    Luckily, Orson''s experience kept him going.


    "Ding!"


    "Incredible! Your uracy rate is over 99%. Rating: Extraordinary Talent!"


    "You''ve earned a Godly-grade Human Soul Imprint!"


    "You''re the first yer worldwide to finish the survey! Bonus reward: a Super God-grade Human Soul Imprint!"


    Orson froze, stunned. What... a Super God-grade Imprint?


    In his previous life, fewer than ten yers in the entire Chinese region had ever received a God-grade Soul Imprint. He''d never even heard of a Super God-grade one.


    "Would you like to equip the Soul Imprint?"


    A pure white imprint hovered in front of him. Heart pounding, Orson swallowed hard and nodded.


    "Congrattions! Your Human Soul Imprint has been awakened!"


    **[Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye]: Super God-grade**


    *Passive Skill 1*: Every 10 monsters killed increases attack range by 1 meter (initial cap: 0/1000 meters).


    Deities'' Comment: "What''s wrong with an absurdly long range for Mages?"


    *Passive Skill 2*: Every monster killed increases mana by 1 point (initial cap: 0/10,000 MP).


    Deities'' Comment: "So what if Mages have endless mana?"


    "Holy¡­ monster kills boost my mana and attack range? And it levels up even more?"


    Orson rubbed his face in disbelief. This Soul Imprint was¡­ insanely overpowered!


    With no hesitation, he started the game.


    Orson could hardly wait to confirm whether he was dreaming or if the developers of *Infinite Dimensions* had truly lost their minds.


    The screen shifted, and Orson appeared in Newbie Vige #3313.


    Two hours into the server''sunch, the vige was still packed, a testament to the game''s poprity.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    Ignoring the main quest, he headed straight for the nearest monster spawn zone.


    **[ck-skinned Goblin: Level 1]**


    **[HP: 80/80]**


    **[Attack: 6]**


    Orson skimmed his own stats: 10 points of magic attack, 100 HP, 50 MP.


    Taking down this newbie goblin was easy, though it would barely drop any rewards.


    He raised his staff andunched a basic fireball attack.


    -10


    -10


    After eight hits, the goblin fell, taking a few swings with its rusty knife. Each fireball drained one MP, so he lost a total of 8 MP.


    And that was why the Mage was the ultimate cash-guzzling ss. Even a basic attack consumed mana, making it dependent on rare equipment with mana regen stats and high-cost magic books.


    If you invested tens of thousands, a Mage might outshine a standard ss, but it was a role for big spenders only.


    "You have in a [ck-skinned Goblin], gaining +3 experience."


    **[You have been blessed by the Great Spirit God, increasing your attributes slightly.]**


    Suppressing his excitement, Orson checked his status panel again: **MP 42/51!**


    It was a small increase, but Orson knew it was just the beginning.


    "So this is a Super God-grade Soul Imprint? It''s absolutely broken!"


    A chill ran down Orson''s spine. If he continued grinding Level 1 goblins until he maxed out¡­


    The *Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye* at level cap would grant him 10,000 MP and a range of one kilometer!


    He wouldn''t be a Mage; he''d be a human cannon!


    He could practically stand in the vige and nuke bosses in the wild!

 Chapter 2 2: It Really Got Longer!

    "I actually¡­ got longer!"


    Orson took down ten goblins in one go, his eyes brimming with excitement as his attack range extended from the initial 10 meters to 11 meters.


    A mere one-meter increase might seem trivial to most, but for a former pro like Orson, it was a game-changer. That extra meter meant he could keep opponents at bay with his positioning, making it impossible for them tond a basic attack, and giving him the first strike advantage in PvP.


    If his range increased by 10 meters, 100 meters¡­ or even 1,000 meters¡­ He''d be an invisible nightmare, eliminating yers without them even realizing who had attacked.


    "Your level has increased to Level 2."


    Orson checked his stats panel. With the range boost from **Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye**, he didn''t have to worry about close-quarters death risks. He poured all five of his newly-earned attribute points into magic attack power.


    With 15 points in attack power, taking down a goblin now required just six basic attacks instead of eight.


    "You have in a [ck-skinned Goblin], gaining +2 experience."


    ¡­


    His MP was drained once again. Without any mana regeneration equipment, Orson was forced to rely on the basic skill **Meditation** to restore it.


    "This is still too slow."


    It took him at least 5 seconds to lock onto a goblin and 10 seconds to kill it, so at most he could grind four monsters per minute. Plus, since the goblins were lower level, the experience points were diminishing, and with plenty of other yers aroundpeting for kills, finishing the 10,000 goblin target could take ages.


    But Orson didn''t mind. He returned to the Newbie Vige and epted the main quest from the vige elder, then opened up his magic talent tree.


    **Talent Points Remaining: 2**


    Each level granted one talent point.


    In *Infinite Dimensions*, the talent tree determined a character''s growth path. Before advancing, Mages had four primary paths: Fire, Water, Wind, and Earth.


    - **Water Mages** were well-rounded, with both offense and defense.


    - **Wind Mages** had short cooldowns and excelled at one-on-one battles.


    - **Earth Mages** maximized defense and crowd control.


    - **Fire Mages** specialized in raw damage, with the drawback of high mana consumption and low survivability.


    Given his Super God-grade Soul Imprint, Orson was determined to go the Fire Mage route.


    *System message:* "Apologies, the Magic Talent Tree is not yet essible."


    Orson wasn''t surprised. Generally, the talent tree activated at Level 10, requiring yers to journey to Edgar City toplete a mage trial quest.


    But there was a workaround¡ªOrson knew of a hidden quest to unlock the talent tree early: *Eva''s Lost Hat*.


    In the far corner of the vige, a worried-looking girl was frantically searching the ground for something.


    When Orson approached, she looked up with tear-filled eyes, crying, "Has anyone seen my hat? My master will be so mad at me¡­ wahhh¡­"


    She was a stunning beauty, holding her hand over her lips as she sobbed, her chest rising and falling dramatically. Orson''s eyes gleamed; it was truly a fountain of vitality.


    "Killing monsters around the Newbie Vige may drop the quest item [Eva''s Apprentice Hat]." Orson epted the quest without hesitation.


    Though this was a hidden quest, the reward wasn''t particrly valuable since the small talent boost would hardly matter before Level 10.


    Orson only knew of this quest thanks to a forum post titled *Top 10 Busty Beauties in Edgar*. Most yers whopleted the quest weren''t in it for the reward¡ªthey were just interested in the view.


    By now, almost four hours had passed since the gameunched, and many yers were starting to leave the Newbie Vige, so there was lesspetition for monsters.


    "You have acquired the quest item [Eva''s Apprentice Hat]."


    "Nice, that didn''t take long to drop," he said, sighing in relief after only 30 goblin kills.


    Afterpleting the main quest to kill monsters, Orson hit Level 3 and allocated his points to increase magic attack.


    Then he returned to give Eva her hat¡ª*ahem*, toplete the quest.


    As he handed in the hat, the magic totem began to glow, and his previously locked talent tree lit up.


    At the base of the tree were three starting talents: **Scorching mes**, **Mana Drain**, and **Spell Cooldown Reduction**. Each one represented a different path for Fire Mages.


    Orson chose without hesitation: "Scorching mes, that''s the one!"


    **[Scorching mes]**


    Effect: Normal attacks and spells inflict 1% of the user''s MP as damage over 3 seconds. This can increase up to 10% MP damage, with a 2-second cooldown.


    For most Mages, this talent was useless in the early stages. A Level 10 Mage''s max mana was usually around 500, so maxing out this talent would result in just 150 damage over 3 seconds¡ªnot as useful as **Mana Drain** or **Cooldown Reduction**.


    But for Orson, this was nothing short of a god-tier talent!


    With a maxed mana pool of 10,000, his burn effect would deal 1,000 damage per second, totaling 3,000 over three seconds.


    Who could possibly withstand that?


    Orson returned to the monster spawn area, ready for another grind session. Hours flew by as he mowed down a thousand goblins with his magic machine gun. His grin stretched wide as he checked his stats.


    **Username**: Orgod


    **Race**: Human


    **Level**: 4


    **Magic Attack**: 25


    **HP**: 110/150


    **MP**: 720/1100


    **Attack Speed**: 0.50


    **Agility**: 5


    **Defense**: 3


    **Range**: 110 meters


    With his mana capacity now nearly self-sustaining, **Meditation** could restore 5% MP per second out ofbat, allowing him to spam attacks without interruption.


    As for his 110-meter range¡­ He was practically a Newbie Vige turret.


    "Who''s a Fire Mage? I''m a mobile artillery!"


    The more Orson grinded, the more pumped he got. He invested all four of his talent points into **Scorching mes**, adding a 4% MP burn to his attacks.


    Standing atop a hill, he aimed his staff down toward the valley, and fireballs rained down.


    -25


    -44


    -44


    Only one basic attack was needed before he turned away to search for his next target. Three seconds of burn damage added up to 132 points, more than enough to send an 80-HP goblin straight to respawn before it could even reach the hill. His grinding efficiency was insane!


    **MrMeowgi:** "This game is trash! I just started, and I can''t get a single kill!"


    **SirLagsALot:** "Bro, look up on that hill! Is that a Newbie Vige defense tower farming mobs by itself?"


    Laters who joined the game stared in disbelief as goblins fell one by one. Someone even considered reporting it as a bug¡ªonly to find there was no such option. After all, the gods didn''t make mistakes.


    **System Announcement**: *yer Orgod''s merciless streak has reached 1,024 goblin kills, earning the title "Goblin Ripper."*


    **System Announcement**...


    The chat erupted with yers frozen in shock. *Who the heck kills over a thousand goblins, the weakest monster in the game?!*


    **AlienWolf:** "Holy hell, who is this guy? How bored do you have to be?"


    **FrostyFairy:** "Seriously? Did goblins offend him or something? All that effort for a trash title?"


    **GodlikeGamer:** "Wait¡­ that username seems familiar¡­"


    ¡­


    yers filled the global chat withints, wondering if Orgod was the most ridiculous yer they''d ever seen, calling out hisck of regard for "goblin welfare."


    Meanwhile, at Gxy Studio, the leveling squad was advancing toward Edgar City.


    A Level 7 Warrior pulled back his hood, revealing a striking face framed by silvery hair. His brows furrowed, "What the hell is Orson doing?"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "Half a day spent killing over a thousand trash mobs that don''t even drop loot. He''s out of his mind!"


    Charles, leading the party, nearly blew a fuse. "Screw this! Everyone log off and take a break. He clearly doesn''t want to stay in this studio."


    "You have unlocked a +10% drop rate bonus."


    Orson''s eyes lit up at the title''s effect. That extra 10% drop rate would make a noticeable difference in the early game, meaning a higher chance of rare loot even among the junk drops.


    *System Alert*: *The Beast Race has sensed your intense hostility.*


    *Elite Level 10 Boss: Goblin Emperor will personally hunt you down. If you die or flee, the title will be revoked.*


    Orson froze. A Boss Raid alert appeared in the top right corner, with a 30-minute countdown.


    He was only Level 4, but he knew all too well how powerful a Level 10 Elite Boss could be. He considered calling on the studio team to help him, but then his vision blurred with a sudden sh of red. Someone outside the game was trying to force him awake.

 Chapter 3 3: Dont Look Down on Me Just Because Im Broke

    Inside Rank Studio, Orson took off his VR helmet, only to be greeted by Charles''s unpleasant face.


    "Are you out of your mind, former pro Orson?" Charles sneered.


    "What did I do?" Orson replied calmly, standing up and noticing that Bradley and the others had logged out as well, heading toward him.


    "Quit pretending. It''s been eight hours sinceunch, and all you''ve done is kill a thousand goblins. Do you think this studio is your personal retirement home?" Charles barked, his tone full of disdain.


    "I don''t see it that way, Charles," Orson replied with a light smile.


    Bradley quickly intervened, trying to smooth things over. "Take it easy, Charles. Orson''s skills are undeniable, and he was just farming for a title¡ªthose in the know will understand."


    With a forced smile, Bradley offered Charles a cigarette, but Charles turned his head with a scowl and didn''t take it.


    "Skill? What skill? If I hadn''t given you a chance, who would hire you, Orgod?" Charles mocked, his tone dripping with sarcasm. Orson merely looked at him without a word.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "Everyone, report your progress!" Charlesmanded, grumbling under his breath.


    "Leo, Level 6 Priest, sold two pieces of junk gear for 10 silver."


    "Wyatt, Level 6 Pdin, got 12 silver from auction."


    "¡­"


    Bradley sighed as he reported, "Level 7 Warrior, sold one green item for 40 silver¡ªthat''s about 400 bucks."


    "And you, my so-called pro? Cat got your tongue?" Charles smirked, clearly waiting for Orson to embarrass himself.


    Orson remained indifferent. "Orson, Level 4 Mage, 90 copper."


    "Hear that? Ny copper! This is the ''skill'' of our former pro? He must have skin as thick as a rhino," Charles scoffed, seizing the chance to tear him down.


    The others, except Bradley, burst intoughter, sneering at Orson''s pathetic earnings.


    In *Infinite Dimensions*, 1 gold was worth 100 silver, and 1 silver was worth 100 copper.


    Eight hours of ytime, and he''d only earned 90 copper¡ªa measly nine bucks.


    "Come on, it''s just the first day. This little gap in progress isn''t hard to close," Orson said, unwilling to stoop to Charles''s level. Charles was the kind of person who enjoyed belittling others to make himself feel powerful.


    But Charles, seeing Orson''s calm response, became irate. "So you''re here to freeload, huh? I''m paying you a fat sry every month, and for what? To sit around?"


    "Hey! Charles!" Bradley interrupted angrily. "Screw you!" He grabbed Charles by the cor, ready to swing, but Orson held him back. "Don''t fight. It''s not worth it," he said.


    At over two hundred pounds, if Bradley got into a brawl, three or four people might not be enough to restrain him. Orson quickly pulled him to the side to defuse the situation.


    Bradley''s eyes were full of frustration. He had been a loyal fan since Orson''s debut in the pro circuit at 16. Seeing his idol treated like this was more than he could bear.


    "This is outright bullying!" Bradley fumed, his whole body shaking. "We''re paid peanuts! Our 3,500 sry is a joke, and we still have to give up 70% of any gold we farm. What gives him the right?"


    "If you''re not bringing in real money, then you''d better¡­" Charles began, but Orson cut him off with a smirk.


    "Charles, I quit."


    "Orson¡­ you''re serious?" Bradley''s eyes widened in shock. He knew that Orson''s sister was waiting on a kidney transnt. If he quit now, what would he do?


    Orson nodded, and Bradley stammered, "But¡­ what about Sienna''s surgery?"


    "Don''t worry," Orson reassured him with a smile. "I''ve got a n. I''m thinking of forming a gaming guild."


    Bradley hesitated. "But a guild seat in *Infinite Dimensions* is super expensive, man."


    Charles burst outughing. "What, did you forget? A guild seat is five million! You think you''re still the Orgod from your pro days?"


    Hisckeys chimed in,ughing. "Amazing! Next time we see Orson, we''ll call him Guild Master!"


    "Keepughing while you can," Bradley snapped, his face red with anger. "You''ll regret it soon enough!"


    mming his hand on a desk, Bradley left the studio with Orson.


    "Just three months¡ªno, one month! I''m going to p every one of their faces red!" Bradley muttered, still fuming.


    Orson put a reassuring hand on his shoulder. "No need for words, man. I won''t let you down."


    But in his mind, a glint of dark resolve took hold. *Don''t worry, Bradley. In just two weeks, Charles will be calling you ''Sir.''*


    Returning to his dingy, cramped rental, Orson surveyed the familiar, chaotic mess of his room.


    There was one prominent decoration: a massive poster of a young Orson, surrounded by fans, raising the *Sword and Conquest* championship trophy for the third consecutive year in front of a nationwide audience. The image exuded pride and glory, a snapshot of his finest moment.


    But that triumphant youth was gone. Only a revenant remained.


    "I never threw that match," Orson whispered to himself. The scandal had trapped him, and the death of his sister had broken his spirit.


    But now, it was time to rise again.


    A phone call interrupted his thoughts.


    "Hi, are you the seller of the ''Gently Used Gaming Pod, Like New''? Would you consider lowering the price a bit? I''m ready to pay a solid five thousand for it!"


    "Uh¡­"


    Orson nced at the dusty gaming pod in the corner. It was a top-of-the-line model he''d bought two years ago for over two hundred thousand, hoping to list it online to help cover his sister''s medical bills.


    "Sorry, wrong number." He hung up decisively.


    Given the earning potential of *Infinite Dimensions*, earning five grand would be nothing for a seasoned yer like him.


    In his past life, he hadn''t realized how lucrative *Infinite Dimensions* was. He''d sold the gaming pod and relied on the studio''s equipment, wasting an entire year and falling behind everyone else.


    Not only that, but with the studio taking a 70% cut of his earnings, Charles became a millionaire while Orson barely got by.


    After eating a cup of instant noodles, he powered up the gaming pod and logged back into the game.


    ---


    **Goblin Emperor Raid Countdown: 29 minutes, 3 seconds.**


    The countdown paused based on a yer''s online time to ensure they wouldn''t miss it due to real-life interruptions.


    "You have in a [ck-skinned Goblin]. Experience +1."


    Orson perched atop a hill, systematically picking off goblins below.


    With his current speed, he could easily burn through fifty monsters per minute, maximizing his **Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye** bonus before the boss arrived. He was well aware that in battle, range and stamina were everything.


    "Wait, did I just get a skill book?"


    After around 200 goblins, he picked up a white skill book. Orson grinned. The **Goblin Ripper** title was clearly working its magic with the increased drop rate.


    "You have obtained the Apprentice''s Magic Tome: Chain Fireball."


    **Grade E Fire Magic: Chain Fireball**


    Effect: Consumes 40 MP to release three explosive fireballs, dealing 120% damage to enemies within a 5-meter radius. Cooldown: 5 seconds.


    "A bit higher damage than my basic attack, but it''s costly on mana," Orson muttered. It was a simple starting spell avable for one silver at the Edgar Mage''s Shop.


    "AoE ssh isn''t bad. If I can round up the mobs, three fireballs could make a dent."


    Equipping the spell, he nned his strategy. Paired with **Scorching mes**, this would give his efficiency a major boost.


    The only problem was that in the Newbie Vige, monsters were sparsely positioned, designed to prevent crowding and give beginners a chance to learnbat safely.


    *System Alert:* "Attention! Goblin Emperor will arrive in one minute!"


    Orson steadied himself and checked his Soul Imprint panel:


    **[Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye]**: Super God-grade


    - **Passive Skill 1**: Every 10 monsters killed grants +1 meter attack range (current cap: 160/1000 meters).


    - **Passive Skill 2**: Every monster killed increases MP by 1 (current cap: 1600/10000 MP).


    Orson sat cross-legged, activating **Meditation** to optimize his mana. Though he was only Level 4, his extended range and massive mana pool gave him everything he needed for a tough fight.


    A furious roar echoed through the valley as a colossal, robed goblin appeared, shrouded in dark magic.


    **[Elite Boss: Goblin Emperor]**


    **Level**: 10


    **HP**: 12,000


    **Attack**: 240


    **Skill**: Summon Undead


    "Those stats¡­ pretty strong. This should be fun." Orson''s eyes gleamed with both tension and excitement.

 Chapter 4 4: Starting with a Tower

    The Goblin Emperor''s attack power was a hefty 240, while Orson had only 150 HP. One hit from the boss would spell instant defeat for him.


    Ordinary teams would have no chance against a boss like this. Unfortunately for the Goblin Emperor, it was up against Orson, the "human cannon," with an extreme range of 170 meters for relentless basic attacks!


    **SecondFloorListener:** "Check it out! Big boss spawn!"


    **ThirdFloorPerformer:** "Whoa, this boss looks epic. Could it be a world boss? That health pool is insane!"


    **Heaven''sGiftedWarrior:** "What are we waiting for? Attack! As long as it has a health bar, it can be taken down. This could be a jackpot!"


    Orson positioned himself on one side of the valley, carefully calcting his attack range. However, nearby yers, upon seeing the boss appear, went wild with excitement; even if they just hit the Goblin Emperor, they felt it would be a victory.


    -12!


    -25!


    A wave of yers charged the Goblin Emperor, most dealing pitifully low damage. They didn''t realize their mistake until it was toote; the Goblin Emperor raised its staff, and a dark hexagram appeared, summoning a horde of undead goblin warriors from the ground.


    **[Goblin Undead Warrior: Level 5]**


    **HP**: 300/300


    **Attack Power**: 20


    Triggered by the attack, these undead warriors turned hostile and charged the yers nearby.


    "A necromancer-type boss? This monster density¡­ interesting," Orson''s eyes gleamed with anticipation. If the boss could summon so many undead, he had an ambitious idea.


    **Area Chat:**


    **Randomyer:** "Oh no, these goblin grunts are coordinating attacks!"


    The nearby yers quickly fell, over thirty spirits soaring back to the respawn point like fireworks.


    **"Hold the line! Reinforcements, move in!"** one yer tried to rally the others, but it was a futile effort. The average yer in the Newbie Vige was only Level 3 to 5, and anyone facing more than three undead warriors couldn''t survive for long.


    Panic spread as yers retreated toward the Newbie Vige, luring the undead warriors to the vige entrance. Now, if anyone stepped outside the safe zone, they were as good as dead.


    **SteelSkinPride:** "It''s over, a zombie invasion! We''re doomed!"


    **Michelleyer:** "I was so close to Level 5! Now I''ve lost 30% experience. What do we do?"


    The death penalty in *Infinite Dimensions* was steep, costing yers 10% of their experience each time, with a small chance of losing items. The yers who had joined in the boss raid were now too scared to try again. Yet, with the undead warriors remaining outside the vige, they were effectively trapped, falling far behind the main leveling group.


    **Heaven''sGiftedWarrior:** "Don''t panic! Monsters aren''t supposed to attack yers in the vige. It''s obviously a bug; the game AI will fix it automatically."


    The same yer who had rallied them to attack the boss tried to calm everyone down, but it only sparked more bacsh.


    "You think we believe you, you lying old man?"


    "Yeah! If you hadn''t told us to charge the boss, those goblin zombies wouldn''t be attacking us!"


    "My brother''s in Edgar City earning decent coin already. You think you can make up for the time we''ve lost?"


    A wave of mockery drowned out the poor Level 5 sword-wielder, who found himself cornered at the healing station.


    Boom¡ªboom¡ªboom!


    Three fiery explosions erupted near the vige entrance, nketing the clustered undead with fire.


    -30


    -85


    -85


    Three zing fireballs struck a five-meter radius, incinerating a group of undead warriors. mes and explosions tore through them, leaving several undead reduced to ash.


    In the next moment, a volley of small fireballs rained down, forming a spectacr meteor shower. Each undead touched by the mes fell instantly.


    Everyone froze, looking toward the distant forest in astonishment.


    **Heaven''sGiftedWarrior** beamed, as if his predictions were confirmed. "Ha! I knew *Infinite Dimensions* would fix the bug!"


    **SteelSkinPride:** "Sweet! The defense tower''s kicking in!"


    **BurgerEater:** "As far as I know, our vige is the only one with a defense tower. Other Newbie Viges don''t get this kind of luxury."


    "You have in a [Goblin Undead Warrior]. Experience +7."


    "You have in¡­"


    "You remain undetected."


    Orson continued his barrage of basic attacks and Chain Fireballs, quickly clearing the clustered monsters and leveling up to Level 5.


    He soon realized that the undead warriors had all marked him with aggro, but his range exceeded their detection range. The undead wandered around aimlessly, while the boss, frustrated, began summoning more undead warriors.


    With most yers hiding in the vige, these newly summoned undead had no target and simply stood in ce, bewildered.


    High up on the hill, Orson wore a wide grin, his staff nearly on the verge of overheating from constant casting.


    With no one else brave enough to venture out, he didn''t have to worry about anyone stealing his kills. Using his extended range to pick off stationary targets felt like operating a mobile mortaruncher, able to target monsters from a safe distance across the hill.


    Moreover, since he was outside the boss''s detection range, even if he exhausted his mana, he could simply stop attacking to disengage and use **Meditation** to recover.


    "My vige has a divine tower protecting it! Starting out with a tower¡ªwho else has it this good?"


    "In this blessed vige, I''m destined for greatness in the world of *Infinite Dimensions!*"


    ¡­


    Everyone cheered, looking to the hill with excitement, certain that a divine me tower was protecting the vige.


    Only a few yers noticed something unusual. "Why can''t we pick up the dropped items?"


    Within ten minutes, four hundred undead goblin warriors had been in. With the added bonus of his **Goblin Ripper** title, Orson received drops of threemon pieces of white equipment, a few greens, and two silver coins.


    In *Infinite Dimensions*, gear is ssified into six ranks: White (Common), Green (Superior), Blue (Refined), Purple (Heroic), Orange (Legendary), and Red (Forbidden).


    In the early days of the game, a Level 10 blue-quality piece could fetch 5 gold, or roughly five thousand yuan, at auction. Beyond equipment, rare items, Soul Imprints, and unique treasures couldmand even higher prices.


    This handful ofmon drops didn''t interest Orson. Farming progress for his **Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye** was the main objective. The Goblin Emperor was now the ultimate "working emperor," summoning waves of monsters with no means of defending himself.


    Orson had lost count of how many waves of undead warriors the boss had summoned. In his mind, there was only one goal: farm!


    Was he exploiting a glitch? In *Infinite Dimensions*, the concept of "glitch farming" didn''t exist. The gods had designed the game for yers to do whatever it took to be stronger.


    In his past life, Orson had seen far crazier farming methods¡ªa Dragonmaster casually lounging in his castle, sipping wine and singing, while his nine dragons wreaked havoc on a nearby dungeon. In one night, he destroyed a dungeon the size of a mid-sized country, killing every boss and earning loot worth billions.


    In *Infinite Dimensions*, as long as a yer was powerful enough, they could effectively be a game-breaking "bug" themselves!


    But,pared to the terrifying interdimensional creatures, his current power was still child''s y¡­


    Time flew by, and five hours passed.


    **9991!**n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    **9995!**


    **10,000 monster kills achieved!**


    Orson copsed onto the ground, utterly exhausted. At this point, just seeing another goblin made him want to puke.


    **System Announcement:** *yer Orgod, like a god descended, has in 10,000 goblins, earning the title "Beast Tribe Heretic."*


    **System Announcement¡­**

 Chapter 5 5: If It Doesnt Have a Scope, Its a Cannon!

    **AristocraticPrince:** "Ten thousand goblins¡­ Is this even real? Orson, are you secretly a legend?"


    **HellFireThong:** "Killing a thousand goblins is for lunatics, but killing ten thousand? That''s pure genius!"


    **StoneManiac:** "What did goblins ever do to you? Or are they dropping epic loot or something?"


    ¡­


    The world chat exploded. In less than twenty hours, Orson had wiped out ten thousand goblins¡ªno longer just insane, but downright terrifying.


    "Orson''s got god-tier farming efficiency!" someone muttered, awe-struck, at thest dungeon before the main city boss of Pound Nn. Even if goblins were low-level beast mobs, Orson''s terrifying efficiency had everyone talking.


    Orson had leveled up to Level 6, adding points to his **Scorching mes** talent, raising it to level 6, and channeling all his stats into magic attack.


    Finally, his Soul Imprint had leveled up. He excitedly opened his panel.


    Orson stared, eyes widening in disbelief, and finally managed to say, "Damn¡­ that''s OP!"


    He''d expected only a modest increase¡ªmaybe a doubling of his range and mana limit at most. Instead, both stats had increased fivefold!


    **[Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye]: Super God-grade**


    - **Passive Skill 1**: Every 10 monsters killed grants +1 meter attack range (new cap: 1000/5000 meters).


    *Deities'' Comment*: "Truth exists only within one''s range."


    - **Passive Skill 2**: Each monster killed increases mana by 1 point (new cap: 10,000/50,000 MP).


    *Deities'' Comment*: "No mage can resist the allure of bing a machine of destruction."


    He took a sharp breath. He''dpletely underestimated the growth potential of a Super God-grade Soul Imprint. Wasn''t this set on turning him into a walking death cannon?


    What kind of monster was a 5,000-meter range?!


    If he attacked something that far away, he''d be firing blind¡­


    To be clear, the average yer''s visual range in *Infinite Dimensions* capped at 2,000 meters. Anything beyond that was just a blur, impossible to target with any uracy.


    In this game, Archers had the longest range. After reaching level 20 and unlocking the skill **Eagle of Light**, an elite Archer could lock onto distant targets outside their usual range. In guild wars, a high-tier Archer could even snipe enemy mages in the backlines, earning top yers afortable monthly guild stipend.


    "I need a targeting system. Satellite positioning, something! Otherwise, this range is useless," Orson mused.


    He checked his newly earned **Beast Tribe Heretic** title, awarded for killing ten thousand goblins.


    **[Beast Tribe Heretic]**


    Effect: +10% item drop rate, +1% rare drop rate.


    Note: While wearing this title, entering any Beast Tribe settlement will trigger an immediate area-wide hostility.


    "This title is solid!" Orson''s eyes sparkled. Though it only added an extra 1% rare drop rate, he knew there was a world of difference between "item drop rate" and "rare drop rate."


    If the rare drop rate triggered, he was guaranteed loot of at least blue quality, if not higher.


    As for being attacked in beast territories? Orson weed it¡ªthat just saved him the trouble of hunting down mobs.


    Goblin Emperor''s roar echoed through the valley, and Orson detected a hint of frustration in it.


    Elite bosses in *Infinite Dimensions* had some level of intelligence. As an early-game boss, Goblin Emperor must have been infuriated by Orson''s treatment, being farmed like a goblin mob generator.


    A kilometer away in the forest, the boss was now just a hazy figure to Orson. He spent a moment adjusting his aim.


    Poof, poof, poof¡­


    He started with three rapid-fire Chain Fireballs, each exploding at the boss''s feet.


    **Missed!**


    "Damn it. Of course, it''s not easy to hit from this distance," Orson muttered, his vision straining. In *Infinite Dimensions*, target-locking stopped working past 200 meters, so aiming required intuition alone. Just because you locked onto a target didn''t guarantee a hit¡ªeven newbies often missed basic attacks at point-nk range.


    "Alright, let''s see if you can handle this!" Orson psyched himself up.


    Four years of pro eSports experience, three years ying *Infinite Dimensions*, plus two years surviving in hardcore mode¡­ If there was no clear solution, he''d just make one!


    "Wind direction¡­ check!"


    "Coordinates¡­ check!"


    "Angle, 55 degrees¡­ check!"


    As he summoned his fire spell, a dark six-pointed star glowed beneath him. His hair billowed, and his magic surged with power.


    Orson''s face turned serious; at this moment, he was every bit the me Mage God!n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    The fireballs streaked through the blue sky, drawing the attention of the yers below as they barreled toward the Level 10 Goblin Emperor.


    -42!


    The Chain Fireball struck the boss squarely in the head, making it stumble. Six stacks of Scorching mes activated, spreading fire across its body.


    Orson''sbat log disyed a satisfying number:


    603!


    603!


    ¡­


    In just three seconds of burning, the boss''s health¡ªinitially 12,000¡ªhad dropped by nearly a fifth, inflicting over 1,800 points of burn damage!


    "Amazing¡­"


    Orson had expected it, but seeing the effect still made his heart race.


    **ThunderStrike:** "Is the¡­ is the defense tower helping us kill the boss?"


    **ILovePizza:** "What are you all waiting for? High risk, high reward! My fate is my own! Charge!"


    Thousands of yers roared in excitement. The mysterious tower, seemingly protecting the Newbie Vige, was really just a benevolent powerhouse, graciously assisting the yers!


    Almost a full day since the server opened, and no team had managed to take down a Level 10 elite boss. It was clear to everyone that killing this boss would yield incredible loot!


    Everyone had the same thought: "The riches granted by the Divine Tower shall be mine!"


    Disregarding costs or casualties, they charged at the Goblin Emperor in a chaotic wave.


    **You have been detected!**


    The boss instantly locked onto Orson''s hiding ce, ignoring the horde of yers rushing toward it as it summoned even more undead warriors. Fixated on him, the Goblin Emperorunched into a death charge straight for Orson.


    Orson remained calm, backing up a few steps before aiming again, predicting the boss''s path.


    Dozens of fireballs streaked through the air, forming a fiery meteor shower that rained down on the boss. Though many missed, every hit triggered **Scorching mes**, inflicting burn damage.


    -603!


    ¡­


    Minutester, the boss, now charred ck, had closed the distance to less than 200 meters from Orson.


    **ThunderStrike:** "Holy crap, the boss is going down! All hail Tower Grandpa!"


    It wasn''t that the Goblin Emperor wasn''t powerful¡ªTower Grandpa was simply too insane. In the end, the boss could only burn to ashes.


    "Good thing it was an undead mage boss with a lower health pool. If it had gotten any closer, it would have obliterated me," Orson exhaled, waiting for **Scorching mes**'' cooldown beforending another hit to finish it off.


    With a final blow, the boss copsed, releasing a cascade of dazzling loot.


    Drooling, the nearby yers stared at the pile of equipment, among which several imperial gold coins glinted.


    What a motherlode!


    Each gold coin alone was worth a thousand yuan!


    The boss loot was of unusually high quality, with no whitemon gear¡ªjust a mix of green and blue items.


    "Is that staff¡­ purple?"


    "Could it¡­ could it be a heroic weapon?!"


    **OldBankFriend:** "Let me show you all what my thirty years of fast looting experience can do!"


    A sword-wielding yer darted forward, his hand lightning-fast, snatching the heroic weapon and turning to flee. But to his shock, the staff slipped out of his hand and fell back to the ground.


    "What the¡­? It won''t let me pick it up?!"


    The swordsman''s face froze, his morale shattered. "Damn it, *Infinite Dimensions*! After we died seven or eight times over, shouldn''t these items be ours aspensation? Curse you, you *@#%$..."


    A crowd of yers surrounded the loot, each attempting in vain to pick it up, only to find it impossible.


    **ThunderStrike** picked up a blue chestte, only for a message to pop up: *This loot does not belong to you. If not imed in 30 minutes, it will be unlocked.*


    "Doesn''t belong to me? Then who does it belong to¡ªthe GM?" **ThunderStrike** muttered, baffled.


    "Ahem¡­ if you all could just make some room, please."


    Orson cleared his throat, pushing his way through the crowd.

 Chapter 6 6: VIP Service

    Orson disabled the ck [Heretic of the Beast n] title and leisurely picked up two imperial gold coins from the ground.


    Not bad. That''s about two thousand bucks in his pocket.


    "What¡­ He can actually pick it up?"


    "This is so unfair! Why does he get it?"


    "Don''t tell me he''s the one who killed the boss? Still in Level 1 beginner gear? Could he really be¡­ a GM?"


    The crowd of yers stood frozen, staring in disbelief as Orson, d in beginner gear, casually summoned a Level 10 purple staff into his hand.


    "Boss damage output was over 600 DPS earlier. That''s impossible for any yer right now."


    "Definitely not a yer. Probably a dev fixing a bug¡ªwe''ve seen those before."


    ¡­


    The crowd''s eyes, alight with greed, fixated on Orson. If the newbie vige didn''t restrict PvP, Orson had no doubt they''d swarm him to kill and loot everything.


    ---


    [Pinoc''s Spirit Staff]


    Level: 10


    ss: Mage


    Magic Attack: 70


    Attack Speed: 0.78


    Effect: Recovers 3 MP per second


    Set Bonus (3 pieces): +120 HP, +150 MP


    Set Bonus (6 pieces): +200 HP, +300 MP


    ---


    "Hmph. It has MP regeneration, but 3 points? That''s pathetic."


    Orson shook his head with slight disappointment.


    Weapons with MP regeneration are valuable, but this was useless to him. If it regenerated MP by percentage, then it would have been a different story.


    In Infinite Dimensions, yers could equip six armor pieces and four essories. However, only heroic-tier or above gear came with set bonuses. Collecting three or six matching pieces would activate extra stat boosts, with rarer sets even unlocking awakening skills.


    The mana boost on this staff didn''t matter to Orson, but the HP boost was decent. Still, as someone who specialized in long-range attacks, he wasn''t nning to engage in meleebat any time soon.


    Besides the staff, the boss had also dropped three Level 10 blue armor pieces. Orson promptly listed them in the auction house.


    Low-level gear like this was only transitional; its value would plummet after the opening phase of the game. Selling it now made the most sense.


    ---


    ThunderStrike: "Wait¡­ You''re a yer?"


    Orson nced at the swordsman blocking his path.


    To avoid unnecessary trouble, he calmly shook his head. "Official test personnel. Designation 404."


    Ever since learning the truth behind Infinite Dimensions, Orson no longer identified himself as a "yer."


    In three years, the term "yer" would cease to exist. Instead, people would face life-and-death trials as "challengers."


    "Phew¡­ Scared the crap outta me. I knew it! There''s no way this game lets yers get this OP¡ªit''d be totally unbnced."


    A collective sigh of relief swept through the crowd. If a Level 7 newbie mage could take down a boss from hundreds of meters away, it''d be game over for everyone else.


    ---n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    ThunderStrike: "Hey, mind if we talk?"


    Orson eyed the [SSR] prefix in the swordsman''s username, sneering inwardly as he pocketed his loot and walked away.


    "Listen, since the staff dropped in the game, our SSR guild master¡ªhe''s a mage¡ªmight want it. Name your price."


    The berserker caught up to Orson, switching to private chat.


    "You can buy it, but I won''t sell it to your guild," Orson replied meaningfully.


    "What''s that supposed to mean? Who do you think you are, acting all high and mighty?" ThunderStrike fumed, his tone growing hostile.


    Without another word, Orson muted him.


    Many yers disyed guild prefixes in their names, and this swordsman was clearly one of SSR Guild''sckeys.


    Orson''s history with the SSR Guild ran deep.


    In Sword and Conquest, he''d brought countless honors to this guild. But in the end, he was scapegoated and betrayed, left to bear the stigma of match-fixing.


    In his past life, Orson had been powerless against the overwhelming force of capital. But now, things were different.


    "You framed me for throwing matches and ruined my name. Just wait¡ªI''ll settle this debt with interest." Orson smirked coldly.


    ---


    Back at the vige, he submitted his main quest and listed the staff at a starting bid of 20 gold coins, with a two-hour auction window.


    To avoid being stalked by other yers, Orson logged out, took a hot shower, and got some rest.


    ---


    At dawn, he re-entered the game.


    "You have new mail. Please check your inbox!"


    "Your auctioned item has been sold."


    "Your auctioned item has been sold."


    ¡­


    The moment Orson logged in, five notification messages appeared. He opened his inbox to review the transactions.

 Chapter 7 7: Clearing the Field with Me?

    **ShatteredCrown:** "Hello, 911? I think someone''s scamming me here."


    ShatteredCrown kept checking Orson''s ID, verifying that it really was the same guy who sold him the staff. Otherwise, he would''ve left the party ages ago.


    "Bro, how about I give you some extra gold and you find a few Level 10 yers to help us farm monsters?"


    Orson replied with augh, "Rx, boss. Just sit tight and get ready for a smooth ride."


    Orson held his patience a moment longer and added, "Are you sure you don''t want to bring along a couple of friends for some AFK chat time?"


    ShatteredCrown was exasperated. "Could you just focus on leveling us up? Or I''ll help fight, if that''s what you need."


    He waspletely over it¡ªbeing scammed was one thing, but wasting leveling time? That would be a real disaster. If he fell too far behind, his friends would mock him to no end.


    Orson shook his head and declined the offer. He led ShatteredCrown into the *Mist Forest*, where they found the monster farming zones.


    **[Spectral Wolf: Level 8]**


    **HP:** 700/700


    **Attack Power:** 40


    **Skill:** Fearsome Combo


    A spectral wolf, with a dark and ghostly appearance, emerged. The monsters here were much stronger than those in the starting vige, so most yers formed parties to farm them. In fact, Orson could see at least three different groups farming around him.


    **ShatteredCrown:** "These spots are packed. Let''s find a quieter area."


    Orson smirked, "No worries¡ªthey can''t outfarm me."


    "Unbelievable. A Level 7 mage bringing a Level 1 noob here? You want to die? Get lost!"


    Nearby, a Level 9 archer nced over disdainfully, pulling off three quick shots to pull in aggro from a distance. His six-man party was well-coordinated, and they lured in a pack of eight Spectral Wolves.


    The tank, a knight, roared and used a basic taunt skill to draw the monsters'' attention, while the priest healed him. The others focused on dealing maximum damage to the wolves.


    Orson observed the team. From their coordination and setup, it was clear they were experienced yers who knew what they were doing.


    "Uh¡­ Orson, these monsters are a bit much. Maybe we should back off," ShatteredCrown whispered, already feeling nervous.


    But Orson just grinned at the archer''s team. "Thanks for gathering the monsters for me."


    He raised his basic staff, channeling fiery magic, and unleashed three consecutive fireballs in the middle of the wolf pack.


    -55


    -55


    ...


    The archer chuckled dismissively, watching Orson attempt to steal their kill. "Not bad, kid. You learned an AoE spell pretty quick, but that''s still not enough."


    In *Infinite Dimensions*, kill-stealing happened all the time. Typically, the yer or party that attracted the monster''s initial aggro got full experience upon the kill. However, if the other party''s damage output far exceeded that of the original group, they could overtake the aggro and secure the kill.


    "Is that so?" Orson smiled slightly.


    -704!


    Instantly, a terrifying string of red numbers appeared over the wolves, and all eight were dead in an instant.


    **"You have in [Spectral Wolf]. EXP +30"**


    **"You have in [Spectral Wolf]."**


    **"Your level has increased to Level 3."**


    "What the¡­"


    What kind of damage was that? What kind of farming efficiency?


    Is that even a yer?


    ShatteredCrown stared, eyes wide in disbelief. Just moments ago, he''d been skeptical about Orson''s abilities. Now, he''d gone from Level 1 to Level 3 in one move.


    ShatteredCrown was starting to seriously doubt if they were even ying the same game.


    **"Your level has increased to Level 8."**


    After grinding through waves of Level 5 Goblin undead, Orson had already gained a ton of experience. Although the boss summons had provided reduced EXP, he should''ve reached Level 9 if he''d been grinding normal monsters.


    He allocated all his stat points into Magic Attack, and upgraded his **zing Burn** skill to Level 8, which now dealt 8% of his MP as burn damage. This allowed him to deal a devastating 800+ damage with each burn effect.


    The six-man party looked on, dumbfounded, unable to process what they were seeing.


    **Reckless Rogue** dropped his jaw. "Holy¡­ What kind of freak show is this?"


    Orson then became a merciless farming machine. He didn''t care who else was around¡ªhe burned down any monster he saw and moved on to the next. Ethics? Courtesy? Those were just other people''s limits. His mind was calm, without the slightest hint of guilt.


    The archer''s party initially tried topete, but after five minutes without gaining a single EXP point, they gave up. Orson was actually saving them time by pulling all the monsters toward him.


    "Boss, why don''t you bring in a few more people? Might as well fill up those extra slots. I''ll even give you a 12% discount."n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Orson pocketed the silver coins and items on the ground, looking at ShatteredCrown with a dead-serious expression.


    ShatteredCrown stood there,pletely disoriented. Stammering, he replied, "G-give me a minute. I do have a few friends who were sleeping. I''ll get them in!"


    "Don''t go anywhere, Master! You better not leave me here!" ShatteredCrown quickly added Orson as a friend, terrified that his newfound powerhouse would vanish. He reminded Orson repeatedly to stay put.


    Orson nodded with a sigh. Time is money, after all.


    Orson nced around the other farming spots, noticing they were mostly upied by guild parties. He sent a message in the local chat: "I''ll be using the three Spectral Wolf farming spots in the northeast for the next hour. Apologies for any inconvenience."


    ShatteredCrown froze for a second. "Damn, just clearing the field like that? You''re ruthless, man."


    Immediately, someone replied in the chat.


    **ElderEsctor**: "Oh? Do you think our Holy Cliff Guild doesn''t exist?"


    **Skysher**: "And what guild are you from, so arrogant? Our Dragon''s Kiss Guild fears no one. Try taking our spots if you dare."


    The Mist Forest had six Spectral Wolf spawn points. Dragon''s Kiss controlled three of them, with another one taken by Holy Cliff Guild. All the other yers had to fight over the remaining two spots.


    This wasmon during the game''s opening period. Big guilds had more yers and better gear, leaving casual yers with no chance topete.


    Orson''s expression darkened. In his previous life, the top guild **Dragon''s Kiss** had dominated *Infinite Dimensions* right fromunch. Currently, a third of the top 50 yers in the rankings were from Dragon''s Kiss, a guild backed by a multibillion-dor corporation. Naturally, they acted as ruthlessly as they pleased.


    "Oh, I was going to leave you two spots. But since you asked for it, I''ll take all four."


    Orson replied with a cold smile. Now that his former killers had shown up, he had no reason to hold back.


    Let''s see who can be more ruthless.


    **Skysher**: "You''re lucky we can''t kill here, or I''d have ughtered you by now, punk."


    **ElderEsctor**: "C''mon, bring it on if you''ve got the guts! Just standing there trash-talking?"


    The guild leaders mocked Orson in the area chat while farming monsters, assuming he was all talk. Orson said nothing, focusing instead on surveying the terrain.


    **Reckless Rogue**: "You''re a strong mage, man. Why not join us? We can go hunt higher-level monsters."


    The archer from earlier, now impressed by Orson, tried to recruit him. He even booted another random mage from his party to make room.


    "No, thanks," Orson replied without hesitation.


    Reckless Rogue frowned, eyeing Orson like he was an idiot. "I''ll admit, you''re good, but going solo against those guilds is just suicide."


    Orson looked at him coldly. "Just watch."


    Reckless Rogue scoffed. "Yeah, right. Good luck not getting ganked out of the game."


    Ignoring him, Orson began marking coordinates on his map and estimating the angles he needed for his basic attacks. His n was simple: everyone wanted to fight for the mobs? Fine. He''d just take the entire field for himself.


    With a ridiculous range of 1,022 meters, Orson could cover almost half of the *Mist Forest*. Plus, with his 10,300 MP and a five-second cooldown on his Triple Fireball, he could bombard four monster spawn points continuously.


    Even if he couldn''t lock onto targets precisely from that range, it didn''t matter. As long as he kept casting, he''d eventually hit every freshly spawned Spectral Wolf.

 Chapter 8 8：So Many Girls

    **"Your friend ShatteredCrown has logged in."**


    Ten minutester, ShatteredCrown showed up in the *Mist Forest* with a small group.


    **"UltimateSweetheart has requested to join your party."**


    **"BigBaby has requested to join your party."**


    **"LittleBaby..."**


    Orson blinked at the party requests. What the... they were all girls? And what''s with these usernames¡­?


    Thest request was even more outrageous¡ªa girl with the ID **YoungMaster''sckStockings**. What kind of yer even chooses a name like that?


    Damn!


    He''d told ShatteredCrown to bring a few friends, not a whole posse of girls. What kind of joke was this? A stab to the heart of every lonely single guy out there!


    Orson''s face darkened as ShatteredCrown finally arrived with four girls, each around Level 5.


    These girls were tall, with fair skin, beautiful faces, and figures that were¡­ very distracting. Even though Orson knew these were likely just avatars, for all he knew, they might be way less appealing in real life.


    Still, the sight of four gorgeous girls surrounding ShatteredCrown was a little¡­ hard to swallow.


    Orson''s expression grew serious as jealousy burned inside him.


    Rich people have it all, don''t they? Most guys are lucky to have even one girl to game with, but this dude brings four? Four! That''s just unfair!


    Orson couldn''t take it anymore and gave ShatteredCrown an ultimatum: "The slot fee is now 500,000 yuan with a 12% discount. That''s 440 gold, payable upfront!"


    "Money''s no issue, Master," ShatteredCrown replied confidently. Seeing Orson''sposed andmanding aura, he instantly felt that Orson seemed even more impressive.


    **UltimateSweetheart**, a knight, yawned and muttered, "A gaming expert? Where? I don''t see anyone special."


    **BigBaby:** "Yeah, like this guy could really carry us? Brace yourself, he''ll probably need saving."


    **YoungMaster''sckStockings:** "Young Master¡­ why didn''t you eat the breakfast I made for you? I''m so heartbroken!"


    The little girl avatar, **LittleBaby**, eyed Orson warily and said, "North Prince, this is another scam, isn''t it? Last time, someone told you they were the God of Magic''s personal disciple, and you ended up paying five million in training fees."


    ShatteredCrown countered, "He really is strong, I''m telling you! Super strong!"


    "North Prince?" Orson froze, then looked more closely at their IDs and cautiously asked, "Wait¡­ Is your real name Kong Beijun by any chance?"


    **ShatteredCrown:** "Whoa, Master, you''ve heard of me?"


    Orson was stunned, suddenly recalling the infamouswsuit he''d heard about years ago while ying *Sword and Conquest*. Thewsuit alleged that he''d scammed a certain **North Prince of The King Family** out of five million...


    "This is wild. He''s *Peacock King* himself!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Orson took a sharp breath. This ''big fish'' was actually one of New York''s four wealthiest young heirs, the crown prince of The King Family!


    Kong Beijun, blessed with both immense wealth and good fortune in romance, was one of the legendary figures on the national leaderboard.


    And, ironically, he was also the first idiot hardcore-mode wizard to die at the hands of a subus.


    The guy had only been 21 when he''d died, but he had the kind of romantic life most basement-dwelling gamers could only dream of.


    "Ahem. I may have read about you on a forum post or two." Orson coughed, a bit embarrassed.


    "Haha, online rumors are just urban legends about me," ShatteredCrownughed proudly. "But I see you admire the God of Magic too! Only a true fan would use the same ID as my master, Orgod."


    Please.


    Orson rolled his eyes. Like he''d ever taken on a disciple like this!


    In his past life, this "Peacock King" had only be powerful thanks to the near-limitless resources of The King Family. Otherwise, what kind of high-level wizard would die to a subus?


    **UltimateSweetheart** chuckled and teased, "You really think he''s worth paying for? Are you sure this isn''t your 38th time being conned?"


    "No way! I swear this time''s different!" ShatteredCrown straightened up, showing off hisvish young-master attitude. Orson looked at his foolishly confident face and couldn''t help thinking how great it must be to be rich.


    With a jingle, 440 goldnded in his ount.


    Orson breathed a sigh of relief. With the money he''d earned from selling his equipment, he could finally cover his sister''s surgery fees in one go!


    **LittleBaby** raised an eyebrow and muttered, "A solo carry for five? Sure..."


    "Just hush and let the Master work," ShatteredCrown replied confidently.


    "Oh, I''m the one who talks too much? Maybe if you weren''t so clueless, I wouldn''t have to."


    ShatteredCrown red at her but didn''t hold up for more than two seconds before she scolded him into silence.


    Even the top yers around Level 10 could only carry at most a four-person party for leveling; any more, and even they might struggle. Plus, their team didn''t have a single healer. No matter how many potions they packed, a frail mage wouldn''t be able to tank all that monster damage.


    Orson quickly sent a message to the area chat: "Reserving the farming spot for an hour, thanks for your cooperation."


    **Skysher:** "Screw you! Get lost!"


    Orson just smirked andunched a triple fireball directly into Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s farming area.


    **Boom!**


    A fiery explosion lit up the mist as Skysher and his team were stunned. Three fireballs detonated right beside them, instantly wiping out a pack of six Spectral Wolves.


    **"You have in [Spectral Wolf]. EXP +20."**


    ...


    **UltimateSweetheart**''s mocking smile froze as she looked at Orson in shock. "He killed Level 8 monsters in one hit?"


    **BigBaby:** "And with AoE damage, no less. This¡­ is terrifying."


    **UltimateSweetheart:** "Oh my god, what''s his range? It''s way beyond other mages!"


    Orson chuckled inwardly. Just a few times the range? At one kilometer, he had the entire *Mist Forest* area locked down, leaving only a sliver of space for other yers. As for Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s farming spots, those were going to be his prime targets.


    **ElderEsctor:** "Who the hell has a death wish? We were minding our business¡ªwho''s ambushing us?!"


    **Skysher:** "Damn it! I''m freaking haunted¡­"


    Orson''s relentless long-range bombardment kept hitting them, with each anguished scream from their side only helping him fine-tune his aim.


    Yes, the more urately he hit, the more furious the Dragon''s Kiss Guild members became in the area chat.


    *Infinite Dimensions* was hyper-realistic, and the area chat allowed nearby yers not only to see text messages but also to hear each other''s voices if close enough.


    For a true veteran like Orson, locating enemies by sound alone was a skill ingrained through years of experience.


    Except for **YoungMaster''sckStockings**, who kept whining about breakfast, ShatteredCrown''s three otherpanions were left speechless.


    They''d spent eight hours grinding in the newbie vige just to hit Level 5. Now, sitting back and doing nothing, they''d already reached Level 6 in ten minutes.


    But the scariest part was Orson. He hadn''t moved an inch, casting spells the whole time, and nobody even knew where his fireballs werending.


    They only saw shes of light in the mist as hordes of Spectral Wolves were obliterated.


    **ShatteredCrown** smirked and called out, "So? Tell me my buddy isn''t awesome! Worth every bit of that forty grand, right?"


    As background music yed, ShatteredCrown danced like he was at a concert, showing off shamelessly to the four girls.


    Orson cast a side-eye at the **Peacock King**, reveling in his harem. Damn it! He wanted to punt this guy off a cliff.


    After another half hour, they''d ughtered over 800 Spectral Wolves.


    Orson''s MP was about to break through 11,000, with his Level 8 **zing Burn** now dealing 880 damage per tick.


    Despite the split experience points from carrying five yers, ShatteredCrown leveled up to 5, and the girls reached Level 7. Monster experience was starting to drop off.


    Since he was casting spells continuously, his MP was draining quickly, so Orson paused to meditate and recover.


    At that moment, a loud voice rang out: **"I swear to God, where is this ''Orgod''? Get over here!"**


    From the mist, a knight d in green armor appeared, apanied by a female sword fighter.


    Dozens of elite guild yers emerged from the shadows, ring menacingly at Orson''s party. Although they hadn''t sustained any actual damage, their faces were covered in ash from Orson''s fireballs.

 Chapter 9 9: A Walking Treasure Chest

    "I''m here. Got a problem with that?" Orson looked up with a fearless expression.


    His calm tone made Skysher and his group frown. With thirty or forty people here, did this kid seriously not understand the situation?


    "So, you''re the one stealing our kills and slowing down our leveling progress? How do you n topensate us?" Skysher sneered.


    Orson smirked and responded with a single word: "Leave."


    ShatteredCrown and his friends were stunned, exchanging nces. "Wait¡­ Master really just told off Dragon''s Kiss Guild without a second thought?"


    "Oh, I like this guy''s attitude." **UltimateSweetheart** smiled with a hint of admiration in her eyes as she watched Orson.


    **ElderEsctor:** "Oh, you''re a tough one, huh? Fine, everyone get ready to go red and clear the field!"


    ShatteredCrown groaned at this, mumbling, "Sometimes it''s better to live to fight another day. Master, let''s fall back for now. I can rally a few hundred people, and then we cane back to deal with them."


    Orson cast ShatteredCrown a sideways nce. "Are you scared?"


    ShatteredCrown: "Scared of them? Please! It''s just that I''m still low-level, so fighting is a bit inconvenient. And, well¡­ I may be carrying a bit too much ammo. Dying now could be¡­ bad."


    The *Mist Forest* was outside the safety zone of the newbie vige, so attacking other yers would incur a **Notoriety Value** and turn one''s name red.


    Once a yer''s Notoriety Value reached a certain limit, NPCs would refuse to provide services, forcing the yer to buy expensive items from the ck market. They''d also be hunted by imperial guards.


    But being a red-name yer also had a perk¡ªif they killed other yers, they''d have an increased chance to drop the victim''s items, including a percentage of their gold. One death could cost a yer 5-10% of their carried gold.


    Many skilled but ruthless yers chose the red-name route to hunt wealthy solo yers for a quick fortune. However, the risk for red-names was also high, as they would lose three times as much when killed in return.


    Orson paused and asked in a private message, "How much gold did you deposit?"


    ShatteredCrown hesitated before replying sheepishly, "I just dropped twenty thousand gold..."


    "Twenty¡­ million yuan?!"


    Orson broke into a cold sweat as ShatteredCrown nodded. This guy really was rich and clueless!


    With twenty thousand gold, a single death could result in a loss of up to two thousand gold, or a whopping two million yuan! Orson almost wanted to bow down¡ªno wonder this "Peacock King" was destined to die at the hands of a subus. Right now, he was practically a mobile goldmine. Kill him once, and yers across the server would pay their respects and thank him for the blessing!


    Skysher grinned maliciously. "If youpensate us with, say, 200 gold, we''ll call it even."


    **ElderEsctor:** "Or you could try running back to the safe zone and wait us out. We can be here all day."


    Orson scoffed. "Eat dirt."


    Skysher sneered, "Wow, got a real mouth on you, kid."


    Did they seriously think he''d cough up 200 gold? That''s 200,000 yuan! Did they think he owned a bank?


    "Either pay up, or prepare to get killed out of this game. Our L&H Guild doesn''t let things go."


    **ElderEsctor** sneered, stepping into the area just outside the safe zone, where her name turned red.


    "You all leave the party," Orson said, turning to ShatteredCrown and his friends.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "How can I let you fight alone? I''ll be your tank, and you handle the damage¡­" **UltimateSweetheart**, a knight, readied her wooden shield and moved to stand in front of Orson.


    But before anyone could react, Orson promptly kicked each of them from the party.


    ShatteredCrown was stunned. "Whoa, man! What about loyalty? How am I supposed to show my face after this?"


    Hispanions stared at Orson, bewildered. Orson shrugged. "This is a job for the hired muscle. The clients don''t need to get involved."


    Meanwhile, the yers from Dragon''s Kiss Guild and L&H Guild went red and circled around to cut off Orson''s escape. If he managed to retreat to the safe zone, they''d be left empty-handed.


    **Skysher:** "Leave the mage to Dragon''s Kiss Guild. You guys take care of the girls!"


    **ElderEsctor:** "Fine by me."


    "The girls?" ShatteredCrown''s sense of masculinity was under attack, and he shouted, "I''m a man, dammit! Do you even have eyes?"


    **ElderEsctor:** "Oh, so you''re the one who outbid my wife for that hero-tier staffst night?"


    ShatteredCrown retorted, "Back off, you tomboy!"


    ElderEsctor eyed ShatteredCrown''s weapon greedily, stepping closer. At Level 5 and without armor, ShatteredCrown was easy prey for her as a Level 9 sword fighter in green-tier gear.


    "Great, I''m about to get robbed," ShatteredCrownmented. Losing some gold was one thing, but the disgrace of a New York elite being humiliated like this was worse.


    Orson pointed his staff at ElderEsctor and fired a weak basic attack.


    -12


    ElderEsctor blinked, then burst intoughter. "That''s it? That''s your big move?"


    -795!


    A blood-red damage number exploded over her head, and she staggered, her body engulfed in mes as **zing Burn** rapidly drained her health.


    "This can''t be happening!!" ElderEsctor panicked. Even with her green-tier equipment providing decent magic resistance and HP, she only survived one burn tick before a second hit turned her to ash.


    ShatteredCrown cheered, "My brother is unstoppable!"


    UltimateSweetheart gasped. "What a monster¡ªhe just one-shotted a sword fighter with basic attacks."


    "Over a thousand HP, wiped out in one hit?"


    The L&H Guild members were dumbstruck, staring at Orson in fear of his insane damage output.


    "Next," Orson said calmly, picking up a blue-tier greatsword that had dropped from ElderEsctor and passing it to ShatteredCrown for safekeeping.


    Skysher''s eyes widened, though rather than fear, he looked excited. Just as he''d guessed¡ªthis mage must be packing some incredible equipment!


    **Skysher:** "All of you, charge! Kill him¡ªhe''s got epic gear!"


    To one-shot a Level 9 sword fighter as a Level 8 mage? That gear must be extraordinary.


    Everyone''s eyes burned with greed. In *Infinite Dimensions*, big spenders were everywhere, and if they could snag Orson''s gear and put it on the auction house¡­


    Mansions, women, luxury cars¡ªanything they wanted would be theirs.


    The entire group surged toward Orson.


    Orsonughed. If grinding monsters was too slow, why not just farm these red-names bringing him their gear?


    Surging with fire magic, his six-pointed star totem shone brightly in the mist.


    **Boom! Boom! Boom!**


    Triple fireballs exploded, wiping out an entire party, leaving behind a heap of loot.


    Skysher broke into a cold sweat. This terrifying long-range firepower was something else; calling Orson a human boss wouldn''t be an exaggeration.


    But as core yers of Dragon''s Kiss Guild, they knew mages had weaknesses, and Orson''s HP was only 230. If they could get close, any one of them could cut him down with two hits.


    Orson chuckled, seeing through their strategy. They wanted to get close, exploiting his low HP to overpower him.


    But with the mist as cover, it would be hard for their ranged attacks to target him urately.


    "Come on then, let''s see what you''ve got," he taunted, slipping into the fog.


    "Well, I guess we don''t really have a role to y now," said LittleBaby with a pout, watching Orson disappear.


    **BigBaby**, a cool-headed woman, sighed. "We should move. If he gets surrounded, his damage won''t save him from melee."


    ShatteredCrown furrowed his brow, torn. Then, an unassuming girl in their group, **DivineChef**, spoke up, "The conglomerate behind Dragon''s Kiss Guild has ties with The King Family. It''s best not to get involved in this mess, young master."


    "Shut up! They want to mess with my brother? I don''t care who they are¡ªI''m not backing down!" ShatteredCrown gritted his teeth, clutching his starter staff and charging into the mist after Orson.


    UltimateSweetheart rolled her eyes. "Idiot."


    With ShatteredCrown stubbornly rushing in to support Orson, they had no choice but to follow him into the fog.

 Chapter 10 10: Come at Me with Your Skills!

    "Mages have low agility; he can''t get far! After him!" Skysher yelled as he chased Orson into the mist, immediately ordering his team to spread out and surround him.


    "Skysher... watch out!" a teammate shouted.


    With a loud crash, a massive tree toppled down in front of Skysher, nearly taking him out.


    In *Infinite Dimensions*, the game''s physics were almost as realistic as real life, with objects capable of being destroyed and environmental hazards that could deal devastating damage to yers, especially during the early stages of the game.


    Skysherughed scornfully, "Is that all you''ve got? You think you can take down Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s future top tank with this? Pathetic!"


    "You''re overthinking it," Orson''s voice echoed from the mist, mocking him. One by one, he knocked down severalrge trees, forcing Skysher and his team to dodge and scatter.


    Everyone knew that mages were vulnerable in closebat; getting into melee range was usually fatal for them. But Orson had a clear strategy, manipting the terrain to create obstacles that gave him optimal attack angles.


    The fallen trees formed barriers ahead of Skysher and his group, while Orson slipped around like a ghost, hurling attacks from a distance. As one of the sword fighters tried to leap over the fallen trees, Orson hit him with a st, killing him in seconds. His body vanished in a sh of white light.


    "Damn it! What kind of gear gives him that kind of damage?" Skysher was rmed, ordering his ranged teammates to cover him as he and his melee fighters charged at full speed.


    Arrows and fireballs flew towards Orson, who calmly took a few steps back, letting all the attacks explode harmlessly in front of him. Unscathed, he taunted them with a smirk, "Your team''s range is just as short as yours, bro."


    The melee fighters gritted their teeth. In *Infinite Dimensions*, knights had the highest defense but were limited to about two meters of attack range, which made them simr to rogues in their short reach.


    "The bastard''s keeping us just out of range¡­ but how is he hitting us from beyond normal mage distance?" one of Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s ranged yers muttered in disbelief.


    Everyone knew that some sses gained extra range when they advanced, but Orson was just a Level 8 mage!


    Skysher pressed on, refusing to let up. Orson, however, kept a steady 21-meter gap, keeping them perpetually out of reach. Taunting them further, heunched another volley of fireballs, the scorching heat washing over his pursuers.


    Skysher''s tank, WarTyrant, was anxious. He remembered all too well how the L&H Guild''s vice president had died horrifically to this mage''s fireballs. And as tough as he was, even he wasn''t sure he could survive it.


    "Skysher, I''ll cover you. Just grab the loot," shouted one of his teammates, a sword fighter, who charged forward to take the brunt of the attack. Unsurprisingly, he was immediately burned to ashes.


    As he watched his teammate go down, Skysher roared in fury, "If I don''t kill you until you rage-quit, I swear I''ll eat dirt!"


    Orson''s gaze sharpened. It was no wonder Dragon''s Kiss Guild had be the top guild in the U.S. in his previous life. Their members had a level of trust and coordination that far surpassed most other guilds.


    After all, it took serious dedication for someone to willingly sacrifice themselves and lose experience points this early in the game just to cover a teammate.


    "Impressive. You''ve earned a bit of my respect¡­" Orson said with a twisted smile. "So, I''ll make sure you die quicker."


    "You cocky bastard! You''re dead!!" Skysher snarled, his eyes burning with hatred. Suddenly, Orson sensed a killing intent behind him¡ªthree dark shadows had slipped up, silent and deadly. They were rogues!


    But Orson was no ordinary yer. In the brutal hardcore mode, he''d survived for two years in nothing but scrap gear. His instincts were far beyond those of typical yers.


    In *Infinite Dimensions*, rogues had a stealth skill from Level 1 that allowed them to sneak up on targets for 10 seconds. If theynded a hit on vital areas like the head or heart, the attack had a high chance of dealing critical damage. However, due to their high equipment and skill requirements, as well as the sneaky nature of their ystyle, rogues were one of the least popr sses.


    Still, encountering three rogues at once was unexpected, even for Orson.


    One rogue closed in, his dagger gleaming coldly, so close Orson could feel the icy edge at his back.


    Just as the dagger sliced through the air, the rogue realized something was wrong¡ªthe strike missed!


    "Looking for someone?" Orson''s voice came from above. The rogue looked up in shock to see Orson, his ck hair flowing, floating midair with his staff aimed directly at him. A six-pointed star glowed on the rogue''s forehead.


    *Bang!*


    -40


    -950!


    Headshot.


    "A mid-air attack¡­ What kind of move is that?!" Dragon''s Kiss Guild members'' jaws dropped.


    ShatteredCrown arrived just in time to see the move, shouting, "Damn! Airborne kill!"


    The girls in his party were equally stunned. The game had only been live for two days, and most yers were still fumbling around with basic attacks. Yet here was Orson, dealing boss-level damage and outying the rogues, the mage''s supposed worst enemies.


    Most shocking of all was that Orson could multitask so seamlessly, even attacking mid-air. In a full-dive game like *Infinite Dimensions*, yers'' neuralworks were directly linked to the game. Casting spells and aiming required concentration, or else they''d face magical bacsh, failed attacks, or other penalties.


    For Orson to pull off such stunts was beyond normalprehension.


    While top yers from the SSR Guild could pull off impressive multitasking moves in other games, there was only one mage in *Sword and Conquest* who had taken it to this level: **Orgod**.


    Two years ago, in the world finals, Orgod, the world''s most powerful mage, had nearly single-handedly turned the tide with his ultimate forbidden spell, *Infernal Purgatory*, summoning eight elemental clones tounch a desperate attack that almost defeated the world champions.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    "I feel like I''m seeing my master''s shadow¡­" ShatteredCrown whispered, captivated. He''d watched that final match hundreds of times, memorizing every one of Orgod''s moves. The second Orson had jumped, his movements had ovepped with those of his idol.


    *Sighing*, Orson murmured, "Rogues and archers¡­ my least favorite sses."


    The two remaining rogues moved quickly to nk him, aiming to pin him down. Their synchronization and positioning were too well-executed to be amateurs.


    Orson shook his head. "Guess I''ll have to use my signature move: American Football Dodge."


    Unable to dodge conventionally, Orson unleashed a series of fireballs at the ground beside him. The explosion propelled him sideways, putting a good ten meters between him and the rogues.


    "Dude, is he a ghost or something?" ShatteredCrown muttered in shock.


    "What the heck? He''s using skills for movement¡­" Skysher''s face went pale, his mind reeling at Orson''s bizarre maneuver.


    Orson couldn''t help but chuckle at these newbies. The *Infinite Dimensions*bat system allowed for extreme flexibility, and using attack skills for movement was standard in hardcore mode.


    Whether it was magic, weapon skills, shield techniques, or assassination moves¡ªno matter how strong your stats were, if you couldn''t adapt inbat, you were doomed.


    Two fireballster, the two rogues fell, dropping nothing but a handful of copper coins.


    "Come on! Show me your moves. Let''s see how many teammates you''ve got left to take the hits." Orson pointed at Skysher, who went pale. The damage, the agility, the control¡ªthis guy was leagues ahead of them.


    Keeping a precise 21-meter distance, Orson continued to weave in and out, turning the hunt into an endless buffet at his convenience.

 Chapter 11 11: Its Orson?

    "Kid, you better watch yourself¡­ You''re on Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s hit list now!" Skysher growled before turning to flee. More than half of the guild''s thirty-odd membersy dead, and he could see the fight was hopeless.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "Run?" Orson couldn''t help butugh, his voice dripping with disdain. "Send as many from Dragon''s Kiss Guild as you want¡ªI''ll kill everyst one. Revive a thousand times, and I''ll kill you a thousand times."


    These fools went red-name and actually thought they could escape, showing their backs to him... They clearly had no clue just how far his range extended.


    "A ughter¡ªaplete and utter ughter! So satisfying!" ShatteredCrown cheered excitedly.


    Each time Orson swung his staff, fireballs turned into scythes of death, sending over a dozen souls back to the newbie vige.


    Skysher was blown off his feet by a barrage of fireballs, and he red at Orson from the ground. "Usher will deal with you. You''re dead!"


    Orson''s expression darkened. "The guild leader of Dragon''s Kiss Guild, huh? Don''t worry; I''ll kill him before he even gets a chance."


    In his past life, Orson had died at Usher''s hands, but this time, he was determined to strike first.


    "This guy''s tough," Orson muttered, slightly surprised. Skysher had over 2,200 HP and had survived three rounds of **zing Burn** before finally burning to death¡ªa testament to his tanky build.


    *Ding-dong¡ª*


    A pair of knight''s shoulder guards dropped from Skysher''s corpse.


    "Purple gear?" Orson raised an eyebrow and picked it up to check its stats.


    **[Savage Shoulder Guards]**


    Quality: Hero


    Level: 5


    ss: Knight


    Physical Defense: 30


    Magic Resistance: 30


    Effect: Regenerates 10 HP per second inbat.


    3-piece set bonus: +300 HP


    6-piece set bonus: +500 HP


    "Not bad. Too bad it''s only Level 5 gear."


    Orson nodded; it was a decent find. A Level 5 hero-grade piece like this could easily fetch four or five thousand dors.


    Just as he was about to list it on the Empire Auction House, he noticed **UltimateSweetheart** pouting at him, her eyes filled with longing.


    Orson instinctively took a step back, a bit wary that this bold woman might try to tackle him right there.


    **UltimateSweetheart**: "Ten thousand! Sell it to me! I love the look of those shoulder guards. So sexy!"


    **BigBaby**: "Ten thousand isn''t a bad deal. They''d go for about five thousand on the auction house."


    **LittleBaby** red at ShatteredCrown and huffed, "Well? Pay up!"


    The shoulder guards were adorned with two beastly horns, giving them a wild, primal look.


    ShatteredCrown mumbled, "Hey, I didn''t say anything! I just thought¡­ maybe the orc style is a bit¡­ barbaric?"


    **LittleBaby** shot him a deadly re, threatening to drill a hole in his head if he didn''t keep quiet.


    "How about 100 gold, brother?" ShatteredCrown asked Orson with a hopeful expression.


    Orson found the whole scene confusing. He couldn''t quite figure out the dynamics between these people, but ShatteredCrown certainly seemed like a punching bag. Maybe rich kids had a thing for getting bossed around?


    Seeing the price was reasonable, Orson epted the deal.


    With a jingle, 100 goldnded in his ount.


    Orson continued gathering loot from the battlefield. In addition to Skysher''s purple gear, he''dted five green items, two blue items, and eight gold from wiping out the Dragon''s Kiss and L&H guild members.


    Not a bad haul at all!


    If going red didn''t restrict him frompleting certain quests in the early game, he''d have considered farming Dragon''s Kiss Guild for gear nonstop.


    For now, he went back to farming **Spectral Wolves** with his VIP clients, nning to finish ShatteredCrown''s task first.


    Meanwhile, chaos was erupting on the world chat.


    **yer A:** "Damn, I''m shook. Look at the world chat! Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s third battalion just got farmed like wild monsters."


    **yer B:** "Knew it! Some guilds were bound to get wrecked eventually. Now they''ve even lost purple gear!"


    **yer F:** "6666, I''ve heard of this guy. He''s the one farming goblins like a beast. Skysher, why so quiet all of a sudden?"


    ---


    **Dragon''s Kiss Guild Club Headquarters**


    "Report. What exactly happened out there?" A cold-faced man in a ck suit opened a video call.


    "It''s not our fault, boss! We did everything we could, but this guy has a passive that does over 1,000 DPS! No one canst two seconds against him!" A middle-aged man on the screen looked dejected, his imposing demeanor as a guild officer nowhere to be seen.


    "Oh please, my Level 13 water mage barely does 300 DPS," scoffed an aloof, attractive woman with her legs crossed. "And you''re telling me some random mage can hit over 1,000? Who are you trying to fool?"


    She continued icily, "Losing tens of thousands in equipment is one thing, but you''ve also dragged the guild''s reputation down. Can you take responsibility for that?"


    "Yes, I admit I underestimated the opponent," Skysher conceded, red-faced.


    Had Orson been here, he would''ve immediately recognized the woman. She was **Ivy**, Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s lead mage and a professional yer.


    Back in *Sword and Conquest*, Orson had faced her in the national quarterfinals. Despite her ss advantage, she''d been ruthlessly crushed by him.


    Usher furrowed his brow. "1,000 DPS? That''s high for this stage, but didn''t any of your six squads use tactics?"


    Skysher gave a bitterugh. "We tried, but this guy''s moves aren''t what you''d expect from a casual yer."


    With that, Skysher yed the recording of the fight, showing Orson leaping mid-air to kill the rogue, then using his skill to forcefully dodge.


    "See the issue here, Ivy?" Usher asked, eyes narrowing as he paused the video.


    Ivy was captivated by Orson''s moves, her eyes filled with amazement. After taking a deep breath, she admitted, "That''s professional-grade skill. There''s no doubt."


    She reyed the video several times, studying every detail. The fluidity of his movement, his impable control over attack range¡ªthis was master-level gamey!


    Even with her years in professional esports and experience facing top yers, Ivy found herself covered in goosebumps from watching him.


    "At minimum, that''s Tier 1, possibly even Tier 0 level y."


    Ivy''s face grew pale. Even through the screen, she could feel the immense pressure this yer exuded¡ªa confidence in his skill that allowed him to dominate his opponents with ease.


    Usher smirked, his expression calcting. "You''re missing the point."


    "Huh? I am?" Ivy was taken aback, worried that she''d embarrassed herself in front of her boss, potentially harming her standing within Dragon''s Kiss Guild.


    "Pause," Ushermanded, freezing the frame on the Level 8 mage''s face.


    "The key is here¡ªhis appearance," Usher said, a sly smile ying at his lips.


    "His appearance? He looks charismatic, but nothing extraordinary," Skysher and Ivy said, clearly confused by Usher''s focus.


    Usher chuckled, his eyes gleaming. "What, you don''t recognize him from a different game? He''s the only yer who never enhances his character''s looks. He must be gearing up for aeback."


    "No way! He was banned from all U.S. esports leagues!" Ivy''s voice shook as memories of that infamous yer''s silhouette flooded back.


    "That exins why he calls himself ''Orgod''," Skysher murmured. He''d dismissed it as a fanboy quirk but now realized he''d been facing the real deal.


    "*Infinite Dimensions* isn''t regted by the esports association. From what I understand, not even the government has the power to interfere with the game''s progression," Usher remarked.


    His skill was astonishing, hisposure unbreakable, and his consistency almost machine-like. This was the nightmare that haunted every pro yer''s dreams¡ªthe insurmountable figure that had crushed countless opponents.


    With a trembling voice, Ivy whispered, "He''s¡­ Orson!"


    Usher sipped his coffee, a smile dancing on his lips. "If I can''t recruit him to Dragon''s Kiss Guild¡­ then we''ll destroy him."

 Chapter 12 12:The Abandoned Riverbed

    To maximize their monster-farming efficiency, Orson led the team out of the Mist Forest.


    Quitting Smoking for Infinite Dimensions: "Guys, log out for a bit¡ªthe bastard mage is here taking over our spawn points again."


    Supernova Red: "Damn, this guy''s like a leech! I heard he''s a game admin helping people level up¡ªwhy isn''t thepany doing something about it?"


    In every new area, Orson called out to borrow monster spawn points. Nearby yers would grumble and curse, but their actions spoke louder¡ªthey all got out of his way. After all, if this guy had wiped out Dragon''s Kiss Guild, small guilds knew better than to pick a fight.


    Orson''s methods were definitely bold, but he kept his word: he only farmed at each spawn point for an hour, then moved on to the next.


    With Orson ensuring a consistent three-level difference from the monsters, ShatteredCrown''s experience intake was maxed out. Soon, Orson reached Level 10.


    [Centaur Warrior: Level 12]


    HP: 1500/1500


    Attack Power: 60


    Skill: Savage Charge


    In an abandoned riverbed, four Level 10 monsters emerged.


    Orson nced around, thinking, "There''s a decent quest here¡­ I''lle back for itter."


    "These guys seem aggressive, so watch out," ShatteredCrown warned.


    They had entered the Abandoned Riverbed, an area within the main city''s jurisdiction, where monsters were stronger than in previous zones. With no more newbie protections, these monsters would actively attack any yer entering their territory, raising the danger level considerably.


    UltimateSweetheart raised her newly acquired greatsword with a smirk, charging into the monsters'' attack range. "Come on, let''s see what you''ve got!"


    The centaurs moved swiftly, leaping at her and shing down.


    -110!


    -110!


    ¡­


    The centaurs lost only about 300 HP under her relentless shes, but UltimateSweetheart stood her ground despite their counterattacks, taunting them into staying close as she tanked the damage.


    Determined, LittleBaby readied her bow. "These things have a lot of health¡­ Let me help!"


    The two other girls joined in the fight as ShatteredCrown muttered, "If I could only use my hero staff, I''d clear these guys in seconds."


    Watching from the sidelines, Orson shook his head, feeling like a rich kid was dragging him out hunting in the wild, but he was patient, letting them experience the thrill of the hunt.


    After a tough battle, they took down one centaur warrior, only to have three more charge out from the bushes. The "noblewomen" with limitedbat experience were quickly overwhelmed.


    "Alright, enough ying around." Orson sighed.


    With a flick of his staff, three fireballs zed through the air, exploding in sparks.


    -1100!


    -1100!


    ¡­


    "You have killed Centaur Warrior. EXP +40"


    The fireballs'' impact,bined with burn damage, effortlessly wiped out the six centaur warriors.


    UltimateSweetheart huffed, ring at Orson. "Ugh, you''re no fun. Can''t you have a little sense of adventure?"


    BigBaby nodded in agreement. "Yeah! Isn''t the point of ying to go through tough fights and experience the joy of growth?"


    Orson was momentarily speechless. Since when was killing monsters quickly a bad thing?


    He chuckled to himself, realizing just how naive the wealthy could be. To them, it was only a game; reasoning with them was pointless.


    In his past life, after the Peacock King was seduced and killed by a subus, The King Family fell from grace. The women around him met tragic fates; some were even captured by rival guilds and sacrificed to demon gods.


    After a moment''s hesitation, Orson turned to ShatteredCrown and said meaningfully, "If these girls mean something to you, then you''d better get strong, fast."


    ShatteredCrown frowned, looking at Orson with the nk, clueless look of a college kid. He didn''t understand why Orson was being so serious about a game, but he kept his thoughts to himself.


    As he watched Orson rapidly fire off his chain-fireballs, his unspoken question gnawed at him: Was this guy really the person he admired so much?


    After three hours, they emerged from the Abandoned Riverbed with the main city of Pondenor looming ahead.


    Orson had reached Level 12, while ShatteredCrown, the lowest-leveled among them, had hit Level 10,pleting the power-leveling task on time.


    "Whoa¡­ so this is Pondenor, the nearest city to the newbie vige? It''s massive!" The group gazed at the majestic city on the horizon.


    "Hehe, I finally hit Level 11! Thanks, handsome!" UltimateSweetheart grinned, thanking him.


    "No problem. A job''s a job, and I appreciate the business." Orson smiled. Along the way, he''d picked up six decent Level 5 blue items, which he sold to ShatteredCrown''s group for a bundle price of 20 gold.


    ShatteredCrown: "Don''t mention it, man. Next time I need help with a tough dungeon, I''m calling you."


    Orson nodded. Despite ShatteredCrown''s cluelessness, the guy had a steady stream of girls by his side¡ªa connection worth keeping.


    Calcting his coins and his bank bnce, Orson realized he now had enough to cover his sister Sienna''s surgery, with a bit left over. He nned to log offter that night and pay the hospital fee, so Sienna wouldn''t have to worry about money anymore.


    His Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye had reached 14,000 proficiency points, and zing Burn was maxed out at 10% MP burn damage, allowing him to melt Level 10 monsters in a second.


    [Normal Boss: White-Scaled Giant Python: Level 10]


    HP: 18,000/18,000


    Attack Power: 150


    Skills: Frenzied Strike, Poison Spread


    Seven suspension bridges led to the main city, each guarded by a giant python boss¡ªa major barrier for yers trying to leave the newbie area.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    ThatOneNight: "C''mon, one more try! We''ve gotta kill this scaly beast!"


    DanceLover: "Please, no more. This is impossible. My teammates get poisoned faster than I can heal."


    ¡­


    Hundreds of yers were stuck at the bridge. Many were already over Level 10, yet the White-Scaled Python had been blocking their path for hours.


    "Heal me! Come on, what''s the third healer doing?" someone yelled.


    "Shut up, man, I''m healing as fast as I can!"


    Orson watched, dumbfounded at the yers'' tactics.


    The python''s Poison Spread skill was lethal, so one team had assembled a setup of three healers, one tank, and two ranged DPS to try to grind down the boss''s 18,000 HP.


    However, the python emitted a debuff aura that reduced yers'' healing received by 50%. The longer the fight dragged on, the more ineffective their heals would be. With a three-healer team, their damage output was nearly nonexistent.


    This boss was clearly designed to test yers''bat skills and damage output.


    As one healer after another fell, Orson couldn''t help butment, "Didn''t anyone read the skill descriptions? You won''t beat it like this."


    "You think you''re so smart? If you can do better, prove it!" shouted thest-standing tank, who was paralyzed by poison, only his mouth still working.


    ShatteredCrown chuckled. "You''re gonna make me dieughing! Do you know who you''re talking to? My guy could solo this boss without breaking a sweat."


    "Solo? Pffft¡­ delusional."


    "Solo a White-Scaled Python? Even the best yers from SSR Guild wouldn''t stand a chance!"


    "Get real, man. Total noob vibes."


    Hearing ShatteredCrown''s words, the nearby yers all scoffed, openly mocking Orson.


    Orson just sighed, turning to ShatteredCrown. "Want me to weaken the boss for you? I''ll leave once it''s low on health."


    "Aren''t you heading to the main city?" ShatteredCrown asked, surprised.


    "I still have some unfinished quests in the newbie vige." Orson nced at the Abandoned Riverbed marked on his map, deep in thought.


    There was a special Level 10 dungeon activation point there with a unique activation condition. If he crossed the bridge into the main city without doing it, the hidden rewards would disappear. Many top yers in his past life had missed this quest and regretted it deeply.


    "You sure you don''t want me to help with the boss? Impressive." Orson was a bit surprised.


    Finally reaching Level 10, ShatteredCrown had equipped his hero staff and seemed a bit more confident, even refusing Orson''s offer to weaken the boss for him.


    "Stop teasing me! If I hadn''t seen your skills, I''d still think this game was just about spending money to win."


    ShatteredCrown grinned, ncing at his four "beautiful wives." "A man''s gotta be rich and strong, right? Watch me take down this little boss!"


    Orson gave a slight smile, exited the party, and headed toward the Abandoned Riverbed to continue his next mission.

 Chapter 13 13: Divine Poison Truffle

    **[Regional Announcement: yer Ballerina haspleted the Prologue of the Main Quest, receiving 30 free attribute points and 1000 prestige!]**


    **[Regional Announcement: yer¡­]**


    **DefyingHeaven2001:** "30 attribute points?! That''s like six levels'' worth of stats just handed to him! This is so unbnced!"


    **Don''tDropTheSoap:** "Is bnce even a thing here? Those big guild yers are way faster than us solo yers!"


    **BuriedInSnow:** "Haha, I hate to tell you guys, but I got 15 attribute points just for fishing with an NPC. They even gave me a crafting skill."


    While yers on the world chatined about how overpowered the rewards were, Orson wasn''t surprised.


    One of the biggest draws of *Infinite Dimensions* was the sheer number of side quests and hidden tasks, many of which rewarded attribute points, skills, or rare items. Leveling up and gearing up throughbat alone wasn''t the only way to be a top yer; immersive exploration and hidden quest triggers were equally important.


    Returning to the *Abandoned Riverbed*, Orson picked up a mushroom growing from a rotting tree trunk. It looked suspiciously poisonous¡ªthe kind that would knock you t with one bite.


    **[Divine Poison Truffle]**


    Quality: Common


    Effect: A rare mountain delicacy, it melts in your mouth with a delicious, sweet vor.


    Divine Review: A must-have for any gods'' party.


    Orson hesitated, staring at the item description.


    He still couldn''t fathom what had possessed those yers in his past life to actually cook and eat this thing, nearly leading to a full party wipe.


    In *Infinite Dimensions*, yers didn''t need a formal **Cooking** skill to prepare meals; ingredients could be thrown together freely, and the taste was almost indistinguishable from real food, though it didn''t actually fill you up. However, adding rare spices or monster meat created buff effects, making things more interesting.


    Some yers, especially those who were chefs in real life, made a fortune in-game by selling dishes and recipes. Large guilds even employed dedicated chefs, with the best ones able to boost members'' stats to the next level.


    To unlock the *Abandoned Riverbed*''s elite dungeon, though, Orson needed to eat the poisonous mushroom and fall unconscious. Reluctantly, he grabbed the mushroom and bit into it raw.


    As he bit through the stem, juice burst onto his tongue, filling his mouth with an odd fragrance. He grimaced as the bitter, waxy texture spread across his taste buds.


    **"You have eaten the Divine Poison Truffle."**


    **"Your willpower is being eroded¡­"**


    **"Three."**


    **"Two."**


    **"One."**


    **"You are now in a hallucination¡­"**


    The system messages appeared one after another, but Orson stayed calm, leaning back against a rock and letting sleep overtake him.


    When he opened his eyes, everything was hazy. He squinted, struggling to focus.


    His surroundings were painted in soft pinks, and a photo of him with a sweet-looking girl hung on the wall. Lying on a bed nearby was a familiar face, peacefully asleep with a gentle smile.


    She was as beautiful and delicate as he remembered, her bare shoulder glowing healthily in the soft light.


    Long ck hair framed her angelic features, stirring something deep within him.


    A feeling of relief washed over him, and he murmured, "So¡­ it was all a dream. *Infinite Dimensions*, Sienna''s illness¡­ just a nightmare."


    Unable to contain his excitement, Orson reached out to hold his sister''s hand. But as he took a step forward, the image before him began to shake violently.


    Suddenly, Sienna''s eyes snapped open, and she grabbed Orson''s arm tightly. "Brother¡­ I don''t want to die¡­ I''m so scared, Brother¡­"n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    A chill shot through Orson. The girl''s face twisted, filled with anger and bitterness, bing something frighteningly unfamiliar.


    He tried to pull his hand away, but her grip was unbreakable, her beautiful face now grotesque and hateful. In a sh, the room transformed into a hospital ward.


    "This isn''t real! It can''t be!"


    The smell of disinfectant filled the air, and Orson''s heart raced as his worst fears resurfaced.


    The scene shifted once more.


    "Orson! Run, I''ll cover you!"


    Standing on crumbling ruins, a silver-haired man clutched Orson''s shoulder, his bloodshot eyes zing with desperation. "Stop hesitating! Take my hopes with you and live¡­"


    "Bradley?"


    Orson''s heart pounded as he watched a terrifying dragon-scale python clear a path in the distance, a horde of powerful warriors following close behind.


    Sitting upon the twin-headed chimera, on a golden throne, was a majestic figure whose eyes shone with godlike authority¡ªthe leader of Dragon''s Kiss Guild, Usher.


    "Oh, and Orson," Bradley''s voice wavered with emotion as he pushed Orson forward, holy light glowing around him. "If you see my wife¡­ tell her I''m sorry."


    Orson watched in horror as Bradley charged at Usher, his body radiating holy magic. Usher, with a cold expression, pointed a finger. "Kill."


    Fiery dragon''s breath and blinding spells lit up the apocalyptic wastnd, and Orson could only stare as Bradley''s form disintegrated, utterly annihted.


    "No¡­"


    Orson jerked awake, back in *Infinite Dimensions*.


    The night sky twinkled above him, the trees casting shifting shadows, and he realized it was now nighttime.


    "Damn¡­" he gasped, drenched in sweat, feeling worse than ever.


    He tried to wipe the sweat from his forehead, but his arms wouldn''t move. When he managed to turn his head, he was stunned.


    He was bound and slung over the back of a centaur warrior, which was carrying him deeper into the riverbed.


    The stench from the monster was overwhelming. Even knowing *Infinite Dimensions* wasn''t a hardcore mode game, Orson couldn''t help but mutter, "It''s not even survival mode, why go this hard on the realism?"


    **"You have entered the Beast Tribe Encampment."**


    **"You have unlocked Level 10 Elite Dungeon: Night of Terror."**


    Everything was going ording to n. In his previous life, a team of yers had eaten the poison mushroom and been kidnapped, only to wake up in the *Deste Riverbed* dungeon.


    After a few minutes, Orson was dropped as a food supply in a rough beast tribe camp and tossed into a cer.


    **Night of Terror Dungeon**


    **Objective 1: Escape the Cer.**


    **Objective 2: Defeat all Elite Centaur and Minotaur Warriors.**


    **Objective 3: Defeat the Beastman Chieftain.**


    Seeing his objectives, Orson nodded. Completing the dungeon first would yield additional rewards.


    However, the real prize awaited after defeating the dungeon boss.


    **MP -1**


    **MP -2**


    ¡­


    A fireball lit up in Orson''s hand, illuminating the cer around him. He grimaced. Bones and chunks of rotting flesh littered the floor, mostly human remains.


    No wonder this ce was called *Abandoned Riverbed*. The remains here were from kidnapped vigers, now just discarded remnants.


    The cer walls were rough, marked with climbable indentations. But just as he began to move, something heavy dropped from above,nding with a thud.


    Orson instinctively pressed against the wall, listening to a pained groan.


    Shining his fireball closer, he found a woman lying on the floor.


    "Wait¡­ what?" Orson was bewildered. "This dungeon''s been run hundreds of times¡ªno one''s ever mentioned a woman here!"


    He was alone, without a party, so there shouldn''t be another yer with him.


    The woman had a graceful figure and porcin skin. Her beauty struck Orson as familiar, stirring an unexpected sense of recognition.


    "Hazel?" he whispered hesitantly.


    "Hmm?"


    Hearing her name, the woman drowsily opened herrge, doe-like eyes.


    "Have you seen my Silverlight Holy Chaos Robe?" she asked, groggily. "And my Apprentice Hat, Holy Life Staff, Silver Dragon Rhinoceros Shoulder Guards, boots, and gloves?"


    She sighed dramatically, "If I''ve lost them, my teacher will scold me to death¡­"


    Her voice trembled as she began to sniffle, nearly on the verge of tears. Orson bit his lip, struggling to suppress hisughter.


    Last time, she''d only lost her hat. Now, she''d managed to lose an entire set of gear. In a world full of intelligent NPCs, her absent-mindedness was truly a unique trait.


    **"Hidden Quest Activated: Anxious Hazel, Part II ¨C Hungry Hazel."**


    Divine Review: Hazel''s be even smarter after tasting the Divine Poison Truffle with an adventurer!

 Chapter 14 14: The Shield Mage

    "Were you¡­ following me?"


    Orson was taken aback, genuinely surprised. Although *Infinite Dimensions* had highly intelligent NPCs, yer interactions with them in the early stages were usually basic and functional. For example, interacting with a cksmith simply allowed options like "buy" or "sell," and only certain side quests activated NPC intelligence.


    Yet here was Hazel, who had somehow managed to follow him from the newbie vige and even mimicked his actions by eating a poisonous mushroom. That was unexpected.


    "Uh-huh." Hazel nodded innocently, looking adorably clueless.


    "Why? Any particr reason?" Orson''s curiosity was piqued.


    "Well, I''ve never met an adventurer as ordinary and¡­ weak as you," she replied, her cheeks flushing a little as she spoke. "I figured you''d run into trouble, so¡­"


    She nced over Orson''s beginner''s gear with a look of pity that was anything but subtle.


    Three ck lines appeared on Orson''s forehead. What kind of reasoning was that?


    If anyone was in danger here, it was him nearly getting crushed by this clueless girl.


    A prompt appeared: **"Hazel''s Quest Sequence, Part II: Help Hazel retrieve her lost gear and escort her back to Pondenor afterpleting the elite dungeon."**


    "Hazel thinks you''re too weak and has decided to teach you magic. Do you ept?"??|


    Orson''s face twitched. A ditzy girl had just dered him weak, but free magic was free magic, so he epted it without hesitation. Who cares if she thought he was weak?


    Two magic books appeared in front of him.


    Curious, Orson picked one up to examine it and couldn''t help but feel he''d hit the jackpot.


    **C-Rank Fire Magic: Blood Detonation**


    Effect: After injuring a target, expend 100 MP to detonate their blood, dealing at least 250+ spell power in damage. Cooldown: 8 seconds.


    The higher the rank, the more powerful the spell. Magic skill ranks ranged from E (lowest) to S (highest), with the rare forbidden curses only obtainable through special quests.


    In his previous life, The King Family had poured its entire fortune into turning ShatteredCrown into a super mage with three forbidden curses, each capable of leveling a city. If it weren''t for his tragic and untimely death, The King Family might have rivaled Dragon''s Kiss Guild, even in hardcore mode.


    Right now, even D-rank spellbooks started at 50 gold coins on the Empire Auction House, while C-rank spells sold for 200+ gold, often with no sellers at all.


    **Blood Detonation** was undoubtedly a high-damage spell, delivering strong burst damage and scaling with the yer''s attack power. With an 8-second cooldown, it was practically a top-tier C-rank spell.


    Orson was tempted but opened the second magic book out of curiosity.


    **D-Rank Fire Magic: Sacred Sun Shield**


    Created by one of Pondenor''s three Grand Mages, mebound.


    Effect: Expends 400 MP to create a magical shield, up to nineyers of shields in total.


    Each shield absorbs 700 physical or magical damage and consumes 100 MP per minute when active.


    After reading the spell''s description, Orson barely blinked before choosing the D-rank **Sacred Sun Shield** without hesitation.


    Excited, Orson''s hands were practically trembling. The spell was useless for a typical mage due to its insane mana cost¡ªjust casting a single shield would drain a Level 10 mage, let alone maintaining it over time.


    Except Orson wasn''t a typical mage.


    With his massive 14,400 MP pool, this spell was practically tailor-made for him!


    Consuming 3,600 MP could instantly generate nine shields capable of absorbing a whopping 6,300 points of damage.


    With that kind of protection, who could touch him?


    Rogues? Even a mob of them would be pointless!


    "You''re right; I really am small and weak. Good call." Orson grinned, giving Hazel a mischievous peck on her porcin cheek. "You''re the best, Hazel!"


    Hazel stared at him, her cheeks flushing pink. "Oh¡­ I am?"


    Orsonughed, his grin downright mischievous under the moonlight. "Don''t worry. I''lle back to rescue you."


    Following the marked path, he scaled the cer walls and climbed out with ease.


    A few campfires flickered nearby, where a group of beast tribe soldiers feasted on some unidentified beast meat,pletely unaware of the maniac creeping toward them.


    **[Elite Centaur Archer: Level 13]**


    **HP:** 3500/3500


    **Attack Power:** 120


    **Skill:** Leaping Shot


    Elite monsters had significantly higher health and attack power than ordinary ones. Any non-elite yer under Level 20 would struggle to even take on a single monster in the *Deste Riverbed* dungeon.


    *Fwoosh, fwoosh, fwoosh¡­*


    Three fireballs arced through the night sky as Orson opened fire from 100 meters away.


    -125


    -1350


    -1350


    ¡­


    The four centaur elites were ttened, and three seconds of burning damage barely finished them off.


    **"You have killed an Elite Centaur. EXP +300."**


    **"You have killed¡­"**


    Orson''s eyes lit up¡ªthe experience gained from elites was over three times that of regr monsters, well worth the dungeon''s increased difficulty.


    A deep warhorn sounded as ten massive centaurs retaliated, firing a rain of arrows in his direction.


    Remaining calm, Orson summoned fiery shields with his beginner staff, two red shields floating before and above him. The arrows pinged harmlessly off them, failing to do any damage.


    "This is incredible! The dream of bing a human artillery cannon is within reach!" Orsonughed,unching rapid fireballs that incinerated the charging centaurs.


    *Boom!*


    A thunderous impact struck from behind¡ªa surprise attack from a group of enraged minotaur warriors, each boasting 5,000 HP and armed with massive totem poles.


    As the massive creatures thundered across the field, kicking up dust, Orson didn''t even turn around. The six-point star symbol lit up, generating a shield behind him. Four shields encased himpletely, blocking every blow without losing a single point of health. Only the damage numbers above him indicated his shield was taking hits.


    The mes of his fire magic surrounded the elites, their agonized cries echoing through the night as hooves and giant axes hammered his shields.


    When one shield finally cracked, Orson casually added another.


    **Sacred Sun Shield** was perfect for hiszy ystyle.


    After a full day of monster hunting, he was done dodging; why waste effort when his 14,400 MP could handle it? Timing his **zing Burn** cooldowns, he chipped away at the minotaurs'' health with basic attacks and passive skills.


    By the time he reached the far end of the beast camp, the ground was littered with dropped equipment and silver coins.


    One great thing about elite dungeons was the increased drop rate. While the monsters were tough, they provided far more loot.


    Especially from elite minotaur warriors¡ªten of them had already dropped one blue item, which was pure profit for Orson.


    **[Minotaur Leg Guards]**


    Quality: Fine


    Level: 10


    ss: Warrior


    Physical Defense: 32


    Magic Resistance: 32


    +1 Agility


    +1 Evasion


    **[Minotaur Helm]**


    Quality: Fine


    ¡­


    The *Deste Riverbed* was basically a warrior''s gear paradise, with almost all loot being warrior-ss armor. Since *Infinite Dimensions* had so many warrior yers, Level 10 blue gear was in high demand, fetching over 5,000 per piece.


    These pieces were no mere standard gear, either; while they didn''t carry set bonuses like hero equipment, they often had valuable bonus stats, making them the best-value armor for any warrior.


    Orson kited the monsters around, killing them from the herb garden to the literature pavilion, finally leading them to the boss area.


    Two hundred elitester, he settled down beside a hidden altar to **Meditate** and restore his MP.


    "Even with over 10,000 MP, it''s still not enough. Running shields drains it dry in less than 30 minutes." Orson sighed, his thirst for higher MP seemingly unquenchable.


    If other mages heard hisints, they''d probably be tempted to kill him.


    "Strange¡­ none of Hazel''s lost gear has dropped." Orson frowned, ncing at the altar. "Could it all be on the boss?"


    Nearby, a desated minotaur shaman chanted in a low voice, waving its arms around the altar.


    Suddenly, a sinister blue light shot into the sky, and a portal opened, as if the fabric of space itself had been torn.


    **[Minotaur Lich: Level 15]**n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    **HP:** 80,000/80,000


    **Attack Power:** ???


    **Skills:** ???


    **"This boss is a lord-tier enemy. You may not be able to handle it. Would you like to summon allies?"**


    "Decline."


    Orson shook his head. Defeating the minotaur lich would be difficult, but with knowledge of its skills and attack patterns, and the **Sacred Sun Shield** protecting him, it was within his reach.


    Besides, he''d be missing out on the real prize of the *Deste Riverbed* dungeon¡ªthe hidden boss


    .


    The Dark Elf Queen.

 Chapter 15 15: When the Unstoppable Meets the Impossible

    **"Interrupt the Minotaur Lich''s sacrificial ritual within one minute, or catastrophic consequences may follow."**


    Hearing the system prompt, Orson remained unmoved. He knew the key to triggering the hidden boss fight was to do¡­ absolutely nothing. All he needed was to let the Minotaur Lichplete the ritual, which would summon the Dark Elf Queen.


    In the *Night of Terror* dungeon, if yers entered at Level 20 or higher, the Minotaur Chieftain wouldn''t respawn, making the hidden boss encounter impossible. Many yers in the past had missed this secret, and Orson had been no exception.


    Most yers hadn''t noticed it because they were used to following system prompts, which often meant overlooking quest subtleties.


    Sure enough, after a minute, a blue glow nketed the altar. Like tiny fireflies, luminous bugs emerged from the spatial rift.


    [Dark Pixie: Level 15]


    HP: 300/300


    Attack Power: 50


    Skills: Dark sh, Ascend, Mutation


    Each of these small, graceful creatures was no bigger than a hand, with transparent wings. Despite their delicate appearance, they were deceptively dangerous.


    "These little pests are tricky." Orson frowned, eyeing the Dark Pixies, which only had 300 HP each. They looked weak, but their abilities were insane.


    Aside from their offensive *Dark sh* skill, the *Ascend* skill meant they would explode upon taking lethal damage, releasing a st powerful enough to wipe out an entire party within its range. And once the pixies'' numbers dropped, they would trigger *Mutation*, making them faster, stronger, and overwhelmingly aggressive.


    Although Orson was wary of the pixies'' *Ascend* explosions, dozens of them detonating together would be impossible to withstand, even with nine shields up.


    Sensing an intruder, the Dark Pixies shrieked and swarmed toward Orson, their glowing bodies shing light and dark as they attacked. With a quick move, he raised two Sacred Sun Shields to absorb the first wave of light attacks.


    In seconds, the first shield shattered, and the second was already splintering. Although the pixies weren''t powerful individually, theirbined attacks packed a punch.


    "Think you can oust my MP?" Orson stepped back calmly,yering on two more Sacred Sun Shields to block the pixies'' concentrated fire.


    A six-pointed star lit up before him as heunched consecutive fireballs into the densest part of the pixie swarm, quickly bringing many of their HP to zero. The tiny bodies instantly swelled as they triggered *Ascend*.


    *BOOM!*


    The explosion''s shockwave nearly knocked Orson off his feet, forcing him to steady himself with his staff.


    "Jeez¡­ these things are like mini-nukes," Orson muttered, staring at the mushroom cloud rising before him.


    No wonder so few people had ever cleared the *Deste Riverbed* hidden quest¡ªmost yers didn''t even make it to the boss because of the pixies'' massive explosions.


    Thankful for his long-range advantage, Orson pulled back further,unching fireballs from a safe distance to thin the swarm.


    "You have in a Dark Pixie. EXP +1"


    "You have¡­"


    Orson scoffed. These creatures might have been Level 15, but they only gave 1 EXP point each, despite their deadly nature.


    Even worse, killing them didn''t increase his *Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye* proficiency. These creatures weren''t ssified as monsters¡ªperhaps not even as living beings. He dismissed the idea of grinding on them and instead focused on clearing them strategically.


    Explosions erupted all around as the pixies continued to swarm, their numbers somehow increasing instead of dwindling.


    With his MP dangerously low, Orson realized he''d be defenseless once he could no longer cast shields. Staying calm, he led the pixies toward the Minotaur boss, guiding the swarm closer to the altar.


    Nine sacrificed NPC maidens appeared on the altar, bound as offerings for the Dark Elf Queen.


    As their souls screamed and left their bodies, being drawn into the spatial rift, a powerful aura began to awaken, apanied by intricate magic runes illuminating the sky.


    "It''s time."


    Orson''s eyes hardened, and he unleashed a barrage of fireballs directly onto the Minotaur Lich. Hundreds of Dark Pixies converged on the target, their tiny bodies turning into pulsing energy.


    Caught in the st, the lich was consumed by a fiery explosion.


    -8000!


    -16000!


    -30000!


    The Lich, which boasted 80,000 HP, was nearly killed in the resulting inferno!


    The Minotaur Lich let out an enraged roar, its body crackling with mana as a sickly green light spread from its staff, draining the life of everything in its path.


    Orson raised his staff, summoning five Sacred Sun Shields. The green wave shattered two of them immediately, causing Orson to gasp¡ªeach shield absorbed 700 damage, meaning the Lich''s attack had hit for over 1400!


    In ast-ditch attempt, the Lich opened another portal, summoning elite beast soldiers. Orson smirked, sending three more fireballs toward the group, triggering another series of pixie explosions.


    -6000!


    -12000!


    ¡­


    Many of the beast soldiers perished instantly, leaving behind loot and materials unique to the dungeon.


    **"You have in an Elite Minotaur Guard. EXP +400."**


    ¡­


    Caught in the pixie sts, the Minotaur Lich''s desated form copsed to the ground.


    "You have in the Elite Boss Minotaur Lich. EXP +30,000!"


    "Level Up! You have reached Level 13!"


    "Level Up! You have reached Level 14!"


    Orson was ecstatic, leveling up twice in an instant andnding himself among the game''s top yers.


    "Hero-grade gear, and three pieces at once!"


    His eyes lit up. The boss had dropped two pieces of armor and a weapon, all glowing with the purple hue of hero-grade items.


    The strategy guides had been correct: the Dark Pixies'' self-destruct ability could be both a nightmare and a golden opportunity. For most yers, a six-yer party with at least four DPS could spread the pixies out, then trigger explosions to kill the boss without directbat.


    **"You are the first yer toplete the *Night of Terror* dungeon. Would you like your name to be disyed in the regional announcement?"**


    Orson gave a faint smile, his gaze steady. Most yers chose anonymity to avoid drawing unwanted attention and avoid bing targets before they were strong enough to defend themselves.


    But Orson understood all too well that the challenges he would face in this game went far beyond keeping a low profile. If he wanted to reim his former glory, there was no room for timidity.


    He was here to remind the world of *Infinite Dimensions* that the three-time champion was back to take what was his.


    A king''s return requires no secrecy.


    **"Regional Announcement: Congrattions to yer Orgod for bing the first yer to solo-clear the elite dungeon *Night of Terror*!**


    **Rewards: 50 attribute points, 10 skill points, 5000 prestige points, and 50 gold!"**


    The announcement stunned the world chat into silence for a solid ten seconds, as every yer stopped grinding or questing, faces frozen in disbelief.


    A solo clear of an elite dungeon, and on the second day after the serverunch?! Was this even possible?


    **KingOfTheExpedition:** "Damn, Orson, you''re unreal!"


    **ShatteredCrown:** "I knew it! You''re insane! If only I could be half as overpowered as you!"


    **SweetHeartedFury:** "I knew I''d picked the right guy! Only Orson could be crazy enough to solo an elite dungeon while we''re looking the other way."


    Orson''s inbox flooded with private messages. Bradley and ShatteredCrown congratted him, while SweetHeartedFury joked about setting him up with a partner.


    Orson rolled his eyes at their pliments." Blowing things up, being called a freak¡­ was this how you''re supposed topliment someone as good-looking as him?


    Blocked. All of them blocked.


    ---


    Momentster, at Rank Studios¡­


    A beautiful woman with wless makeup woke from her gaming pod and stormed over to Charles, dragging him out of the game.


    "I told you to take good care of him, and you forced him to quit! You''ve ruined everything!" She threw Orson''s resignation letter in Charles''s face.


    "This¡­ this is all a misunderstanding. I''ll make it right with Orgod, I swear." Facing her fury, Charles, normally cocky and arrogant, stood there sheepishly.


    Her name was Lauren, owner of Rank Studios and a major shareholder in several streaming and esportspanies. She''d heard about Orson''s cklisting and had personally arranged for Charles to bring him into Rank.


    Taking a few deep breaths, Lauren calmed herself. As an *Infinite Dimensions* yer, she knew how incredibly difficult it was to solo an elite dungeon, especially at such a low level. She didn''t know how Orson had pulled it off, but she was certain of one thing: if she wanted Rank Studios to thrive in *Infinite Dimensions*, she couldn''t afford to lose Orson.


    She opened her designer bag, took out a card, and said, "Transfer him three million and ask him to


    reconsidering back. And I''ll personally visit his sister at City Hospital No. 1."n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om

 Chapter 16 16: I Just Want to Grab the NPCs Gear

    "You have acquired quest items: Holy Life Staff, Silver Dragon Rhino Pauldrons¡­"


    Hazel''s lost equipment automatically flew into Orson''s inventory, and with a quick nce, he couldn''t help but blurt out, "Whoa!"


    [Staff of Divine Light]


    Quality: Legendary


    Level Requirement: 50


    ss: Mage


    Magic Attack Power: 1200


    Attack Speed: 1.30


    Critical Rate: 30%


    Effect 1: Restores 5% HP per second


    Effect 2: Increases max HP by 30%


    Awakening Skill for Full Set: Hymn of Life


    Effect: Increases all allies'' max HP by 50% within 100 meters. Lasts 30 minutes, 2-hour cooldown.


    Orson stared at the rows of orange text detailing the staff''s attributes, practically drooling. Every piece of Hazel''s equipment was a legendary, top-tier item¡ªeach one a masterpiece. Only her apprentice hat seemed oddly out of ce with its basic stats.


    "If only I could swipe the NPC''s gear and log out," Orson thought, his eyes gleaming with desire. Who wouldn''t be tempted by such loot?


    "This item is Hazel''s exclusive weapon. It cannot be used, dropped, or destroyed."


    Orson gave a bitter chuckle. Of course, it was too good to be true. Infinite Dimensions didn''t deal in free lunches¡ªHazel''s equipment was bound to her alone. No one else could use or even pick up these items.


    He turned back to grab the three hero-grade items dropped by the boss, but before he reached them, a seductive, whispering voice echoed from the dimensional rift, sending chills down his spine.


    The voice was hypnotic¡ªexactly his type. No wonder so many male yers in his past life had gone wild over the Dark Elf Queen. That sultry voice was enough to make any man''s knees weak.


    From the portal stepped one perfectly shaped, porcin-white leg, a sight so stunning it felt like an arrow to the heart. Another leg followed, and Orson''s mouth went dry as mes of excitement shot through him.


    Then¡­ a third leg appeared.


    And then¡­ a fourth.


    "Are you kidding me?"


    Orson''s expression shifted from infatuation to disbelief, then from disbelief to horror.


    All eight legs, each two or three meters long, gathered together in a spider-like formation. Above them, a massive head crowned with a ck diadem and six enormous wings slowly unfurled.


    The Dark Elf Queen''s face was as beautiful as a wless sculpture, yet cold and lifeless, radiating an aura of death and decay.


    "Oh, hell no¡­"


    Cold sweat beaded on Orson''s forehead as both his arachnophobia and fear of giant creatures hit him all at once.


    "Whoever wrote that guide¡­e out here so I can kill you!" he muttered in disbelief. No wonder the previous guides had detailed every single step of the Night of Terror quest, except for the most crucial part.


    No one who had unlocked this hidden dungeon ever mentioned what the Queen looked like.


    This wasn''t a regal elf queen; this was a gigantic, terrifying spider.


    [Dark Elf Queen: Level 15]


    [Boss Tier]


    HP: 500,000/500,000


    Attack Power: 680


    Skills: Mastery of Dark Mage Techniquesn/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    A notification popped up, and Orson felt a twinge of anxiety. This creature had 500,000 HP¡ªand it was only a projection of the Queen, with around 3% of her actual power. He couldn''t even fathom how strong her true form must be. She was likely ate-game world boss.


    Though only one skill was listed, Orson knew what that meant. In Infinite Dimensions, mages could only reach the "Dark Mage" rank by mastering ten or more C-level or higher spells, all leveled to 10. This boss, then, had at least ten dark magic spells.


    As the Queen began to stir, Orson nced at the hero-grade loot on the ground and the still-motionless pixies. For now, he''d have to give up on the loot; he wasn''t about to risk waking the boss prematurely.


    He turned and dashed, creating as much distance as possible between himself and the eight-legged queen.


    When neither the boss nor the minions followed, Orson retreated 800 meters into the underground passage, keeping himself within attack range.


    "Half my range will have to do," he muttered, steadying himself.


    He threw Hazel''s equipment into the cer,pleting that part of the quest in case he got killed and lost everything.


    "You have returned Hazel''s lost equipment."


    "Please escort Hazel to the city of Pandanolin."


    "Got it, got it¡­" Orson sighed.


    He''d briefly considered luring the Queen toward Hazel, hoping that Hazel would fight the Queen while he watched, collecting the spoils when it was over. But each time he''d approached the cer to "kindly invite" Hazel out to help, she had a response that instantly shut him down.


    "Waaah¡­ I can''t put on my own equipment without my servant. Won''t you give me a hand, my ordinary and oh-so-vulnerable adventurer?"


    "Reliable as ever, disgrace of the mage world¡­" Orson muttered. Dealing with Hazel was like dealing with a storm ofplications.


    If he didn''t know she could kill him a hundred times over, he might have tossed a fireball her way just to blow off steam.


    In the distance, the injured pixies began to transform, merging into ck cocoons that broke apart to reveal a formidable new form.


    [Queen''s Elite Guard: Level 15]


    HP: 20,000/20,000


    Attack Power: 230


    Skills: Blink Strike, Dark Energy Burst, Blood Frenzy


    Twelve of them emerged, d in dark grey armor and wielding spears¡ªthe Queen''s Royal Guard, each with power equivalent to a Level 10 boss. The guards spread out, searching the area for Orson.


    Taking a deep breath, Orson prepared to follow the first rule of dungeon-clearing: always kill the minions before the boss.


    In Infinite Dimensions, the minions weren''t your standard MMO fodder. Under hardcore conditions, even the strongest yers could get careless and wind up dead.


    Summoning his six-pointed star, Orson unleashed a volley of fireballs at the closest groups of enemies.


    Using the experience he''d gained sniping the Goblin Emperor, he aimed with deadly uracy, igniting the guards with his zing Burn passive.


    -1554!


    -1554!


    ¡­


    His attacksnded just outside the enemies'' detection range, confusing the minions. But the Dark Elf Queen wasn''t like the Goblin Emperor. Highly intelligent, she split her guards into three teams and ordered a search.


    With quick repositioning and relentless fireballs, Orson managed to kill three of the guards. The remaining guards went berserk, activating their Blood Frenzy, which boosted their speed but drained their HP over time.


    "You have in the Queen''s Elite Guard. EXP +900."


    ¡­


    He repositioned himself and began the traditional mage''s dance¡ªkiting the mobs. But each of these minions had massive HP, and even with 1500+ burn damage, it took him nearly a minute to whittle down each one.


    The guards didn''t reach him until four remained. With practiced calm, he raised a Sacred Sun Shield to block their Blink Strike, preserving his mana. Dodging precisely, he sidestepped Dark Energy Burst and countered with fireballs.


    To anyone else, it would have looked like magic: a mage effortlessly dodging attacks while casting spells with pinpoint uracy.


    After a grueling struggle, he finally killed thest of the elite guards. As he looked up, a colossal shadow descended over him.


    The Dark Elf Queen hovered above, her gigantic wings stirring up powerful gusts of wind as she looked down on him, her chilling gaze piercing into him like a god looking at an insect.

 Chapter 17 17: Basic Moves

    Honestly, Orson didn''t expect the Dark Elf Queen to move this fast. But what really caught him off guard was how hideous she looked up close. At a distance, the Queen seemed like a divine figure descending to Earth. Up close, though, she was more like a horror show. The sight of her bristling, needle-like leg hair almost triggered an "electronic dysfunction" in him. Thank goodness for the patches of dark armor covering her "vital areas"¡ªwithout them, he might''ve lost his sanity.


    "Whoever wrote the strategy guide for this boss¡­ you really tricked a lot of clueless guys into certain death," Orson muttered. As a man, he felt betrayed!


    The Queen seemed to sense the sheer disdain in Orson''s gaze. With her eight legs raised, sheunched a relentless stomping attack. Orson had anticipated this, swiftly moving to evade her brutal physical strikes. But the Queen was fast, quickly blocking his escape path with her outstretched legs. Suddenly, three dark streaks shed toward him from her hand.


    Orson smirked, summoning a Sunfire Shield underfoot and deftly leaping into the air to evade the attack from an unnatural angle.


    No matter the life he was in, few could match Orson''s mastery ofbat tactics and spell techniques. Facing a boss with limited attack patterns¡ªonly a fraction of her true power at that¡ªOrson found it surprisingly easy to handle.


    As hended, he quickly fired off three consecutive fireballs, all aimed precisely at the boss''s armored chest.


    -1


    -1


    -1


    The rapid-fire barrage barely left a scratch on her chest armor, causing no real damage, but Orson hadn''t expected much.


    In Infinite Dimensions, attacks could either hit unarmored areas for full damage or be partially or entirely absorbed by high-tier armor. This fell into thetter category.


    -1355


    -1355


    ¡­


    With a few anguished roars, wisps of me began spreading across the Queen''s chest. Although his attacks hadn''t broken her defenses, his fire mage passive was still triggering.


    With that sess, Orson retreated again. Enraged, the Queen increased her assault, a spear of dark magic manifesting behind her and hurling itself directly at Orson with a deadly hiss.


    Orson narrowed his eyes, watching the space around the spear ripple as it approached. The st radius had to be at least three meters. With his measly 300 HP, even a slight graze would be fatal.


    "Shield, shield¡­ shield and more shields!"


    He generated four Sunfire Shields in quick session.


    Bang! Bang! Bang!


    "The magic attack on this thing is insane!"


    A cold sweat trickled down Orson''s back as the spear smashed through three of his shields, the fourth barely managing to absorb the final blow.


    Each Sunfire Shield could absorb 700 damage, meaning the Queen''s attack packed over 2,000 damage in a single hit¡ªmore than enough to kill him several times over.


    Realizing the danger, Orson abandoned any yful mindset he''d had about this boss fight. Focusing his mana, he followed up with another set of fireballs, all targeted at her armored chest.


    -2


    -2


    ¡­n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    Despite being fully absorbed, each hit now did a bit more damage than before.


    Noting the effect, Orson retreated again, conjuring another Sunfire Shield to absorb the Queen''s relentless attacks, while the surroundings took a beating, as though an earthquake was ripping through the beastman camp. His zing Burn passive was doing its job, but the Queen''s 500,000 HP was staggering. If he didn''t find a way to drain it faster, he''d run out of mana long before she went down.


    "I''ll probably need another few dozen fireballs just to break her defenses," he calcted grimly, then resumed his rapid-fire assault on the Queen''s chest.


    He wasn''t aiming there for any unsavory reason; the chest area was a strategic weak point in Infinite Dimensions.


    While armor here didn''t have a "durability" value, sustained attacks could destroy it, allowing yers to deal critical hits to unprotected weak points like the heart or head. Such an opening not only increased critical hit rates but also asionally inflicted stun, knockback, or even floating effects.


    Ten minutes in, the armor around the Queen''s chest was beginning to crack, revealing slivers of pale skin underneath. Any hint of beauty was utterly lost on Orson; he wanted only to finish off this screeching monster.


    At 20% HP, the Queen paused, stopping her chase.


    "She''s changing her attack stance," Orson thought, immediately recognizing the pattern.


    The more powerful the boss, the more attack modes it would have as yers depleted its HP. This was the core challenge of boss fights in Infinite Dimensions.


    A massive dark hexagram suddenly appeared behind the Queen, blotting out the sky. From the hexagram, a blood-red magic sigil descended, bypassing Orson''s Sunfire Shield and striking him directly.


    ncing at the new sigils etched on his skin, Orson muttered, "An A-level curse spell¡­ Death Sigil."


    [A-Rank Dark Spell: Death Sigil]


    Effect: Reduces all targets'' HP within range to 10%,sting 1 minute, with effects decreasing based on magic resistance. 30-minute cooldown.


    This curse spell was absurdly powerful. Without a light mage present to counter it, even the best-equipped yers would be gutted by such a debuff. The Death Sigil had brought down entire guilds in Orson''s previous life, leaving top yers defenseless before even weaker opponents.


    But on Orson, this spell was overkill.


    "That''s it? That''s all you''ve got?" Orson scoffed, unimpressed.


    Against a regr yer, this move would have been devastating. But Orson hadmitted to a no-hit run; he was fine as long as he had his shields up. With 35 HP remaining, he wasn''t nervous at all. With his mana reserve, his nine Sunfire Shields functioned like an extra health bar.


    The Queen let out a smug, mocking shriek as she watched her prey struggle under the curse. With a flick of her six enormous wings, she conjured three swords of dark magic that flew toward Orson.


    Orson calmly responded by summoning six Sunfire Shields, deflecting two swords with each shield. He nced at his mana pool¡ªonly about 1,000 points left.


    With barely any mana remaining, Orson kept up his assault on the Queen''s chest, chipping away at her cracked armor.


    -20


    -20


    ¡­


    Every hit struck with pinpoint uracy, and Orson felt like he was born to do this. His precision was terrifying, even to himself.


    With his mana nearing zero and the Queen''s chest armor breaking apart, Orson seized the opportunity. Raising his starter staff, he dered, "You''re going down!"


    With a crack, the armor shattered, and Orson activated his inner "sage mode" to ignore the Queen''s exposed chest.


    Critical Hit! -230


    Critical Hit! -230


    ¡­


    The Queen''s towering form reeled backward, screeching in pain, as Orson''s fireballs continued to strike her exposed heart, suspending her in mid-air with sessive knockbacks.


    In a masterful disy of attack timing, each of Orson''s basic attacks chained together perfectly, keeping the Queen suspended, defenseless. It was a feat few could aplish with a starter staff''s 0.5 attack speed. Even a fraction-of-a-second error would have broken thebo.


    On top of that, Orson effortlessly activated his game''s recording function to capture this insane disy of skill.


    One minute passed, and the "Combo x33" message appeared over the Queen''s head.


    Ten minutes in, the counter climbed to 352.


    Thirty minutester, thebo count reached an unbelievable 900, and the Queen''s HP hit rock bottom.


    Had any Sword and Conquest veterans been watching, they would have shouted, "That''s just Orson in action! Basic moves, no big deal!"

 Chapter 18 18: No One Can Outdo Me

    **Server Announcement:** *yer Usher has led his team to clear the elite dungeon [Dark Abyss]!*


    *Team reward: 30 free attribute points, 3 skill points, 1000 fame, and 15 gold coins.*


    yers flooded the server with reactions:


    **Pizza No Jpe?o:** *"Way to go, Usher! Flowers for the Dragon''s Kiss Guild boss!"*


    **Infinite Dimensions Pro Liu Qiang:** *"Dragon''s Kiss Guild is unstoppable! Usher was born to be a god-tier archer. It''s only a matter of time before he conquers Infinite Dimensions!"*


    **Sad but Shallow:** *"Compared to Orgod? Nah, not single-handed, so what''s the big deal about this announcement? Not much skill in that."*


    The Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s victory over [Dark Abyss] made waves across Infinite Dimensions, though reactions were mixed. Team aplishments were no match for the jaw-dropping impact of Orgod''s solo run through [Night of Terror]. Nheless, Usher had his fair share of loyal supporters eager to shower him with praise.


    Usher wasted no time buying a 10,000-credit megaphone to announce: *"This victory wouldn''t be possible without my team. A huge thanks to everyone who contributed! Here''s to seeing more of you in Dragon''s Kiss Guild!"*


    Bradley, hacking away at monsters in the wilderness, scoffed at the announcement. *"Oh, now he''s all humble? Just yesterday they were snatching our bosses and hogging hunting grounds."*


    **System Alert:** *yer Dragon''s Kiss Guild has sent out a gift to all yers! Amount: 1,000 gold coins. Quantity: 999 packets!*


    Bradley froze. *"A million-credit bonus???"* He muttered hisints, but his fingers were a blur as he grabbed a gift pack thatnded him a fat 5 gold. Five thousand credits richer, heughed out loud.


    **Hatchet Street King:** *"Man of the people, our big bro Usher! Somebody prop me up; I''m ready to pledge my loyalty to Dragon''s Kiss Guild!"*


    **Tears and Woonds:** *"Orgod who? Usher''s the real deal, the only guild that matters!"*


    **TequMockingbird:** *"Real talk, Usher is now the undisputed king of Infinite Dimensions."*


    The million-credit drop sent shockwaves through the server, cementing Usher''s reputation. With many yers already dreaming of joining Dragon''s Kiss Guild, it wasn''t hard to see why they held Usher in such high regard.


    *"Same old story,"* Orson muttered, standing over the dissolving remains of the Dark Elf Queen. Watching Usher''s fanfare on the world channel reminded him of events from his past life. *"The Guild''s no-expenses-spared image was already spreading among the yer base."*


    Orson acknowledged that while Dragon''s Kiss Guild wasn''t the wealthiest group around, Usher''s willingness to spend big from the start had catapulted them to sess. The million-credit gesture may have looked like a celebration, but it was, in reality, an ad campaign, strategically crafted to set them apart.


    *"Sorry, but I can''t let you have the limelight."* Orson''s smirk broadened as he issued his own announcement.


    **Server Announcement:** *"Congrattions to yer Orgod, whose skill and perseverance have single-handedly defeated the hidden boss [Lord-ss: Dark Elf Queen]!*


    *Reward: 70 free attribute points, 20 skill points, 10,000 fame, and 80 gold coins!"*


    **yer Reactions:**


    **Pizza No Jpe?o:** *"Whoa¡ªwait, what? A lord-ss boss?"*


    **Badger Lung:** *"Holy hell, he soloed a lord boss?! Orgod''s on another level. He''s practically a boss himself!"*


    **TequMockingbird:** *"Ahem, Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s boss might have to settle for the #2 spot."*


    **Riches Traveler:** *"Hell yes! This dude doesn''t just y by the book; he''s a legend!"*


    Meanwhile, Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s Ivy looked uneasy in her water-elemental robe. *"Should we even bother with the gifts now?"* she asked hesitantly.


    ThunderStrike was fuming. *"No way! He''s gotta be abusing a bug or something. No regr yer can solo a lord-ss boss. He''s full of it!"*n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    Usher, however, kept his cool. *"Even if it''s a bug or exploit, being able to solo a lord boss still takes skill. My judgment wasn''t wrong."*


    Turning to his team, Usher gave a confident smile. *"I''ve secured the blueprint for a 15-level legendary bow. I''d appreciate everyone''s support to make it happen."*


    ThunderStrike immediately volunteered. *"We''re on it, boss! Our group can handle the 500 alligator hides."*


    Ivy nodded. *"No problem! I''ll get the materials from crafting specialists, so we can get the 3000 magic crystals."*


    With another two-million credit investment, Usher filled the team chat with gift packages. Laughter and camaraderie quickly reced the tension in the air.


    Back at the [Night of Terror], a burst of silvery light erupted from the remains of the Dark Elf Queen, revealing a half-sized, slightly damaged statue and arge sapphire. Orson''s eyes lit up as he picked up the items and checked their descriptions.


    **[Statue of the Elven Queen]**


    *Quality: Damaged Relic*


    *Details: A legendary relic from the Elven race, weakened by the Dark Elf Queen''s corruption, reducing its power by 99%.*


    *Pack it to gain a special skill.*


    *Skill:*


    *Ethereal Body: Enter an invulnerable state for 3 seconds. Cooldown: 12 hours.*


    "Three seconds of invulnerability!" Orson couldn''t contain his excitement. This relic alone justified everything. In his previous life, countless high-level yers missed out on this chance by leveling past 20, forever losing out on this ''three seconds of godhood'' relic.


    Though three seconds sounded brief, it was a powerful ace card, particrly for dealing with high-damage thieves who''d find it impossible to bypass his shield.


    Orson''s eyes then fell on the sapphire. Was this an extra drop? As far as he knew, the Dark Elf Queen''s projection only dropped a few coins and the relic. He picked it up.


    **[Elven Gemstone]**


    *Quality: Perfect Relic*


    *Requirement: Level 20*


    *Effect: Reduces all skill cooldowns by 30%. Can duplicate certain basic attacks and skills up to two times, depending on weapon quality.*


    *Description: An essentialponent in crafting legendary-tier weapons.*


    The few lines nearly made Orson''s jaw drop. A 30% cooldown reduction alone was enough to make anyone salivate, but the ability to duplicate attacks or spells? Casting a skill like Triple Fireball would rain down nine orbs. Orson felt his hands go numb as he reread the details.


    *"Did¡­ did I just score an immacte relic?"* He froze, realizing the gem''s rarity. The statue, for instance, was only a damaged relic. But here he was holding a wless relic in his hands!


    Rechecking thebat log, Orson finally understood his luck:


    **Congrattions! Bonus drop rate of 1% activated!**

 Chapter 19 19: Employee of the Year Award

    Clearing the entire *Night of Terror* dungeon solo had Orson absolutely raking it in. Two relics, three level-15 hero items for warriors, and a hefty payout of gold coins for being the first toplete it all contributed to his spoils. Most importantly, the reward of 30 skill points and a full 120 attribute points was enough to solidify Orson''s early-game advantage.


    The attribute points alone would make a major difference, amplifying his starting stats, and skill points would let him level up his spells faster¡ªespecially crucial at level 20 when ss advancements demand high skill levels and plenty of gold. Still, Orson knew his edge wasn''t unbeatable. Plenty of challenging side quests, hidden missions, and achievements granted skill and attribute points, and in this game, no one could outgrind the hardcore yers. With high-end game pods that included nutrient solutions, some yers practically lived in the game.


    He nced over the gear he''d looted, feeling a hint of regret. *"Shame these three pieces are just level-15 gear, or I''d pass them to Bradley."*


    The items¡ªa weapon and two pieces of armor¡ªformed a rare warrior set called **Bone Crusher**, adding a whopping 150 attack power when worn together. That bonus was no small advantage early on, though level 15 gear quickly became obsolete as yers advanced to 20 and experienced the steep leveling curve after their ss awakening.


    He tossed the three pieces into the auction house, setting a buyout price of 1000 gold coins, figuring that the big spenders wouldn''t blink at the hefty tag. Checking the time, he saw it was already 3:30 PMte afternoon in the real world. If he waited too long, the hospital would close, so he converted his 700 gold into cash and logged out, nning to pay Sienna''s surgery fees immediately.


    Meanwhile, yers stalking the auction house went wild when the **Bone Crusher** set hit the market.


    *"Bone Crusher set! Orgod''s selling it¡ªwhat the heck, 100,000 credits for three items? Who''s dropping that?"*


    *"He must''ve gotten this from the dungeon he just soloed. This game pays better than my delivery job!"*


    All eyes in the auction house zeroed in on the purple glow of Orson''s set. Though none of the items made the top-10 gear lists individually, their set bonus was incredible for the early game. Some guild leaders hesitated, weighing the pros and cons of spending such a fortune.


    One guild leader decided to take the plunge, but just as hepleted his top-up, the set had already been snapped up. Before he could rage about missing it, **Bone Crusher** reappeared in the auction house¡ªthis time for 1200 gold, and listed anonymously.


    *"Oh, they just want to flip it for a little profit? Fine, I''ll y along."* But thirty secondster, it was gone again. When it reappeared, the price had climbed to 1500 gold.


    **Empire Divine Warrior:** *"Orgod, you scammer! Why put a buyout price if you''re gonna keep relisting? Just sell it!"*n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    **Empire Divine Healer:** *"Friend, be honest. That''s not how you do business!"*


    **ThunderStrike:** *"ssic broke loser behavior."*


    After being passed through several scalpers, the set''s price ballooned to 1800 gold, finally snapped up by the Empire Guild leader himself. He bought it with a tear in his eye, knowing he''d just be the auction house''s biggest sucker.


    While this chaos unfolded, Orson sat in his living room, blissfully unaware, slurping instant noodles. Had he known the set had climbed to 180,000 credits, he would''ve kicked himself for underestimating the marketce. But as it was, he just got up, changed clothes, and hailed a cab to the hospital.


    As he neared the hospital and thought about finally seeing Sienna, Orson''s heart raced with excitement. She''d been gone from his life for five long years in that other world. Standing outside the building, he gripped a bouquet of carnations, hands trembling.


    *"What do I say?"* he wondered. *"Your awesome brother''s back with cash in hand? You miss me? Couldn''t sleep without your bro around?"* His thoughts spun in a wild jumble until he noticed the line at the payment counter had shortened. He took a deep breath and headed inside.


    "Orson? What a surprise!" a voice called out. He turned to see a fashionably dressed woman waving at him¡ªLauren, the head of Rank Studios, standing beside none other than Charles.


    It took Orson a few seconds to recognize her, and he nodded with a polite smile. *"Lauren? What brings you to the hospital¡ªare you okay?"*


    Lauren, looking wless as ever, smiled and replied, *"What, I can''t visit an employee''s family?"*


    *"Employee''s family?"* Orson repeated, raising an eyebrow.


    Lauren nodded, her smile unwavering. *"There must''ve been some misunderstanding. I didn''t approve any resignation letter."*


    Orson frowned. *"Lauren, I handed that in to Vance yesterday, and he gave it to Charles here."*


    Charles forced an awkward grin, stammering, *"Orson,e on, let''s not take things too seriously. It was just a little misunderstanding, right? A real misunderstanding!"*


    *"Right, well, we''ll have to straighten it outter. I need to get to the payment window."* Orson turned to head to the counter, but Lauren stopped him.


    *"Actually, no,"* she said, smiling warmly. Orson raised his brows, confused.


    *"Excuse me?"*


    Lauren, voice teasing, replied, *"You see, you submitted that letter, but I never approved it. So technically, it doesn''t count."*


    Stunned, Orson just gaped. *Is she¡­ refusing my resignation?*


    Before he could respond, Lauren''s expression turned serious. She nced at Charles. *"Well? Have you taken care of everything? What did the hospital say?"*


    Charles nodded obsequiously. *"Of course, Lauren. Miss Sienna''s surgery has been paid for, and Zion, the head surgeon, will personally oversee her case."*


    Orson blinked, baffled. He had no idea what was happening, but Lauren seemed dead serious. Why was she, the head of a gaming studio, arranging top-level medical care for his sister?


    Lauren continued, *"Here, take this."* She extended a tinum card. *"It''s only three million, but it''s yours."*


    Orson looked at her, utterly at a loss. *"Only three million¡­ and what''s that for?"*


    Lauren, flustered under Orson''s scrutinizing stare, coughed and replied, *"Ahem. Congrattions, Orson. You''ve just won our annual Employee of the Year award. The prize is three million credits!"*

 Chapter 20 20: I Really Messed Up!

    Three million as an "Outstanding Employee Award"?


    If this had happened just yesterday, Orson wouldn''t have cared if it was a joke or not; he would''ve snatched that card without a second thought and shoved it in his pocket. But now? A measly three million was nothing more than a joke.


    "Oh, Lauren, you''re just too much."


    Orson chuckled, watching Lauren''s stiff, ufortable smile. He''d practically read her intentions at a nce. This supposed "bonus" wasn''t a reward; it was an investment¡ªa down payment for Orson''s continued allegiance.


    She thought her sly moves and pretty little waist could keep him tied down? Please.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Lauren obviously had kept an eye on Orson''s dominant showing in *Infinite Dimensions*, and it was clear she wanted to keep him in Rank Studios, under her thumb.


    "Business not looking so good for the other games these days, huh, Lauren?" Orson asked with a half-smile.


    Lauren''s smile faltered, but she forced herself to keep calm. "It''s alright, I guess."


    Lauren had been doing well as an heiress, buildingpetitive teams and making decent money from pay-to-y studios in games like *Sword and Conquest*. But ever since *Infinite Dimensions* hadunched, other games had been losing yers fast. The investments she''d poured into *Sword and Conquest* were tanking daily. She had no choice but to throw all her resources into *Infinite Dimensions*, expanding her studio into arger guild in the hopes that the game''s massive yer base would finally pay off.


    Orson, with his undefeated "three-crown" reputation and current meteoric rise in the game, had clearly be Lauren''s prime target.


    Orson looked her over, unable to hide a smirk. "Gotta hand it to you, Lauren¡ªyou''re pretty sharp."


    "You tter me, Orson." She forced a smile, though his piercing stare made her uneasy.


    In just the first 30 hours sinceunch, the name Orgod had dominated the leaderboards, even surpassing *Dragon''s Kiss Guild* and its leader Usher. If Orson agreed to rejoin Rank Studios and helpedunch their guild, the buzz alone would skyrocket *Bright Gxy* into the spotlight.


    It was the perfect business y¡ªtextbook Lauren.


    In the previous timeline, *Bright Gxy* had indeed been a top-tier guild in the early days, and Orson himself had even led one of its 100-man farming teams. Back then, there wasn''t much difference between yers'' skill levels, and *Bright Gxy* had risen fast, clearing tough instances with Orson and several retired pros. Things were looking good¡ªuntil the first contested Guild Outpost event came around.


    But Lauren, satisfied with her initial gains, made a massive miscalction. She didn''t think the guild had enough power to take an outpost and refused to pay the 5 million for a spot in the guild wars. *Bright Gxy*''s top yers got poached, and in just a few short months, the guild was no longer in the running.


    Lauren gritted her teeth, then softened her voice. "Think about it. I could even give you full control of the guild."


    Orson couldn''t help butugh. "Oh, Lauren, stop joking around. There''s no way I could handle that responsibility."


    She might''ve yed it cool, but if he was still ving away as her "guild manager," would Lauren be standing here, looking desperate and asking him to ept a bonus? This woman, with here-hither looks and charming demeanor, was nothing more than a shark in business attire.


    In his two years of grinding under Rank Studios, Orson had earned the city''s minimum wage, ving away twelve hours a day. But he knew Lauren was just as much to me as Charles, the manager who did her dirty work with such glee.


    "Orson, please think it over," Charles started pleading, shing a fawning smile. "I''ve got a big mouth; I shouldn''t have snapped at you¡ªhere, you can smack me if it''ll make you feel better." He even raised his hand, as if ready to p himself for good measure.


    Orson cringed. "No need for that routine. Yesterday, you couldn''t have been happier to see Bradley and me fired."


    He shook his head as he turned away. "This isn''t the ce to discuss it. As for the surgery fees and this ''bonus,'' I won''t be epting them." Lauren''s heart dropped, but before she could protest, Orson added, "That said, I do owe you one for arranging for the chief surgeon."


    Lauren''s face brightened slightly, sensing an opening. But Orson shut it down immediately with a calm smile. "I won''t be joining your guild. The only thing I might do is help you secure an outpost¡ªbut I have one condition."


    "Lauren, don''t listen to his nonsense. Taking an outpost is no joke!" Charles muttered, lowering his voice to address Lauren directly. "Even if he''s good, he''s just one guy. The sign-up sheet already has over fifty guilds, and it''s expected to reach at least a hundred contenders. And there are only twelve avable guild outposts!"


    Lauren''s face tensed, but she turned back to Orson, who was as calm as if they were discussing the weather. "Alright, what''s your condition?" she asked, trying to hide the desperation in her voice.


    For her, this was an all-or-nothing gamble. With *Infinite Dimensions* exploding in poprity, sessfully iming an outpost could be her ticket to serious profits.


    Orson''s own thoughts turned as he nced at Charles. When he''d hit rock bottom after being fired from Celestial, Lauren had been the only one willing to take him in. She''d been stingy, yes, but she''d still taken him on. In a way, he did owe her for that.


    Orson took out his phone and dialed Bradley.


    "Yo, Orson! What''s up? Just about to start a dungeon."


    "Hold on. There''s someone here who wants to say hi."


    "Really?" Bradley perked up. "Is it a cute girl or something?"


    A loud smack and a scolding from his girlfriend were heard on the other end: "Girl my ass¡ªget lost, you pig!"


    Orson chuckled. "Don''t worry, my ears are ''closed.''" He turned on speaker and handed the phone to a visibly uneasy Charles.


    Lauren shot him a death re, but Charles stammered out a reluctant, "D-dad¡­ I''m sorry."


    Bradley''s gleeful voice crackled through the phone. "What? Signal''s spotty¡ªI didn''t quite catch that. Louder!"


    Charles turned beet red and nearly shouted, "DAD! I messed up, okay?!"


    Satisfied, Orson hung up, sending Bradley off in high spirits and leaving Lauren and Charles both speechless.


    After brushing them off, he took the bouquet of flowers and went to the door of hospital room 414. Orson took a deep breath, standing just outside, his hand shaking slightly as he clutched the flowers.


    "I don''t care how many times I''d have to do this over again¡­ I swear I''ll make sure nothing goes wrong this time."


    Orson braced himself, taking a few moments to gather his courage, telling himself it was just to be the brother she deserved. Finally, he peeked through the window.


    There, under a beam of gentle sunlight, was a young girl with chestnut hair sitting on the hospital bed. She looked so delicate, her pale skin almost translucent. Her long hair lifted softly in the breeze as she swiped through a tablet, the faintest smile on her lips.


    In that instant, Orson felt his heart shatter and mend all at once, his vision blurring as tears slipped down his cheeks.


    It was real¡ªhis nightmares had been vanquished, his dreame true.


    He opened the door and, ignoring the nces from the other patients, strode over to her and wrapped her tightly in his arms. He gently brushed a hand over her hair and murmured in her ear, "I''m back for real this time. I''m really back."


    "¡­Brother, aren''t you supposed to be at work?" The girl looked up at him in surprise, a soft blush coloring her cheeks, her innocent face beaming in the sunlight.

 Chapter 21 21: Biggest Fan Ever

    "Wow, you''re so embarrassing! Who''s the real crybaby here?" Sienna muttered in exasperation, eyeing her brother, who was bawling like a child. He''d buried his face into her shoulder, streaking her freshly changed hospital gown with tears. Blushing furiously, she tugged on his ear. "Alright, alright! We''ve only been apart two days, there''s no need to get so sentimental."


    Only then did Orson notice the ncesing from behind. The nurse nearby gave him a disapproving look, prompting him to step aside. "You don''t get it, kid," he scoffed, trying to save face. "It''s called ''a gentle man''s heart.''"


    "A gentle man? You can''t even do twenty push-ups, weakling."


    Sienna didn''t hold back,ughing at him mercilessly, and Orson fell silent, a bit embarrassed. This body wasn''t quite in top form, to say the least.


    Sienna cocked an eyebrow mischievously. "Sooo¡­ does this mean you''re taking me home? I can pack my stuff in under a minute!"


    Orson knew what she meant¡ªSienna was worried about wasting money on medical bills. It made his heart ache.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "What, so you can go home and cause trouble?" he teased, feigning annoyance. "I''ve already arranged for a VIP room. Your brother''s officially loaded again!"


    "Wait¡­ what?"


    "Paid your surgery fees, too," he said proudly. "Zion himself will be operating next month."


    Sienna''s eyes widened in disbelief, but after a moment, she looked skeptical. "Wait, you didn''t go and take out some insane loan, did you? Because if you did, and you don''t return it immediately, I''ll jump out of this window!"


    Orson knew Sienna wasn''t joking, either. Sighing, he quickly exined how he''d earned the money by dominating *Infinite Dimensions*.


    "So that''s you!" she burst intoughter. "I thought there was something suspiciously familiar about that guy everyone''s calling a ''scammer'' and ''official nt'' on the forums!"


    She handed Orson her tablet, still giggling. He nced at it and froze, his face immediately falling. The screen showed the top post on the *Infinite Dimensions* official forum: **"Remember This Scammer! This yer''s an Official nt Here to Make Us Spend!"**


    He clicked into it and saw his in-game alias, "Orgod," stered in the first post,plete with a screenshot. The replies were filled with angryments:


    **Ace of Spades**: "I have never seen someone so shameless! It''s obvious this ''Orgod'' is a test yer hired to bait us into spending money!"


    **RyeAndShine**: "Something was fishy from the start. He even admitted to being a test yer! Why isn''t he banned?"


    **DancerFan89**: "This game is ruined by greedy scammers like Orgod! I''ll quit for real if this keeps up."


    Within just an hour of being posted, the thread had racked up thousands of angry replies, making it the forum''s top post.


    "Wait¡­ someone actually paid a million for a set of transitional gear?" Orson scratched his head, still in disbelief. He had been prepared to sell the gear to ShatteredCrown at a lower price if it didn''t sell.


    Sienna shook her head, grinning yfully. "I always knew you''d be the best, no matter what game. I''ll always be your number one fan, Triple-Crown Champ!"


    Orson nodded, putting on a serious face. "Of course." He couldn''t help but smile. Seeing Sienna''s good spirits lifted his mood, too.


    In the past, whenever hepeted, Sienna was always there, front row, cheering him on. Protecting this girl wasn''t just a duty; she was his rock, his true inspiration. To him, it always felt like he needed her more than she needed him.


    "Listen to the nurses and don''t throw any tantrums," he gently reminded her, watching as the nurse approached to rece her IV drip. Sienna, looking like a well-behaved kitten, nodded obediently, pouting slightly.


    "Hey¡­ brother?" she called as he started to leave.


    Orson turned back. "Yeah?"


    Sienna''s cheeks reddened, and she looked up at him with a sweet smile. "When I''m all better, can I y with you? I''ll be a healer and support you in-game, okay?"


    A warmth spread through Orson, and he nodded, smiling. "Deal. I''ll be waiting."


    ---


    Back at his ce, Orson called Bradley.


    "Dude, you have no idea how much I''mughing right now. The whole office group chat is blowing up with people apologizing to me," Bradley wheezed. Charles had practically ordered every colleague who had insulted him to grovel, and Bradley was reveling in it.


    "Alright, alright, calm down. I need to talk to you about something serious. Remember we talked about starting a guild?" Orson said, his tone serious.


    "Of course I remember! You''re serious about it?"


    Orson thought it over, then replied, "Yeah, with the guild outpost battlesing up, we can''t miss this chance to secure a position. It''ll be a lot harderter."


    "Only problem is¡­ well, damn, five million in registration fees. That''s crazy expensive," Bradley hesitated. For them, that amount might as well have been a mountain.


    "No rush. We still have a week, and we''ll figure out the money. Even if we have to borrow it, we''ll make it work," Orson said resolutely.


    Guild outposts were game-changers, especially in *Infinite Dimensions*. The stronger the guild, the morepetitive they would be in clearing dungeons, fighting bosses, and gaining an edge in the uing yer-versus-yer battles. With reputation points in the game geared heavily towards guild achievements, the outposts were worth any cost.


    "True. And hey, you made a killing with those items you sold. You''re practically rich now!"


    "Eh, just a hundred or so," Orson replied casually.


    "A hundred? Try a hundred and eighty! Get real, man!" Bradley sounded almost offended.


    Orson blinked. "What¡­ one hundred and eighty?"


    Bradley exined how traders had flipped his items, and Orson felt like his heart had been split open. He wanted to scream. Those scumbags had raked in eight hundred more gold than he had, practically for free! Did he risk life and limb for a boss fight just so they could profit off him? This game was a joke!


    Calming himself, he arranged to meet Bradley in-game.


    ---


    When Orson entered *Infinite Dimensions*, he found himself back at the decrepit riverbed. He barely had time to adjust before he noticed Hazel peeking at him from behind arge rock.


    "Oh, brave but humble adventurer," Hazel mumbled, cheeks flushed. "Would you¡­ assist me with my attire?"


    Orson''s eyes gleamed with excitement. Could there be a better start to the day? Here was Hazel, standing there in nothing but her thin undergarments. The warmth in his heart, the trembling in his hands¡ªhe could hardly contain himself.


    As a reclusive gamer, he had to say this was one thing he truly appreciated about *Infinite Dimensions*. No overly modest filters blocking the view, and no "family-friendly" pixtions to ruin the immersion. Not surprisingly, though, this part of the game had outraged plenty of parents and moral watchdogs. But as far as the gods in the game world were concerned, the objections didn''t matter one bit.


    "You''ve gained +10 friendliness points with Hazel (10/100)."


    Assisting the slightly deranged but beautiful NPC instantly bumped up their friendliness score. Orson muttered, "They say with a 100-point friendliness score with NPCs, you can¡­ get married and have kids?"


    In hisst ythrough, Orson had been too preupied with hardcore mode and farming for ie to bother exploring NPC rtionships. But he knew that once the *Infinite Dimensions* world and reality began to converge, NPCs would take on real significance. They wouldn''t be any different from real people.


    He was a serious guy, after all. But he''d heard rumors of rare quests and unique sses that required high friendliness scores to unlock.


    Orson knew that raising friendliness was tough, with very few chances to get points. If he hadn''t returned Hazel''s items after clearing the *Night of Terror* dungeon, he would never have gained these 10 points.


    "Definitely worth investing some time here," he mused, bringing Hazel along to the suspension bridge leading to the city of Pandnorlin.


    "That¡­ that''s Orgod!"


    "Wait, and he has a female NPC with him? Dang, she''s¡­ wow! Is that how pros do it?"


    The yers nearby couldn''t help but stare at Orson, talking in hushed voices.


    "Oh my gosh! Look at that warrior! So handsome!"


    "You can tell he''s a looker in real life, just by his stance!"


    But soon, all eyes turned to another figure, a warrior with a gray cloak and a glinting silver sword, who stood stylishly against the side of the bridge. He swept back his hood, triggering a wave of cheers from the surrounding female yers.


    He had a chiseled, impossibly handsome face, diamond-bright silver hair, and a frame that was both tall and perfectly toned. His golden eyes locked onto Orson with a fierce intensity as he spoke in a deep, maic voice: "Tell me, stranger¡­


    which direction does your de point?"

 Chapter 22 22: Go Fight Him

    Of course, the dashing silver-haired warrior was none other than Bradley himself. Orson could barely keep a straight face at how absurdly good-looking he had made his character. If Bradley hadn''t ended up as a pro in grinding games, he could''ve made a fortune just creating avatars for people online. With looks like that, he''d be rich by now.


    Seeing Bradley''s over-the-top posturing, Orson held back a cringe and, red-faced, raised his staff skyward. "I aim my sword north to the Red-Light District and my heart southward to the biggest strip club in town!"


    Bradley strode up with a grin, bumping fists with Orson. A flurry of overly borate gestures followed, like a secret handshake between two kids who watched one too many action movies. The yers nearby just stared, utterly dumbfounded.


    "Aw, yeah, my man!" Bradley cheered, jumping up for a chest bump.


    "Next time, we keep the meet-up subtle," Orson muttered, his face flushed with embarrassment. This American-style boyhood ritual was too much even for him. Reluctantly, he epted the team invite Bradley sent.


    Bradley turned toward the massive albino snake boss watching them from its perch on the bridge and dered, "Alright, I''ll tank it. You just blow it to pieces."


    Orson nced at Bradley''s stats¡ªlevel 14, with 2150 HP and equipped in a decent blue gear set. His stats were impressive for a non-whale yer. Though Bradley hadn''t been a pro gamer before, his years with Orson had honed his skill far beyond that of a casual yer.


    "No need to trouble yourself. This little boss will go down in a few hits anyway," Orson said. "Besides, I''ve got to escort this NPC mage to her guild in the city."


    Bradley raised an eyebrow, just now noticing Hazel hiding behind Orson. His eyes lit up. "Hold up, why is my waifu with you? Hand her over!"


    Orson sighed. "You''ve got a death wish, Bradley. If your real-life waifu catches you simping for an NPC, she''ll have your skin."


    "Tch, she''d never dare disrespect the head of the household," Bradley sneered, shrugging it off. Orson just rolled his eyes, amused. Bradley''s exaggerated bravado hadn''t changed one bit.


    "Two yers taking on the White Serpent without a healer? And that mage''s still using a Level 1 staff. Are they here forughs or what?" Nearby yers muttered, ncing skeptically at them. The bridge still had a queue of yers waiting to challenge the boss. They''d been here sinceunch, watching every group that came and went.


    Strolling confidently onto the bridge, Bradley changed the subject. "So about forming a guild, how are we gonna pull this off? Even if we scrape together the money, we''ll still need decent people to help us manage. Can''t just grab some random scrubs, right?"


    "No worries, I''ve got a few folks in mind. Just need to introduce myself properly first." Orson chuckled.


    Bradley''s eyes lit up. "Alright, bro, I''ll trust you on this one."


    Just then, the massive serpent hissed and lunged at Bradley.


    ng! Bradley''s silver sword shed as he leapt forward, intercepting the creature''s fangs with a fierce block. He twisted his de and jabbed straight into its eye.


    **CRITICAL HIT! -570!**


    The serpent roared, spewing a jet of green poison at him. Bradley smoothly tossed his cloak up, blocking the venom as he charged forward, sword raised high,nding yet another critical hit.


    "Whoa! Blocking the poison with your cloak? That''s sick!" a yer watching murmured.


    "That guy''s a beast," another added. "I saw him yesterday¡ªhis whole team wiped, but he soloed the boss down to thest hit on barely any health."


    Bradley grinned at the praise, clearly showing off for Orson. Meanwhile, Orson just smirked. With a quick movement, he flicked out a basic fireball from his Level 1 staff.


    **-223**


    Bradley''s eyes went wide. "No way, Orson! You''re hitting 200 damage with that noob stick?"


    Orson stayed silent, smiling as the next wave of damage numbers appeared.


    **1560!**


    **1560!**


    **¡­**


    In seconds, the boss''s health plummeted by nearly 5,000 points.


    "Holy crap! That''s insane! There''s no way this is legit," Bradley gaped, almost at a loss for words.


    Nearby, the onlookers were equally dumbfounded.


    "Seriously? How''s this guy doing 5k in like, three seconds? Is this even real?"


    "Okay, I''m re-rolling as a mage!"


    Orson chuckled as Bradley shot him a look of disbelief. "Fine, fine. Guess I''m the clown for trying too hard, huh?" Bradley sighed in mock despair. He''de to show off, but Orson''s DPS hadpletely stolen the show.


    With barely any effort, they took down the boss in seconds. Only a few silver coins and junk items dropped, which wasn''t surprising¡ªthis serpent was just a story quest boss, nothing like the elite dungeon bosses.


    "Hey, are you using cheats? Tell me where to get some if you are," Bradley messaged him, still incredulous.


    "Keep dreaming," Orson replied with a chuckle. If anyone here was a cheat, it was him, the guy with memories from a previous life.


    "Bah, I don''t believe it. Fine, I''ll admit I''m trash, happy now?"


    Orson shook his head, amused. "When we hit the city, I''ll show you the ropes."


    "Bro, I''ll take you out for foot massages tomorrow!" Bradley eximed, ted.


    Orson: "..."


    In his previous life, Bradley had managed to unlock the hidden ss of Dark Knight on his first awakening, whichbined magic with sword skills. The ss was solid, ranked B-tier, but still a few tiers below the S-tier sses that truly dominated. Orson was nning to help him get a stronger start this time around.


    "Oh, and I''ve got a little video file to send you. Download it when you can." Orson mentioned.


    Bradley raised an eyebrow, grinning. "A video, eh? Thoughtful as ever, my man!"


    "Get lost! It''s a gamey vid," Orson said,ughing. He sent him the video of his solo fight against the Dark Elf Queen and told him to upload it to the *Infinite Dimensions* forum when the time was right.


    Chatting casually, the two strolled into the bustling city of Pandnorlin, escorting Hazel. Now that the top yers had mostly left the beginner vige, the city was packed, but thankfully spacious enough that there was no crowding.


    "Why''re we stopping at a bounty hunter tavern?" Bradley asked, frowning. "I already checked this ce out; the quests here are trash, and it costs ten gold just to be a bounty hunter."


    "Here, take some coins and sign up," Orson replied, sending him a trade request. Bradley epted, confused, but grinned as soon as he saw the 100 gold in the trade window.


    "Getting bankrolled feels great, bro!" Bradleyughed, epting the trade immediately.


    Orson grinned, thinking back to all the years they''d spent in the grind together. He trusted Bradley like a brother. This life, he wouldn''t let him down.


    In *Infinite Dimensions*, bounty hunters had a unique role. They could take on demon-hunting missions for rewards and even team up with NPC hunters. Bradley paid the fee and obtained his official hunter badge, looking expectantly at Orson.


    "Now what?"


    Orson pointed to a ragged, filthy man slumped in the tavern''s corner, his face and clothes coated in dirt. "See that homeless guy in the corner?"


    Bradley nodded, totally confused.


    "Go punch him. I''ll wait for you by the respawn point," Orson said with a smirk.


    "Wait, why the respawn point?" Bradley asked, bewildered.


    "Trust me! Just hit him¡ªit''ll trigger a special quest," Orson said, feigning seriousness. "Do it, man! Go get him!"


    Bradley was skeptical but too curious to resist. "Fine, if this helps us, I''ll do it." With a determined look, he marched over to the homeless man, wrinkling his nose at the smell. The NPC reeked so badly that even the other NPCs kept their distance.


    "Alright, I''m going for it!" Bradley muttered, building up his resolve. "This might be wrong, but it''s for the sake of hidden quests!"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    He braced himself, then kicked the homeless man square in the face.


    The man didn''t flinch, as if made of stone. He slowly turned his head, revealing tangled golden hair and piercing silver eyes that seemed to swirl with dark power.


    "Adventurer," the homeless man said, his voice cold. "Would you care for a thousand rounds of honorablebat with me?"


    **MoneyMan**: "I¡­ I''m out of here!"


    Bradley nced around for Orson, only to find he was long gone. Panicking, he opened up the NPC''s status window:


    **[Vagrant: Level 80]**


    **[HP: 70,000,000]**


    **[Attack: ???]**


    **[Skills: ???]**


    "Holy crap, he''s level 80! Seventy million HP!


    Who the hell is this guy!?"

 Chapter 23 23: Touch of the Fire Serpent

    "You''re a brave one, adventurer!" The vagrant rose to his full height, towering over two meters, his presencemanding and formidable.


    Bradley gulped, craning his neck up at the man, a surge of panic rising in his chest.


    "You''ve challenged the Holy Swordmaster! Your duel is about to begin!"


    The system prompt alone made Bradley break into a cold sweat. Holy Swordmaster? Even the name sounded terrifying.


    "Oh, hell no! I made a mistake!" Bradley yelped.


    But the vagrant reached out with a single massive hand, hoisting Bradley up like a helpless chick. Ignoring Bradley''s desperate pleas, the vagrant kicked the doors of the Bounty Hunter''s Guild open, sending them flying and taking out four unlucky yers in the process.


    With an intense gleam in his eyes, the vagrant gripped Bradley by the cor, leapt high into the air, andnded meters away on arge training field. His movements were like that of a mountaine to life, exuding a fearsome battle aura.


    Bradley''s eyes went wide in shock, his mind racing. The vagrant raised his left hand, dark mes swirling around it, while his right hand glowed with a blinding holy light.


    "Dual-wielding magic swords!?" Bradley thought, overwhelmed. For a moment, the man before him seemed less like a person and more like a godly weapon forged for destruction.


    His stance¡­ It was dual-de style! Bradley''s astonishment deepened. This technique wasn''t just dual-wielding¡ªit was swordsmanship so advanced that the user''s entire body acted as the hilt.


    "It''s time, young man," the vagrant''s silver eyes zed as he took a step forward.


    **System Notification: You have triggered the S-Rank hidden ss quest¡ª''Forged in Fire''.**


    **Quest Objective: Survive and strike a hit on the Holy Swordmaster within 1,000 attempts. Each death will reduce your experience points until you seed. Failing to strike the Swordmaster will result in quest failure.**


    Bradley''s heart plummeted. Eighty levels ahead of him, and he was supposed to get a hit in? This had to be a joke! Was he about to get pummeled a thousand times?


    Before he could react¡ª


    **-2250!**


    One strike, and Bradley was out, his body flying backward. He barely registered what had happened before finding himself back at the nearest respawn point.


    An older yer pped a hand on his shoulder, grinning widely. "So, how was it? Feel good?"


    Bradley just stared at Orson, swallowing hard before replying, "Pretty smooth death, not gonna lie¡­ and that guy''s insane! An S-Rank hidden quest? I''m all in, I''m gonna take him down!"


    "Take your time and think before you charge in again," Orson chuckled. While Bradley often put on an exaggerated tough front, Orson knew he''d never back down from a real challenge. He was a ssic, hard-headed tank through and through.


    That vagrant was no ordinary NPC¡ªhe was none other than cier, the Sword Saint, the leader of the seven swordmasters of the Holy Dragon Empire. Despite being a magic swordsman, cier was unique in his mastery of both light and dark magic, a contrast that had led to his ostracization by the holy order.


    While many yers in Orson''s previous life had heard of the "Forged in Fire" quest, very few had actually passed its tests. The challenge was brutal: high skill requirements, experience deductions on death, and the grueling prospect of potentially dropping to level one in the process.


    But Orson was confident Bradley could handle it. Even back then, Bradley had been one of the strongest Dark Knights around¡ªhe just needed the right gear and soulprints to match his potential.


    As Bradley headed off to take another shot at cier, Orson took Hazel to the Mage''s Guild.


    "Hazel."


    An elderly, white-haired mage approached them, his eyes stern as they rested on Hazel.


    Hazel pouted, rushing up to hug the old man''s arm. "I''m back, Master!"


    "So that''s mebound," Orson mused. This was the mage who had created the D-Rank spell *Sacred Sun Shield*. Though only D-Rank, the spell''s defensive power was incredible as long as one''s mana pool could keep up. It rivaled, or even exceeded, many C- and B-Rank defensive spells, a testament to mebound''s mastery.


    Hazel looked embarrassed, giving Orson a shy smile. "I got lost¡­ It was this brave adventurer who escorted me back safely, Master."


    The old mage nodded sternly, sighing. "Go and prepare for the banquet the Lord Mayor is hosting. You don''t want to shame your noble heritage, do you?"


    "Noble heritage?" Orson muttered in surprise. "Guess I shouldn''t be so shocked."


    **System Notification: You havepleted Hazel''s Hidden Quest Sequence 2.**


    **Reward: mebound offers you 50 silver coins. You may choose to ept or decline.**


    Orson raised an eyebrow. That was it? After all he''d done, especially the borderline dangerous task of outfitting a yandere mage, 50 silver felt like an insult.


    "No, thank you," Orson replied with a polite shake of his head.


    "Hold on, adventurer," the old mage called after him. "Destroying demons is no easy task. Here, I have a spell more suited to your abilities."


    Orson turned back, a smile spreading across his face. Sometimes, holding back paid off twice over.


    **System Notification: You have received the C-Rank Fire Magic spell ''Touch of the Fire Serpent''.**


    **Description: Created by the Mage mebound, this spell consumes 500 MP to summon a fiery serpent that deals 200 + Magic Attack as AoE damage and inflicts 300 burn damage over time. Cooldown: 1 minute.**


    The spell had a powerful AoE effect and impressive damage, but the high mana cost and cooldown were a bit much. Still, with his immense range and the *Elven Gem* artifact, Orson could reduce the cooldown and possibly even cast multiple fire serpents at once. At over a kilometer away, three serpents unleashed simultaneously would be devastating.


    Even more intriguing was that leveling *Touch of the Fire Serpent* would unlock a special effect at max level¡ªan unusual trait for a C-Rank spell. Typically, only B-Rank or higher spells had such abilities.


    "Alright, time to level this up." Orson headed to the guild shop to enhance his new spell.


    **System Notification: You have spent 1 skill point and 40 silver. ''Touch of the Fire Serpent'' is now Level 2.**


    **You have spent 2 skill points and 90 silver. ''Touch of the Fire Serpent'' is now Level 3.**


    **You have spent 4 skill points and 1.9 gold. ''Touch of the Fire Serpent'' is now Level 4.**


    ¡­


    After pouring all 30 skill points into the spell, he''d managed to raise it to level eight, but it had cost over 50 gold¡ªmore than five thousand real-world dors! This was why mage sses were notorious for their cost.


    "Still, that''s some impressive stat scaling," he muttered, examining the updated spell. At level eight, it now dealt 350 + Magic Attack as base damage, with a burn effect of 470 damage over time, and the cooldown had been reduced to 52 seconds.


    Orson nced at his skill point count, frowning. He needed at least 20 more skill points to max out the spell, but the Dragon''s Kiss Guild had already imed the first clear reward for the elite *Dungeon of Shadows*, so another run wouldn''t yield nearly as much.


    Suddenly, he received a message.


    **You have received an invitation from the Lord Mayor.**


    **Mail Message: The Lord Mayor cordially invites the top 100 yers on the leaderboards to attend a banquet at the Lord''s Manor to discuss strategies for eradicating demons.**


    **System Notification: Your level currently ranks 27th. You have qualified for the Side Quest ''Night Banquet''.**n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    **Quest Description: Participate in the banquet to earnrge rewards of EXP, skill points, and attribute points. Warning: Quest difficulty may be high.**


    Orson raised an eyebrow, feeling a slight unease. "This¡­ banquet quest¡­ I''ve got a bad feeling about this."

 Chapter 24 24: Arch-Enemies

    "Two-Guns:" "Haha, bro, I made it in at rank 100! Right on the cutoff!"


    "LovesT-Swift:" "Give it up, noob. This quest''s for the top 100, so you''re probably just cannon fodder for the real yers."


    "Two-Guns:" "Shows what you know! Usher and the big shots will clear the way, so I can just sit back and soak up the rewards."


    ¡­


    On the world channel, yers who didn''t make the cutoff were full of regret. That''s whates with leveling fast¡ªevery advantage snowballs!


    "This quest is trouble," Orson thought, knowing this event would be a test from the gods, a trap set just for top-tier yers. Checking the leaderboard, he noted the names.


    10th ce: Madman (Lv. 16, 22%)


    9th ce: Dragon''s Kiss Guild Prince (Lv. 16, 45%)


    8th ce: EmberKnight (Lv. 16, 77%)


    ¡­


    3rd ce: Usher (Lv. 17, 13%)


    2nd ce: Empress of the Moon (Lv. 17, 35%)


    1st ce: nk (Lv. 19, 55%)


    "Madman at tenth, huh? That guy''s as crazy as ever," Orson grinned, recognizing a familiar name. In his past life, Madman had been part of his fixed team, along with Bradley and three others, going through countless battles together.


    And the "Empress"¡ªshe was as fierce as ever. This top female yer had surged to second ce and even surpassed Usher. She led the all-female Moonlight Guild, known for being a powerhouse with both healer and tank capabilities, and she''d soon awaken a Double A-Rank ss, the Holy Pdin. Practically indestructible, she dominated the early dungeons, but her guild, made up mostly of casual female yers, was small. When Dragon''s Kiss Guild came calling, they eventually swept her guild aside.


    Then there was "nk," the top yer on the board. No one had ever actually seen his face, but his reputation as a deadly assassin was unmatched. He''d not only held his own but had even taken Usher down solo on multiple asions. He didn''t belong to any guild, yet rumors hinted he possessed at least two god-tier soul imprints, marking him as one of the gods'' chosen. He was Usher''s sworn nemesis and the reason the Golden Throne was no secure seat for Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s leader.


    "A mysterious prodigy," Orson murmured. Wealth and luck both seemed to favor him, yet nk''s identity remained an enigma.


    Although Orson knew this "Feast at the Gate" quest was a trap, he was intrigued to see what this top assassin actually looked like.


    Bradley (Private Message): "This is brutal! Got killed eight times and dropped out of the top 100!"


    Orson: "Don''t sweat it. I''ve studied this quest; barely anyone will clear it. The penalties are severe."


    Bradley: "Oh, alright, I feel better¡­ I''m getting back to grinding on this old bastard!"


    Orson chuckled. Even if Bradley dropped down to level one, he could power-level him back up to the top ranks in a day. That minor experience loss was well worth the chance to obtain an S-Rank ss.


    Approaching the Lord''s Mansion, Orson noticed yers parting to avoid him, as if he was a gue.


    "Hey, kid."


    A towering knight stepped up to him.


    "About before¡­ Sorry," the knight muttered.


    Orson raised an eyebrow. "Who are you?"


    The knight looked taken aback but gritted his teeth. "I''m Skysher, the one who ambushed you yesterday."


    "Oh, Dragon''s Kiss Guild? Impressive." Orson''s voice dripped with sarcasm.


    "Easy there. Besides our little misunderstanding, has Dragon''s Kiss Guild somehow wronged you?" A woman in a blue hero-tier robe approached¡ªher name was Ivy, and she held a level 10 hero staff, making her stand out in the crowd.


    "Nothing much. I just don''t like you people." Orson shed a harmless, friendly smile that made her freeze, gripping her staff.


    "It''s you!" Ivy''s face went pale, and she stumbled back a few steps.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    Orson''s eyes narrowed. "I remember now. You''re that water mage¡­ not a good one at that."


    Her face flushed with anger, but Skysher quickly shot her a look, warning her to hold her tongue.


    "Look, our leader Usher wants you in Dragon''s Kiss Guild. He said you could even name your own sry." Skysher tried to keep his tone friendly, sidling up to Orson.


    Amused, Orson leaned in and whispered, "Get out of my face before I kill you."


    Skysher''s face twisted with anger, but he forced a smile. "Not sure you realize what an offer this is, pal."


    Orson looked around at the other yers and spoke clearly, "I''ll join Dragon''s Kiss Guild, but only if Usher brings me his head as an offering."


    A hush fell over the crowd as everyone absorbed his words.


    "Top Lane Triple Kill:" "Whoa¡­ this guy''s got guts! Turning down Dragon''s Kiss Guild like it''s nothing. Respect."


    "InTooDeep:" "Who cares about Dragon''s Kiss? They''re just a bunch of rich kids anyway."


    Usher''s voice cut through the crowd just then, smooth and untroubled. "Let''s not make this difficult, Orson."


    The voice sent a chill through Orson. He turned to see the guild leader himself making his way over, the yers parting to let him through.


    With his easygoing smile, Usher stepped forward, his elegant hero-tier armor shimmering. His presence was maic, his poise suggesting he held the entire city within his grasp.


    "Orson, the Three-Time Champion, I presume?" Usher''s voice was filled with mild amusement.


    Orson stood still, jaw clenched, as memories shed through his mind¡ªyears of rivalry, triumph, betrayal. This man had gone from teammate to bitter foe. He took a deep breath and gave a sly smile.


    "Yes, that''s me. So, you want to ''cooperate?''" Orson muttered, still seething with the weight of their shared history.


    Usher chuckled softly, then gestured to his head, "If you really want my head,e take it."


    Orson raised his staff slightly, hesitating only a moment before smiling to himself. "Very well. I''ll grant your request."


    The crowd went silent, Usher''s confident smile fading.


    Orson''s staff glowed as a massive hexagram formed in the air before him. Dark mes spiraled up, forming into a giant ming serpent that hissed with deadly intent.

 Chapter 25 25: The Empress

    A terrifying crimson monster erupted forth, tearing through everything indiscriminately.


    "What on earth is that skill? The range is insane¡­"


    The yers standing too close to Usher were caught in the attack, and Orson wasn''t about to show them any mercy. The surrounding crowd got hit as coteral damage, instantly knocked out.


    "Boss!" Skysher''s face went pale as he rushed to shield Usher, hoping to absorb some of the damage. But Orson''s eyes turned cold. "Might as well all die together. Keep it nice and neat."


    Under Orson''s control, the ming serpent raged through the crowd, engulfing everything within a 20-meter radius. No one could escape its path.


    "Is this area damage for real? How is it this strong?"


    -780!


    Over a dozen damage numbers from [Serpent''s Touch] shed above the yers'' heads, dropping their HP by half in an instant. But the worst was yet toe. The fiery serpent''s burn effect triggered his [zing Burn] talent, applying continuous, brutal damage.


    -1530!


    Skysher and Ivy disintegrated in shes of white light as they were killed outright. Usher, though, with his formidable presence, stood his ground amid the mes, unfazed by the danger. His health held up due to the Heroic armor set, but even that wasn''t enough to hold him up for long.


    "So, is this what you wanted?" Usher''s voice was cold.


    -1530!


    ¡­


    The burn damage kept ticking, and even with his gear, Usher''s health was rapidly dropping to zero. Orson''s name had turned a deep crimson, the universal mark of a killer.


    "You can interpret it that way. So let''s end this, here and now." Orson''s expression was steely and resolute. The self-proimed king standing before him had no idea that, in three years, an invasion of nightmarish monsters¡ªand the Dragon''s Kiss Guild traitors alongside them¡ªwould bring untold catastrophe to the realm.


    "I ept your challenge, Orson." Usher''s gaze narrowed, steeling himself just as the mes enveloped him.


    "What¡­ Usher just got taken down? Just like that? What kind of insane damage are we dealing with here? Is he using one of those legendary Soul Seals?"


    "A red name! I can''t believe he dared to go full PvP in the city like this. Isn''t he worried about losing his gear?"


    As yers scattered to avoid getting caught up, whispers began spreading through the crowd.


    In the early stages, this level of firepower was impossible without rare and powerful items¡ªeither some Legendary gear or a high-grade Soul Seal, the kind only true elites would possess.


    Endless Abyss: "If it''s a Soul Seal, it wouldn''t drop on death. But this guy made a killing from selling that Bone Crusher set¡­"


    EmberKnight: "True. As loathsome as Dragon''s Kiss Guild is, red-named yers need to pay the price."


    The eighth-ranked yer, EmberKnight, stepped forward, his gaze fixed on Orson. "What are we waiting for? I''m dying to see what this guy¡ªsome so-called champion¡ªhas got."


    "Yeah, let''s take him down! Red names deserve to die!"n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    "Right! Who does he think he is, killing people in the city?"


    With EmberKnight rallying support, ten or so yers joined in, closing in on Orson, eager to capitalize on his red name.


    "Anyone helping Dragon''s Kiss Guild, I''ll kill as well," Orson replied coolly, with a smirk that made it clear he was dead serious. They might talk about justice, but all they really wanted was to score loot from his red name.


    EmberKnight sneered. "He can''t be all that if we force him into closebat. Let''s see him squirm!"


    At his signal, the yers closed in, aiming to trap Orson in melee range¡ªthe one weakness of most mages. Orson, however, simply grinned. They didn''t understand the sheer might of his Ninefold Sun Shield. If it could withstand direct hits from the Dark Elf Queen, they didn''t stand a chance.


    As he raised his staff to summon his shield, Orson suddenly felt a chill down his spine. He turned quickly, only to freeze in shock.


    "Gotcha! Backstab iing!"


    A dark-d rogue phased in and out of the shadows, appearing right behind him with a wicked smile. It was none other than Madman, an old friend from his previous life. The idiot was actually gunning for him. Orson hadn''t seen thising at all.


    Caught off guard, Orson hesitated just long enough for Madman''s swift, lethal strike to slip through his half-formed shield.


    The rogue''s knife arced straight for Orson''s heart in a blow that would''ve killed him instantly¡ªif not for a sudden sh of silver.


    A tall, striking female knight appeared between them, her movements swift as lightning. "Unstoppable¡ªShield Wall!" she called.


    With a resounding crash, the knight''s shield struck the ground, the impact rippling outward and sending the yers around Orson staggering back. It was a forced knockback effectbined with stun.


    "Hold up, Sadist," Madman whined, stunned. "This is at least worth thousands in gold. Trying to take it all for yourself?"


    "You talk too much, Madman." Her words were as cold as her gaze.


    "Focus fire on him!" she ordered, and three archers let loose, making quick work of Madman before he knew what hit him.


    "Karma¡ªpoetic justice, atst!" Orson burst outughing. To see the notorious Madman¡ªthe second-best rogue after nk¡ªfinally get what wasing to him was priceless.


    The Empress gave Orson an odd look, surprised to see himughing after almost dying. Stepping forward with her shield raised, she faced down the crowd. "You want this red name? You''ll have to go through me first. Who''s first?"


    A priest among the yers spoke up, "Empress, are you even aware of what you''re doing? That guy just killed Usher! Do you want Moonlight Guild wiped out too?"


    "Dragon''s Kiss Guild can kill at will, but they''re terrified of being killed themselves?" she replied disdainfully, casting a nce at Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s deputy, Prince.


    "With the Empress protecting him, who''d dare mess with the biggest tank here? She''s got nearly 5000 HP!"


    Orson raised an eyebrow. This was a fortress of a knight. Her HP was practically double that of any other tank, and he could tell she was outfitted with at least three pieces of Heroic-grade gear. With a shield in hand and her tanking skills, even if dozens of elites charged her, they wouldn''t stand a chance.


    Prince: "Just wait until the guild war, and we''ll turn Moonlight Guild into a pincushion!"


    The Empress remained unmoved, about to order her team to charge when Orson stepped in first, unleashing a volley of fireballs that sent Prince flying backward.


    Engulfed in mes, Prince frantically healed himself, casting everything he had¡ªsingle heals, group heals, healing aura¡­


    +360!


    +420!


    -1600!


    Gulping down mana potions, Prince threw five or six skills at himself, yet his health continued to plummet.


    "This fire damage¡­ it''s totally insane!"


    Three secondster, still in disbelief, Prince went up in mes, leaving behind only a charred corpse.


    "This mage ss is busted, no way! That damage output doesn''t add up," a member of Moonlight Guild gasped.


    The Empress, unfazed, looked at Orson and asked coolly, "That''s the power of a God-tier Soul Seal, isn''t it?"


    Orson didn''t answer her directly. Smiling, he met her gaze and got straight to the point: "Alright, you helped me out. Now tell me, what''s in it for you?"

 Chapter 26 26: Collusion with Monsters?

    The Empress looked a bit surprised at Orson''s directness but replied simply, "I don''t like to see people ganging up on one person."


    Orson''s face remained impassive. After everything he''d been through, he didn''t trust in random acts of kindness¡ªespecially not from a yer as formidable as the Empress.


    She maintained her cool demeanor and added, "Just remember, you owe me a favor."


    "Understood."


    Without further words, Orson headed into the lord''s banquet hall. Lord Cain sat on his throne at the far end, surrounded byvish tables brimming with rare delicacies and lively entertainers meant to wee the yers.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    One by one, the top-ranked yers entered the hall, and Orson scanned the crowd, searching for any trace of nk, the elusive assassin. Disappointingly, however, about half of the yers had chosen to hide their names, and with rogues famously inclined toward secrecy, identifying nk by appearance alone was nearly impossible.


    "Orson, you better get ready to start over from level zero! You''re about to be the biggest joke in Infinite Dimensions!"


    "You killed us. Don''t think you''re safe just because you''re hiding in the safe zone."


    The yers Orson had previously killed were arriving from the respawn point, with Usher and his furious guildmates at the forefront. But since they were within the dungeon, where yer killing was disabled, they could only re and curse at him.


    "Count your blessings that you hid under that S-tier shield. Next time, I''ll strip everyst piece of gear off you," taunted Madman, slinging an arm around Orson and the Empress with a sly grin.


    "Get lost," the Empress snapped, unceremoniously tossing Madman aside with a swift motion that left no room for argument. He twisted mid-air,nding gracefully despite her forceful dismissal.


    "Don''t get cocky, Empress. As soon as I awaken my ss, your armor is the first thing I''m tearing off," Madman retorted, his smile a mixture of confidence and mischief.


    Orson chuckled, "You''d better watch out, Empress¡ªhe means it."


    "Buzz off, you pest!" shouted a warrior at the Empress''s side, ring daggers at Madman.


    "Ooh, looks like the Empress''s little bootlicker''s got some fire in him," Madman mocked before snatching food off the banquet table and digging in.


    Ignoring Madman''s antics, the Empress turned to Orson and spoke quietly. "What do you make of this dungeon? Just a banquet doesn''t seem enough to warrant a high-difficulty rating."


    "Look around at the NPCs," Orson said, nodding toward the edges of the banquet hall, where four robed figures were inscribing peculiar symbols on the walls. "Those robed figures are temple mages."


    The Empress frowned, her respect for Orson''s keen perception growing. "Temple mages? But they wouldn''t normally attack yers¡­"


    "Exactly. Let''s see what happens," Orson replied, his gazending on the young girl seated beside the lord¡ªHazel, the very NPC he''d recently escorted back to the city.


    As the banquet began, Lord Cain delivered a stirring speech, praising the arrival of the brave adventurers. Orson settled into his seat, grabbing an apple and taking a bite. The food in Infinite Dimensions was astonishingly realistic; it couldn''t truly satisfy hunger, but it was convincing enough for a yer''s senses.


    Feeling a hostile gaze, Orson nced up, his eyes meeting Usher''s across the room. Usher visibly flinched, taken aback by the sheer animosity in Orson''s expression, wondering what he could''ve possibly done to earn such hatred.


    "Have we met in real life?" Usher messaged.


    Orson hesitated briefly before replying, "No."


    "Then what do you gain from this hostility? Tell me."


    "No gain at all," Orson replied, adding a dark smile. "But given the chance, I''ll still kill everyst one of you."


    Usher''s face darkened. Though he considered himself tolerant and ambitious enough to conquer Infinite Dimensions, Orson''s disregard for any consequences challenged his self-control.


    "An ignorant fool!" Usher seethed, his anger stirring at Orson''s tant defiance.


    Usher took a deep breath, steadying himself. "I look forward to meeting you in the real world, Orson," he messaged coolly.


    Orson''s expression froze, his eyes hardening. Unlike in the game, Usher''s real-world resources were vast, and removing a mere nuisance like Orson would be simple. But he had no idea that taking down a veteran of apocalypse trials would demand a far higher price than he expected.


    Just then, Lord Cain''s booming voice cut through his thoughts. "The protective barrier around Pontnolyn City has weakened, and it''s possible demons have slipped through. I ask all of you to lend your strength to avert this crisis!"


    The tension in the hall mounted as a sense of foreboding spread.


    Prince from Dragon''s Kiss Guild spoke up. "And how exactly do you want us to ''help'' with that?"


    "I''ve got a bad feeling about this," muttered Madman, shifting uneasily. The top yers immediately sensed something amiss as the air grew heavy and ominous.


    Orson nced toward the back of the hall, realizing the four temple mages had vanished without a trace.


    "Night Banquet Quest Part 1: Survive at all costs."


    A system notification appeared, and a chill ran through the hall as the yers realized the safe zone had been disabled.


    "Valiant adventurers, this will be your hour of glory!" Lord Cain''sughter echoed chillingly.


    Usher reacted first, standing up and drawing his Heroic-grade longbow, aiming it squarely at the lord.


    Swish!


    In a matter of seconds, three arrows flew in a straight line, aimed at the lord''s forehead.


    "Is that a Ranger skill? No¡­ That''s just insanely fast manual attacks."


    Orson''s eyebrow lifted in admiration. Without ss awakening, Rangers had a maximum attack speed of 1.5, yet Usher''s was at least double that. Even at this early stage, Usher''s attack rate and precision set him apart, earning him his reputation.


    Lord Cain remained unfazed. Hazel stepped forward, raising a Sun Shield to block Usher''s arrows with ease. Orson''s brows furrowed as he noted the conflicted expression on her face¡ªshe was clearly reluctant to be part of this ambush.


    "Enjoy yourselves, my honored guests!" Lord Cain sneered, hisughter ringing ominously.


    Suddenly, a dozen figures shrouded in blood-red mist appeared in the banquet hall, their faces eerily beautiful, eyes gleaming with an insatiable hunger.


    [Vampire Minion: Level 20]


    HP: 50,000/50,000


    Attack: 380


    Skills: Soul Bind, Blood Feast, Basic Blood Magic


    "What the hell? The city lord''s colluding with vampires? This plot twist is ridiculous!"


    "These creatures are stronger than Level 10 Elite Bosses! How are we supposed to fight when there are so many?"


    Some yers, realizing the danger, attempted to forfeit the quest and make a run for the door. But when they reached the exit, they found it sealed with a powerful magic lock.


    "Screw it, we''ll fight our way out!" shouted a Level 15 warrior, rallying his party members.


    In an instant, a red shadow flickered before him. A vampire''s w shredded his armor effortlessly, and its fangs sank into his neck, draining his life. His face paled, his body petrified, and, momentster, he was transformed into a stone statue, his final expression frozen in terror.


    [Soul Bound: Target''s soul is bound. Resurrection possible in 48 hours.]


    yers gasped in horror as a countdown appeared above the statue. A bite from a vampire meant a two-day lockdown, a devastating setback during this crucial early phase of leveling.


    "This exins why so many first-wave yers disappeared from the rankings after the banquet quest in the previous game." Orson''s mind reeled as everything clicked into ce.


    For first-tier yers, even a two-day dy could set them leagues behind in levels and gear. The fear and despair in the hall were palpable as twenty more yers were reduced to lifeless stone.


    "I''m pleased with this feast, Lord Cain," a woman in a red robe announced as she emerged from the bloody mist, her gaze delighted at the massacre before her.


    [Keril the Butcher: Level 20]


    HP: 1,200,000/1,200,000


    Attack: 770


    Skills: Mass Bind, Blood Dragon''s Roar, Super Armor, Blood Sacrifice Enhancement

 Chapter 27 27: Law Enforcement Trap

    "All ranged DPS, position behind me! Shield walls, tanks up front! Healers, cast Light Barrier on the frontline!"manded the Empress with a steady tone. She took the lead, positioning herself at the forefront while other yers quickly organized into formation.


    A few shields, capable of absorbing 400 points of damage, appeared over the frontliners. The Empress barked, "Push forward! Tanks, use Taunt to gather up the minions¡ªfocus them down first!"


    "Hey, what are you standing there for? Get behind me!" a warrior called out, trying to yank Orson back into formation. Orson simply sidestepped him.


    "Orgod?" The Empress raised an eyebrow, noticing his inaction.


    Orson shook his head. "This isn''t going to work. Those shields won''t hold up. Get killed here, and you''ll be petrified."


    "So what do we do¡ªstand around waiting for death?" Madman snapped.


    "Hold off for now. There''s something off about this setup," Orson replied, remaining unshaken.


    As brutal as the difficulty settings in Infinite Dimensions could be, Orson knew the game wasn''t designed to be outright unwinnable. There had to be some way forward. Yet with the doors sealed and so many vampiric enemies as strong as elite bosses flooding the hall, it was impossible to hold back the tide indefinitely.


    In short, they had no choice but to wait.


    A message shed: "The Lord of the City has betrayed you. Survive as best you can."


    yers exchanged uneasy nces as the notification appeared. All around them, yers were seized and torn apart by vampires, their bodies rapidly petrifying. In minutes, the floor was littered with stone statues where yers had once stood.


    "Forget it! I''m going in!" shouted Skysher from Dragon''s Kiss Guild, charging with a few other guild members in a final frenzy. They threw themselves forward, determined to take down as many vampires as possible.


    Usher, their leader, waited for just the right moment, drawing back his bow and firing a zing Arrow that scattered the vampire attackers. Then, with one smooth motion, he leaped back to the safer rear lines where Orson''s group held position.


    Unfortunately, his maneuver led the pursuing vampires straight toward Orson''s party.


    Seeing this, the tanks at the front attempted to intercept by drawing the vampires'' attention. Unfortunately, they ended up taking on Usher''s aggro, as well, and were overrun.


    "Damn him! He''s trying to get us killed!" Madman cursed, his face twisting in frustration.


    Usher merely smirked, sending a private message to Orson: "Getting a taste of your own medicine now?"


    Orson remained silent, though he had to acknowledge Usher''s move was clever. He didn''t need to use their group as a shield, after all¡ªUsher had other contingencies. Orson knew this firsthand, as Usher was one of the few to survive this very banquet in the past.


    "Hold your ground!" the Empressmanded, mming her shield into the floor with a powerful thud. A surge of force rippled outward, pulling the vampires within range.


    "A C-rank skill¡ªBrutal Strike!" Orson observed, recognizing the skill''s iconic taunt ability. This move alone had made Brutal Strike one of the most coveted tanking skills, often fetching 200 gold coins on the auction house.


    With a roar, the Empress brought her sword down on the vampires, stunning and debuffing their attack power. Still, she was barely holding on, her health jumping between 300 and 1200 as her healers struggled to keep up.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Seeing this, Orson made his move. Raising his staff, he summoned a raging serpent of me.


    -830!


    -830!


    -1600!


    The mes spread, incinerating the vampires and eliciting shrieks of agony. Watching the spectacle, Ivy, another mage, paled. "Just as ridiculous as ever¡­"


    Even Usher was visibly shaken, muttering to himself, "Insanely strong. But if he won''t fight for me, he''ll have to die."


    "Don''t just stand there! Keep the DPSing!" Orson snapped, giving Usher an impatient re. Usher, visibly annoyed, reluctantly nodded and resumed attacking.


    With everyone forced into cooperation, the vampires fell quickly. Once thest of them was down, the Empress checked the battle statistics and inhaled sharply. Usher, fully equipped with hero-grade gear, had contributed 15% of the damage. Orson alone had dealt an astonishing 70%, while the rest had managed a mere 15%bined.


    "Holy hell, this guy is seriously a cheat code!" Madman gawked, looking at Orson as though he were some rare artifact.


    "You''ve in a Vampire Minion. Exp +2000!"


    "You''ve in¡­"


    As the vampires fell, the floor was littered with skill books and equipment. Madman, unable to resist, reached to scoop up some of the loot.


    Orson, however, was faster. With a casual wave of his hand, the loot vanished into his inventory.


    "Two skill books, four blue-grade items¡ªnot bad." Orson chuckled, ignoring the grumbling from the others.


    The immediate danger passed, but more vampires poured into the hall as blood-red fog continued to spread.


    "Crap, there''s no end to this!" Madman grumbled.


    "Something''s wrong!" the Empress called out, realizing they were at their limit.


    Orson, though, was watching something else entirely. He''d been keeping an eye on Keril the Butcher, the real boss, who still had yet to join the fight.


    Now, however, the lord of the city finally made his move. With a satisfied gleam in his eye, he signaled Hazel, who was at his side. Hazel''s face tightened as she raised her staff, channeling an intense wave of magic.


    Orson was startled as the symbols etched into the hall''s walls suddenly glowed, projecting a series of beams that formed a giant cage around Keril.


    The vampire lord''s face twisted in fury. He threw himself against the barrier, howling, "Liar! Liar! You tricked me!"


    "You desecrated my city and attacked my people," the lord sneered, looking to Hazel. "Do it."


    Hazel lifted her staff, her face set in grim determination. "Holy Magic: Angel''s Judgment."


    A colossal spectral angel appeared, six wings spread wide. Glowing spears rained down, skewering not only Keril but also the surrounding vampires.


    -99999!


    -99999!


    Scores of vampires disintegrated. The glowing spears, however, continued to fall indiscriminately across the hall, even taking out several yers who happened to be within range.


    "What the¡ª! We''re within her attack range?" Madman yelped.


    "Of course," the Empress replied with a wry smile. "We were just bait. The lord nned to wipe us out, too."


    Orson could onlyugh in disbelief. The lord was ruthless, using them as mere bait to lure the vampire lord into the open. No NPC in Infinite Dimensions could be trusted, it seemed.


    "Warning: Angel''s Judgment is an S-rank skill. All yer deaths will result in a 5-level penalty."


    Orson grimaced. He knew Hazel wouldn''t willingly target yers, so this must be part of the skill''s mechanics. Still, he wasn''t eager to use his invincibility just yet. It woulde down to luck.


    Casting a sidelong nce at Usher, Orson had an idea. Wouldn''t it be poetic justice to have Dragon''s Kiss Guild tank some of the spears for him?


    But Usher, catching his eye, scowled and quickly moved to a different corner, dragging Ivy with him.


    "How dull. Why are you so afraid of me?" Orson muttered as Usher ignored him.


    yers were steadily struck down, and as the vampire lord neared defeat, something unexpected happened.


    Keril, suddenly morphing into a swarm of bats, escaped through a gap in the cage, shattering part of the wall and vanishing into the night.


    "Night Banquet progress updated," a message shed.


    "Task 1: Complete."


    "Surviving yers receive 12,000 EXP, 5 skill points, and 10 free attribute points."


    "Task 2: Assist the lord''s guards in retrieving the missing warding stone and eliminate the severely wounded Keril the Butcher."

 Chapter 28 28: A Bold Idea

    Orson was just debating whether to chase after the boss when he felt a chill race down his spine. A shadow shed past him at incredible speed.


    "Madman? No¡­ I haven''t seen this rogue before," Orson thought, startled. They were on the third floor of the lord''s mansion¡ªat least twenty meters above ground. Yet this rogue had leapt out of the opening that the boss had smashed through without a second thought.


    "Wow¡­ giving up life for loot?" Madman eximed, peering out to see if the thief had survived. To his surprise, the roguended, tucked into a smooth roll, and disappeared into the night.


    "A stealthy rogue with such a low presence¡­ could it be him?" Orson wondered.


    Turning to the Empress, Orson gave a slight smile and said, "Consider the favor returned. Let''s catch upter." With that, he leapt through the broken opening.


    "Damn! What are you guys made of?" Madman shouted as he watched them jump one after another.


    While airborne, Orson summoned a Sunshield as a makeshift tform, using it to break his fall andnd gracefully.


    The other yers stared, astonished. It was one thing for a rogue to leap down like that, but a mage? They could hardly believe what they''d just seen.


    "Move out! Meet at the boss spawn!" Usher barked, following Orson''s lead with a leap. Dragon''s Kiss Guild wasn''t going to miss this chance to im the kill now that the boss was critically wounded. All they had to do was follow the city guards and swoop in for thest hit.


    But what Usher and his team didn''t know was just how treacherous the battlefield could be.


    "Mind holding onto some loot for me?" Orson messaged the Empress.


    "Loot? I thought you''d already nabbed it all?" she replied, bewildered.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "I mean what''sing next," Orson said with a smirk.


    Instead of heading for the boss, Orson waited outside the lord''s mansion, watching as Usher gathered a six-man team.


    "Thinking of snagging the final blow, are we?" Orson muttered, releasing a precise Touch of the me Serpent spell that exploded right over Usher and his team.


    The st scattered them, each yer scrambling to escape.


    -780!


    -1550!


    Blinding shes of light signaled instant kills. All of Usher''s teammates, except himself, were sent straight to the respawn point, leaving a pile of gold and gear behind. Even Ivy''s prized hero-level staff was among the spoils.


    The Empress, witnessing this, couldn''t help but feel a chill. She finally understood Orson''s earlier message¡ªthis guy was ying on a different level.


    "So he does have a way to save himself," Orson noted, watching as Usher''s "corpse" morphed into a charred mannequin, while the real Usher reappeared a few meters away.


    "A dummy talisman¡­ takes one fatal blow in the user''s ce," Orson muttered. This item, a rare treasure from special bosses, allowed the owner to avoid death once every 24 hours, though it came with a hefty cooldown.


    "Orson, you''d better hope you never fall into my hands!" Usher growled. Helplessly watching his team''s demise, he vowed vengeance, his frustration boiling over.


    Seeing that Usher didn''t dare pursue, Orson chuckled to himself and resumed his path toward the boss''s location.


    As Orson left the city, a group of elite NPC guards caught up to him, ready to assist with the boss fight.


    "Brave adventurer, we are here to help you defeat the cursed Butcher!" the leader of the guard squad announced.


    [Armored Swordsman: Luka] ¡ª Level 20


    HP: ???


    Attack Power: ???


    Skills: ???


    [Earth Mage: Longtao] ¡ª Level 20


    HP: ???


    Attack Power: ???


    Skills: ???


    The group consisted of two melee fighters, a mage, and a healer¡ªbut Hazel was nowhere in sight.


    After a brief pause, Orson nodded and epted their aid. "You go on ahead, I''ll catch up shortly."


    The armored swordsman nodded and led the squad forward with their torches lighting the way.


    As they moved on, a sudden sh of steel streaked out from the bushes nearby.


    Orson''s expression hardened¡ªhe''d expected this. Summoning his Sunshield, he blocked the iing dagger strike, but the impact was powerful enough to shatter the shield, which could absorb up to 700 damage points.


    Instantly, Orson sensed a deadly presence behind him and unleashed a volley of fireballs without looking back.


    The rogue, anticipating his reaction, deftly flipped out of the fire''s range with a series of agile backflips.


    Orson narrowed his eyes, and in the fire''s flickering light, he finally caught a glimpse of his assant.


    The rogue wore a snake-patterned mask and a dark cloak, with purple hair peeking out, and her gaze was icy cold.


    "First a feint with throwing knives, then a backstab to go for a critical hit. ssic rogue tactics," Orson said, shaking his head with a hint of mockery. "So, do all rogues enjoy staring at a mage''s back?"


    Though Orson looked calm and collected, he was busyyering himself in as many shields as he could cast.


    If this was indeed nk, he couldn''t afford any slip-ups. Despite his Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye¡ªa Super God-tier soul seal¡ªthis rogue''s agility and damage were proof that she was packing at least one Divine-tier soul seal of her own.


    The rogue seemed frustrated; her dark attack had shattered only one of his shields, yet the mage was now encased in nine moreyers, looking practically imprable.


    "You''re strong," she said, her cold voice muffled by the mask.


    "A¡­ girl?" Orson blinked in surprise. The legendary nk, a ruthless killer? A woman?


    "I can still kill you," she replied evenly, widening the gap between them to remain out of his casting range.


    "Mind telling me why you''re so bent on this?" Orson asked with a smile.


    "Red name, boss loot, and I could use the skill points," she answered bluntly.


    "Oh? Then by all means, go ahead and try." Orson gestured dismissively.


    But nk didn''t rush in. She smiled behind her mask and replied, "Keeping those shields up must be draining your mana, no? I''ll just stay at a safe distance and wait you out."


    Orson pped mockingly, giving her a thumbs-up. "You''re clever, little sister."


    "You know, I think I enjoy your feigned bravado more," nk retorted, cheeks flushed behind her mask.


    Though Orson said nothing, he could tell nk was far from her peak form as a God-tier assassin. Her tactics, even her thought process, were still too raw.


    With her keeping a "safe distance" of around 20 meters, Orson saw no reason to rush. Instead, he stretched out on the ground and began watching the stars. "Alright, let''s see who gives in first."


    "You¡­" nk stammered, ncing anxiously toward the boss''s spawn point. Time was slipping away.


    "What''s his mana pool? How is he maintaining all those shields?" she wondered.


    "You''re wasting your time," Orson said, reading her mind. With a mana pool nearing 17,000, he had plenty to spare for shield upkeep.


    "A few hours, huh¡­" nk mumbled, realizing he wasn''t bluffing.


    An idea forming in his mind, Orson looked over at her. "How about a partnership? Split the loot fifty-fifty. You seem like you''re after skill points too."


    nk hesitated, then replied, "Alright, what''s your idea?"


    Orson''s eyes gleamed mischievously. "Don''t you feel like we owe the lord a little payback for using us as bait? I don''t know about you, but I''m not just going to let that go."


    nk raised an eyebrow. "And what do you propose?"


    "Not just revenge," Orson replied, dusting himself off as he stood. "They say killing NPCs has some decent rewards too."


    "You''re not suggesting¡­" nk''s eyes widened.


    "First the NPCs, then the boss. It doesn''t conflict with our mission objectives, so what do you say?"

 Chapter 29 29: A Meteor? No, Thats Big Daddy!

    "You think I''d trust you just because you say NPCs drop loot?" nk shot back, clearly skeptical.


    Orson paused, momentarily stumped. She had a point. Sure, some yers had tried attacking NPCs out of curiosity, but it usually ended with them getting insta-killed. Take Hazel, for example: she might look like a frail, sickly young girl, but with a full set of legendary gear and an S-tier "Heavenly Judgment" spell at her disposal, she was no one to mess with.


    But this was still the early days of the game. Soon enough, yers would discover that certain NPCs could be defeated, and that the loot they dropped was often more rewarding than what you''d get from elite bosses. In fact, somerge guilds wouldter form alliances specifically to ambush high-level NPCs.


    "Because I understand this game''s mechanics better than you do¡ªhow''s that for an answer?" Orson replied smoothly.


    nk hesitated. She knew Orson was a former pro, and his confidence suggested he knew what he was talking about.


    "If it weren''t for the healer NPC constantly patching up her teammates, I wouldn''t need your help at all," Orson added, drawing nk into his party.


    Seeing him so confident, nk decided to set her doubts aside and dashed toward the NPCs'' position. At the end of the mist-shrouded path outside the city, an eerie castle loomed¡ªthe Butcher''sir.


    nk asked, "Got a n? Those NPCs seem to be waiting for us to make the first move."


    Orson grimaced. "Yeah, that''s the tricky part. I was hoping they''d be useful in taking down the boss so we could just swoop in at the end."


    The four NPCs eyed nk suspiciously, clearly expecting her to lead the charge.


    This was no ordinary MMO. In Infinite Dimensions, NPCs were practically indistinguishable from real people. They had distinct personalities, behaviors, and levels of intelligence that made them feel like genuine characters, not mindless automatons.


    "Let''s go for it," Orson said. "I''ll take the two warriors; you handle the healer and the mage. We don''t need to kill them, just keep them upied."


    "What if we take too long? Someone else might swoop in and grab the boss," nk countered.


    "Let them try. They won''t oust me," Orson replied with a grin.


    nk was convinced. Without a word, she darted forward and, with a swift motion, drove her dagger into the healer''s side.


    Critical Hit -736!


    Bleed -120!


    Bleed -120!


    ¡­


    "True damage bleed?"


    Orson''s eyes widened as he watched nk''s dagger hit an artery, causing the healer NPC to bleed profusely, with not one but four instances of true damage ticking away.


    The earth mage beside the healer retaliated with a stone spike, but nk sidestepped andnded another sh across the healer''s throat. True damage bleed was a rare rogue passive that typically required a critical strike on a vital point to trigger.


    More impressively, nk''s bleed effect appeared to scale, increasing with each sessive hit. There was no question in Orson''s mind now: she must have a Divine-tier soul seal enhancing her damage over time.


    Orson could already envision how a rogue like nk could dominate one-on-one duels. With a bit of prep time, she could stack enough bleed effects on a training dummy to make any opponent drop dead in seconds during a PvP match.


    "What are you waiting for? Attack!" nk snarled.


    Snapping out of it, Orson forced a chuckle. "Sorry, your moves were mesmerizing. I was¡­ distracted."n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    He said it as he turned tail and sprinted in the opposite direction.


    "You jerk! Trying to leave me here and take the boss for yourself?" nk cursed.


    "Patience, dear. I''m, uh¡­ getting into position!" Orson replied, realizing how his words sounded only after he''d said them.


    "Position? Three hundred meters away? Who are you kidding?" nk shouted back, realizing she had no choice but to handle the NPCs herself.


    With the four NPCs now gged as hostile, their health bars were visible. The heavily armored Luka had an imposing 300,000 HP, while even the frailest mage had 100,000 HP.


    "Betrayers of the lord will perish!" Luka roared, charging forward with his sword drawn.


    nk sprang into the air, her movement as precise as a dancer''s,nding a pinpoint strike at Luka''s nape. Another critical hit¡ªher damage was off the charts!


    "What in the world¡­ Is this even rogue gamey?" Orson thought, watching in awe. nk wasn''t using any special skills, yet she was pulling off moves that would be impossible for most yers. It could only mean one thing: she could perform these moves in real life too.


    Infinite Dimensions synchronized the yer''s physical abilities and skills with their neural input, which meant that yers were limited by their real-world capabilities as well. A yer who couldn''t swim in real life, for instance, would also need a skill to swim in the game.


    "Could she be¡­ a martial artist?" Orson wondered, recalling the ancient martial artists who had fought on the front lines during the apocalypse in his previous life. Many of these masters came from influential ns, possessing fighting techniques that ordinary people couldn''t even dream of. Without their resistance on the US front lines, guilds like Dragon''s Kiss wouldn''t have been able to unt their strength in the rear.


    But even for nk, four against one was a losing battle. The two warrior NPCs were especially problematic; with high attack and defense, they were a rogue''s worst nightmare. Without a clean hit on a weak spot, they could counter her attacks easily.


    With a dull thud, one of the warriors struck her with the t of his de, sending her flying and leaving her at critical HP.


    As she stumbled back, rage red in nk''s eyes as she red in Orson''s direction, vowing to hunt him down and kill him a hundred¡ªno, a thousand times for this betrayal!


    But before she could voice her frustration, nk looked up, stunned. A brilliant light streaked across the night sky.


    "A¡­ meteor?" she whispered in disbelief.


    No, it was something much more terrifying.


    Big Daddy had arrived.


    With a thunderous roar, an enormous fiery serpent descended from above, weaving through the air before crashing directly into the NPCs.


    -830!


    -830!


    -1600!


    The Touch of the me Serpent scorched everything in its path. The NPCs, shocked by the sudden assault, scattered, each one set aze.


    "Orson, what the¡ªhow did you¡ª?!" nk stammered.


    "Never underestimate the power of distance," Orson called out, stepping from the shadows. His face was a picture of smug satisfaction.


    Orson continued casting, the mes raging wildly as he let out oneugh after another.

 Chapter 30 30: The Indecisive Blank

    Standing atop the hillside, Orson swung his starter staff, unleashing a brutal high-ground assault! He chained together a rapid three-shot fireballbo, weaving in basic attacks to cancel out the sluggish start-up of his Touch of the me Serpent spell. The sequence flowed seamlessly, almost like a single, unbroken skill.


    Boom!


    -1557!


    -1440!


    A flurry of red damage numbers shed across the screen. With eachbo of spells and basic attacks, Orson''s damage output surpassed even his passive burn effects.


    Orson nodded in satisfaction. Once he reached level 20 and crafted his legendary weapon with the Emerald Gem, his damage would see a dramatic boost. Nearby, nk, hidden under her mask, couldn''t help but gape, a flurry of questions filling her mind.


    "Did he just¡­ really pull that off? And¡­ it is kinda long¡­" she murmured to herself, cheeks reddening before she snapped herself out of it. "Ugh, no! Focus!"


    The four NPCs were disoriented, momentarily frozen by the surprise bombardment. Orson''s onught focused on the two front-line warriors and the mage, leaving the priest for nk to take down with stealth attacks.


    "By the pure and holy light, I beseech thee¡­ heal us all!" The priest NPC began chanting a healing spell.


    "Interrupt him!" Orson barked.


    Before he could finish, nk darted in, her dagger piercing the priest with a cold efficiency that halted his spell.


    "Not bad; you''re pretty sharp," Orson said approvingly.


    The NPCs were quick to recover, though, moving with surprising speed and awareness. Orson cursed as a few of his basic attacks whiffed. "It''s too dark here. Report their coordinates!"


    nk felt a jolt. "Wait¡­ his range is even farther than the targeting distance?"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "Warrior at 271.122."


    "Mage at 258.114!"


    ¡­


    nk called out the coordinates, her mind racing. She''d never seen a mage fight like this. She was the one sneaking around in the shadows, yet Orson, perched high above, was orchestrating a perfectly coordinated assault.


    "Nice! Now we''re in sync," Orson crowed from above, raining down fireballs and basic attacks with pinpoint uracy. His barrage not only dealt damage but added burn effects, locking the priest in a futile struggle against nk.


    nk felt an odd mixture of awe and frustration. His skills were beyond anything she''d expected from a mere former pro. The power of his attacks, his sustained blue-shield defenses, his absurd range¡ªeverything about this man was ridiculous.


    But nk''s frustration quickly turned to horror as she realized the priest NPC was faltering. Blood trickled from his mouth as he copsed to his knees, turning his tear-filled eyes to nk. "Please, spare me. If you let me live, I''ll reward you handsomely once we return."


    nk hesitated, momentarily dumbstruck by the sight of the priest begging for mercy. He looked so¡­ real. It was as if he were a living person, pleading for his life.


    "A soft-hearted assassin, huh?" Orson''s voice crackled through thems, exasperated. "Did I team up with the wrong person?"


    nk''s face flushed with embarrassment as her confidence wavered. "What is wrong with me?" she thought. It was a game, after all, and this was just an NPC, nothing more.


    "If you don''t want a counterattack, finish him off," Orson warned, but nk remained frozen, her resolve crumbling as she stared at the pleading priest. He even threw a pouch of coins at her feet, trying to buy his life.


    Orson shook his head, letting her learn the hard way. Just as he''d anticipated, the NPC''s pleading eyes turned cold and murderous, revealing a hidden intent. "Die!"


    A blinding cross of holy light surged from the priest''s staff, aiming to obliterate nk in one blow. It leveled the trees around them into splinters. But just as the spell was about to connect, three fireballs came crashing down from the sky, breaking the priest''s casting in an explosive burst.


    The st knocked nk back to her senses, her shock reced by fury. She lunged forward,nding a deadly sequence of five critical hits, each strike swift and lethal. The priest let out a final, anguished scream, copsing as a pile of loot spilled from his body¡ªtwo purple-grade armor pieces and three high-tier skill books.


    However, nk barely nced at the loot. She stumbled back, breathing heavily, pressing herself against a fallen tree for support.


    "It''s too real," she whispered, staring at her bloodied hands. "The feel of every hit, the weak spots... it''s just like real life. I can''t¡­ This is too much."


    "Get a grip," Orson''s voice called out, jolting her from her thoughts. "If we''re working together, don''t drag me down."


    nk red up the hill, fists clenched. Even without her, he was handling the three remaining NPCs without breaking a sweat. His mastery of distance control and timing was beyond anything she''d seen.


    Orson''s wless footwork and calcted spell use kept him firmly in control, even as the NPC warriors roared in frustration, unable tond a hit. He shattered the formation of the two tanky warriors, then strategically shifted his attacks to the earth mage, the most annoying of his opponents.


    Thud! Thud! Thud!


    -290!


    -290!


    Orson was relentless. Whether at a distance or up close, his movements and timing were impable, allowing him to predict and counter every step the NPCs made.


    "Good grief, even against three strong NPCs, he''spletely unfazed. His ystyle has no weaknesses," nk thought, feeling the pressure mount. This man was¡­ a true champion.


    For once, the prideful nk felt herself shrinking in the shadow of another.

 Chapter 31 31: Ascension Elixir

    Meanwhile, Empress and her team noticed Orson locked in a fierce battle.


    LuckyBird: "That mage¡­ he seems to be getting ganged up on by NPCs. Should we go over and take a look?"


    SpeechlessFace: "Are you kidding? Why would we help apetitor? He got himself marked as a red name and now NPCs are beating him up. How''s that our problem?"


    LuckyBird: "...Fair point. But we should hurry up. Those anonymous yers might already have their hands on the boss."


    The five remaining members of the Moonlight Guild, survivors of the earlier attack, were now a significant force vying for the injured boss.


    With Dragon''s Kiss Guild and Usher''s team crippled by Orson, Moonlight Guild found themselves among the strongest contenders.


    Empress hesitated. She admired Orson''s skill and boldness, and perhaps forging a friendship could draw him into their guild. However, her guildmates strongly opposed assisting Orson and vetoed her suggestion.


    Reluctantly, Empress chose to respect the team''s consensus for the greater good.


    ---


    Elsewhere, Orson, supposedly outnumbered and beaten, held a decisive upper hand.


    He danced around the battlefield, weaving in and out of range, dealing continuous AoE damage with relentless precision.


    Aimed shots to the head broke the earth mage NPC''s defenses, obliterating its skull in a shower of arcane energy.


    With precise timing, he activated Radiant Sun Shields to block heavy strikes and seamlessly retreated, weaving in basic attacks to trigger zing Burn.


    -1440!


    -1440!


    ¡­


    Heavy-armored swordsman NPC Lujianjia roared, his movement speed spiking as he raised his massive greatsword and unleashed Savage Combo Strikes.


    Orson''s expression tightened as three of his shields were destroyed in quick session.


    -119!


    His health dropped by a third.


    Orson frowned. He had underestimated them.


    These NPCs weren''t especially powerful but each had their trump cards. Savage Combo Strikes alone dealt over 2,000 damage¡ªa near-lethal blow.


    Fortunately, Orson''s strategy to prioritize the mage NPC paid off. Eliminating the highest-damage threat first prevented a disastrous situation where the three NPCs could focus-fire him.


    Now, Orson refused to leave any room for error. He held back his only knockback skill, mest, timing its use to disrupt Lujianjia''s approach while maintaining a punishing hit-and-run style.


    ---


    "You have killed Lord Kain''s Guard. EXP +5000!"


    "You have killed Lord Kain''s Mage. EXP +¡­"


    Ten minutester, Orson wiped out all three NPCs. He waved his hand and activated his party leader privilege, looting everything into his inventory without dy.


    Exhausted, Orson plopped down and activated Meditation to recover mana.


    ---


    "Due to killing NPCs under Lord Kain, Sin Value +10,000. Reputation +4,000!"


    A system notification popped up. Killing NPCs incurred sin values thirty times higher than killing regr yers. Orson''s name, once faintly red, now turned a deep purple.


    His total sin value hit 11,300, making him an infamous red-name yer. To clear his record, he''d have to kill monsters equal to the sin value¡ªa colossal grind.


    ---


    "Viin achievement unlocked. Regional announcement imminent. Do you wish to remain anonymous or hide the cause?"


    "I''ll go public, but hide the details," Orson chuckled.


    He wouldn''t pass up the chance to get some free publicity. However, to avoid tipping off Lord Kain, he opted to obscure the reason for the announcement.


    ---


    [Regional Announcement]:


    yer Orson hasmitted heinous acts, unlocking the Viin achievement and earning the title [Vile Tyrant]. yers are encouraged to hunt him down on sight.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    [Regional Announcement]...


    ---


    HoldByHolder: "Here we go again. What did this guy do now? Who pissed him off this time? That title requires over 10k sin value to unlock."


    8littleP: "Damn! Big bro''s savage! Truly the model red-name yer. I''m obsessed!"


    ¡­


    yers were dumbfounded. Orgod''s antics kept escting to new heights. Even the system couldn''t take it anymore, encouraging everyone to kill him.


    But who dared? The guy had solo-killed Usher, the Dragon''s Kiss Guild leader, and now had a viin title to boot. Taking him down would be no easy feat.


    ---


    "Vile Tyrant¡­ It suits him perfectly."


    Empress stared at the announcement in astonishment. Nearby Moonlight Guild members who''d criticized Orson earlier were utterly stunned.


    SpeechlessFace: "You mean to tell me¡­ that guy killed the NPCs? Are NPCs really this weak?"


    The Moonlight Guild party exchanged awkward nces. They''d assumed NPCs were dominating a helpless yer, only to realize it was Orson who had singlehandedly wiped out the NPCs.


    ---


    "Didn''t n on ying red-name¡­ but I''m broke," Orson sighed and inspected his new title.


    ---


    [Vile Tyrant]


    Effect 1: Killing yers increases their loot drop rate by 10%.


    Effect 2: Killing NPCs increases their loot drop rate by 50%.


    Penalty: Upon death, all equipment, items, and gold will drop.


    ---


    Orson flinched at the penalty. This title was both a blessing and a curse. On the bright side, killing NPCs was now incredibly lucrative. On the downside, dying meant losing everything¡ªincluding his underwear.


    "Nice!"


    His haul from the NPCs didn''t disappoint:


    Four heroic-tier gear items, nine skill books.


    Among them, two were upgrades for C-tier magic, while the rest belonged to other sses. He nned to auction those off.


    Additionally, three heroic-tier armor pieces and a priest''s staff¡ªall Level 20¡ªcould easily fetch 2,000 gold if sold together.


    ---


    "Wait¡­ What''s this?"


    Orson''s brow furrowed as he unearthed two peculiar quest items from his inventory.


    ---


    Quest Item: Barrier Stone


    Use: One piece of the Six-Sided Barrier Formation. Returning it to its proper position will restore the barrier.


    ---


    Confused, Orson checked the [Night Banquet] quest tracker.


    Barrier Stone: 1/1.


    One of the objectives was already marked asplete.


    "Wait¡­ Didn''t the Lord im the boss had stolen the Barrier Stones?"


    Orson smelled something fishy. Pair this with the Lord''s attempts to lure yers into danger, and it became clear: the Lord intended to manipte yers into killing the boss and "retrieving" the stone¡­ which had been with the NPCs all along.


    "Such a sneaky bastard¡­"


    ---


    Rummaging further, Orson uncovered an old vial.


    ---


    Quest Item: Soul Collection Bottle


    Use: Collect the souls of 20 elite-tier bosses to synthesize a [Ascension Elixir].


    The more powerful the bosses, the greater the elixir''s effects. Only usable by NPCs.


    ---


    "Holy crap! Ascension Elixir!"


    Orson''s pulse quickened. He immediately recalled a major event from his past life¡ªthe Demonic Surge Invasion.


    During this firstrge-scale event, multiple major cities, including Pondnorlin City, had their barriers shattered by relentless demon waves.


    Lord Kain had suddenly appeared, wielding incredible power to assist yers in defending the city. Thinking back, Orson realized the truth: the Soul Collection Bottle wasn''t for assisting yers. It was for the Lord''s own purposes¡ªto create the Ascension Elixir.


    ---


    With this elixir, NPCs could ascend to demonic forms. Many yearster, during the hardcore trials, even NPCs would betray humanity after consuming such elixirs.


    "Lord Kain, you sly bastard. Plotting ascension from the very start." Orson sneered.


    ---


    Now understanding everything, Orson turned to nk, disappointed.


    "This is it? The great God-tier assassin? Pathetic."


    Throughout the fight, nk stood like a soulless doll¡ªneither assisting him nor betraying him to sell his position.


    "nk, you''re wasting my time," Orson said as he approached her.


    ---


    nk grabbed a handful of dirt, her voice low: "Don''t you think all of this feels too real?"


    "I know."


    Orson''s face darkened. He had hoped nk would be pivotal to his uing ns, but her current state proved she wasn''t up to the task.


    "Then how can you act so decisively? Have you¡­ killed before in real life?" nk asked, her brows furrowed, her captivating face tinged with unease.


    Orson smiled, shaking his head as he strode toward the boss''sir. Hisughter echoed meaningfully:


    "Who cares if I''ve killed or not? I act decisively because I don''t want to die."


    "You''re too soft. Get lost."


    nk''s eyes widened, but before she could speak, a searing fireball struck her directly.


    nk''s expression shifted


    from shock to resignation as the mes consumed her. Staring at Orson, she murmured:


    "Next time, when Ie for revenge¡­ you''d better keep that cocky attitude."

 Chapter 32 32: Quad-Element Mage

    "yer nk has sent you a friend request."


    Orson smirked and epted it. He then casually picked up the Level 15 heroic-tier dagger¡ªnk''s weapon, which had dropped earlier.


    nk didn''t say a word, but Orson could already guess her intentions. A person as prideful as nk wouldn''t ask to have her lost gear returned. Her goal was clear: using the friend list''s location feature to track Orson''s whereabouts andunch a revenge campaign.


    Infinite Dimensions wasn''t a world for the weak.


    Orson, who was determined to protect his sister and friends in the future, didn''t need anyone soft by his side either.


    Thus, he decided to give nk a chance to prove herself. By allowing her to relentlessly hunt him, she could hone her assassination skills while simultaneously forcing Orson to stay vignt at all times.


    Compared to the brutal, permadeath "hardcore mode" that woulde in a few years, Infinite Dimensions''s current newbie phase was almost too leisurely. Orson felt like he was living far toofortably.


    ---


    "Got some goodies. Interested?" Orson sent a message to ShatteredCrown, seeing him online.


    ShatteredCrown: "Haha, how could I not be? Anything from you, Master, must be top-tier. Show me what you''ve got!"


    Orson rolled his eyes. He had never admitted to taking ShatteredCrown as a disciple, but the guy''s deep pockets made him tolerable.


    Since thest fiasco with the Bone Crusher set being price-gouged on the auction house, Orson decided to sell everything directly to familiar faces this time, avoiding scalpers profiting off his hard work.


    ---


    ShatteredCrown: "Holy crap, is that a haul of skill books? Did you raid a bossir or something?"


    ShatteredCrown: "And these Level 20 heroic-tier items? My Level 10 staff looks like trash inparison!"


    The gear dropped from the NPCs was impressive. Though not part of any set, their standalone stats were overwhelmingly strong.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    One priest''s staff boasted 300 spell power¡ªdouble that of a typical Level 20 blue-tier weapon¡ªand came with healing bonuses to boot.


    As for the skill books, Orson kept two for himself:


    1. C-Tier Wind Magic: Wind Whisperer


    Effect: Consume 200 MP to gain the blessing of the wind spirit. Increases attack speed and casting efficiency by 20% for 30 seconds. Cooldown: 45 seconds.


    2. C-Tier Earth Magic: Shaking Stone Vines


    Effect: Consume 300 MP to alter the terrain within a targeted area and deal damage equal to your spell power. Cooldown: 2 minutes.


    Both skills were highly practical. Wind Whisperer was especially useful for offsetting Orson''s slow attack speed and lengthy cast animations.


    After brief consideration, Orson immediately learned both spells.


    If other mages saw this, they''d probablyugh their heads off. This was a prime example of "skill book wastage."


    Most mages specialized in a single elemental branch, investing all their talent points in that path to synergize magic attributes and maximize output.


    By splitting his focus across multiple elements, Orson would inevitably fall behind specialized mages inte-game damage.


    But Orson wasn''t concerned.


    In Infinite Dimensions, talent points were notoriously limited, but contrary to popr belief, leveling up wasn''t the only way to earn them. Certain high-difficulty quests also awarded talent points.


    This inside knowledge gave Orson the confidence to splurge on skill books.


    ---


    "Quad-element mastery¡­ not bad at all," Orson chuckled to himself.


    A quad-element mage was absurdly powerful in the early stages of the game.


    In his previous life, some wealthy yers had triggered the hidden quad-element mage quest. However, all had failed miserably, often resetting their ounts out of frustration.


    The quest''s difficulty was astronomical, and the skill point requirements were just as daunting. Compared to a specialist, the cost-benefit ratio seemed unreasonably low.


    But for someone like Orson, armed with advanced game knowledge, it was merely a matter of patience and preparation.


    ---


    ShatteredCrown: "Alright, Master. Name your price. How much for the whole lot?"


    "3,000 gold coins," Orson replied after some thought.


    Considering the four Level 20 heroic-tier items and seven skill books, the price was a steal. Last time, three pieces of gear had sold for 1,800 gold. This was a bargain for a "regr customer."


    ShatteredCrown: "Deal! Orgod, you''re a saint!"


    Pleased with ShatteredCrown''s decisiveness, Orson added, "I''ll list them in the auction house for you to buy."


    Before he could finish the sentence, his mailbox chimed. 3,000 gold coins received.


    ---


    "Aren''t you afraid I''ll scam you?" Orson asked, amused.


    ShatteredCrown: "Scam me? Who cares? Even if you did, I''d still be happy."


    "¡­You''re unreal."


    Orsonughed, mailing over the gear immediately, saving himself the auction fees.


    ---


    He then opened nk''s chat window and sent 1,500 gold coins along with her dagger to her mailbox.


    Despite the tense coboration during their NPC hunt, Orson prided himself on keeping his word. The agreed-upon 50-50 split was non-negotiable.


    Besides, without nk''s distraction of the priest NPC, Orson might not have been able to defeat all four before running out of mana.


    nk replied curtly: "Next time we meet, I''ll kill you."


    Orson shook his head, sighing. "So ungrateful."


    Despite her venomous words, she didn''t hesitate to pocket the payout. Orson couldn''t help but feel a twinge of regret.


    ---


    Outside the butcher''sir, ten or so surviving yers had cleared out the elite monsters guarding the entrance.


    Orson stood at a distance, silently observing the unfolding dynamics.


    From the darkness of the ruined castle, a river of blood began to flow. A chilling woman''s cry echoed through the air as two glowing red eyes pierced the shadows, radiating a sinister, crimson light.


    ---


    [Keril the Butcher: Level 20]


    [Lord-ss Entity]


    HP: 600,000 / 1,200,000


    Attack Power: 770


    Skills: Group Imprisonment, Blood Dragon''s Roar, Overpower, Blood Sacrifice Upgrade


    The butcher revealed its true form, emerging from a cavernous hole. It was a massive, grotesque bat, missing one wing and covered in horrifying wounds from Hazel''s earlier attack.


    ---


    "You there! Let''s team up!" Empress shouted.


    Nearby, Usher stood with five other yers around Level 16, all of whom had hidden their IDs.


    Orson''s eyes narrowed as he analyzed their situation. At their feety the corpses of at least twenty Vampire Minions¡ªevidence that this group was even stronger than Moonlight Guild.


    ---


    "What do you think, Usher?" one of the anonymous warriors asked.


    Usher coldly nced at Empress and sneered, "I don''t know her. Do whatever you want."


    ---


    Madman spat, "Screw you, Usher. Acting all high and mighty! If it weren''t for us tanking most of the mobs earlier, you wouldn''t even be here to strut around!"


    The anonymous warrior smirked. "You dumb thief. Don''t think I don''t know. Without your fake-match king, you''d be a stone statue by now."


    ---


    Madman clenched his fists, his expression twisted in anger. "Fine! Show me how you''re gonna handle this boss on your own!"


    Ignoring the taunts, one of the anonymous warriors suddenly darted forward, hurling his greatsword straight at the boss.


    The de''s tip struck true, piercing the butcher''s eye.


    ---


    Critical Hit: -1,100!


    The sword curved midair, almost as if alive, before rebounding perfectly back into the warrior''s hands. He followed up with a double-handed sh, striking the injured wing andnding another critical hit.


    ---


    Critical Hit: -1,100!


    Watching from a distance, Orson''s brow furrowed. "Snow Dream? Could it be¡­ are they from SSR Club?"

 Chapter 33 33: The Pro Gamer

    The hexagram rune surged, releasing a series of explosive wind des that shot out fiercely.


    At the veryst moment before the blood dragon fully materialized, the mage in the anonymous team used the wind des to interrupt the boss''s spellcasting, allowing the tank to escape unharmed.


    "See that, thief? That''s how you y the game," the swordsman said, standing confidently and mocking Madman.


    "QNMGB¡­" Madman cursed loudly in a mix of English and gibberish, clearly furious but also somewhat helpless.


    Meanwhile, the anonymous knight blocked Keril the Butcher''s follow-up attacks with a towering shield.


    -189


    -320


    ...


    The knight only had around 3,000 HP¡ªfar less than Empress''s bulkier stats¡ªbut their precision in mitigating damage and evading attacks was leagues beyond hers. Any damage they did take was quickly healed by the anonymous team''s priest.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    Seeing that single-target attacks were proving ineffective, Keril unleashed its AoE control skill, Mass Confinement.


    Six blood spheres floated ominously above the heads of Usher''s party. If hit, they would instantly turn to stone.


    "Dodge and keep your distance! Backline, continue outputting damage!"manded the swordsman with a sharp tone. The rest of the team moved as one, skillfully evading the skill without a single misstep.


    "Fighting alongside pros makes things feel so smooth. These professional yers really live up to their reputation," Ushermented, firing a multi-arrow shot that knocked the boss back. The wind mage followed up with consistent attacks, delivering impressive damage.


    "Professional yers? That exins why theirbat awareness is so much better than ours," Empress muttered to herself, feeling the ring gap between them.


    At this stage of the game, most yers were still figuring out basic mechanics. But professional yers, trained in full-dive VR environments, had already rehearsed strategies for countless boss types.


    Compared to Usher''svish equipment, the anonymous yers'' gear was fairly ordinary. However, their mastery of the game more than made up for the disparity. This was the difference between amateurs and professionals. Superior technique could bridge any gap in equipment over time.


    "Boss, let''s get in there! If we don''t start dealing damage now, they''ll kill the boss before we even touch it," urged SpeechlessFace.


    "Yeah, Empress, you''ve got this! Besides, there''s no way they''re better than Orgod!" added LuckyBird.


    "True, that wind mage is impressive, but they''re not on Orgod''s level," Empress agreed, regaining herposure. She had been shaken by the anonymous team''s overwhelming skill, but she couldn''t let it intimidate her.


    She readied her shield and stepped forward. "Let''s move. This boss isn''t anyone''s personal property!"


    However, the moment they approached Keril the Butcher, Usher raised his bow, his cold expression locking onto LuckyBird, the team''s healer.


    "What the hell is wrong with you? This boss your mom or something?!" Madman taunted Usher, his sharp tongue immediately going for the jugr.


    Usher scowled, gripping his bowstring tightly, though he refused to lower himself to Madman''s level.


    "Are you really going to make enemies of me, Moonlight Guild? Or are you just bluffing?" he sneered, focusing his gaze on Empress.


    "A game is just a game. Are you seriously threatening me with real-life influence? How pathetic," Empress snapped, but her voice wavered under the weight of his implied threat.


    She knew exactly what he was capable of. Usher''s Dragon''s Kiss Guild was backed by the colossal DK Corporation, a financial giant far beyond the reach of her family''spany.


    "Losing isn''t in my vocabry," Usher dered, his voice brimming with arrogance. He scanned the yers around him with a domineering presence, determined to remind them who ruled Pandorin City.


    Dragon''s Kiss Guild had been established to dominate and crush allpetition, no matter who or what stood in their way.


    Grinding her teeth, Empress tightened her grip on her shield. Usher''s oppressive demeanor enraged her, but she had no viable way to counter it.


    As the anonymous team maintained wless coordination, the boss''s HP plummeted to 400,000. Despite Keril''s multiple high-damage attacks, it couldn''t break through the dualyer defense of the swordsman and knight.


    Frustration wed at Empress''s resolve. If this continued, the boss would undoubtedly fall into their hands.


    "Empress, have you lost your nerve?"


    A yful voice whispered into her private chat. It was Orgod.


    "Criticize me all you want, but you''re no different. You''re just sitting back, too afraid to act," she retorted.


    Orgod chuckled. "Afraid? Hardly. I can deal with Usher, but you''ll have to do something for me first."


    "I''m listening," Empress replied, intrigued despite herself.


    "Simple. Have your four teammates charge in and let the boss kill them."


    "What?! Why would I do that?" Empress eximed, stunned by his suggestion.


    "Trust me if you want this done. Otherwise, keep standing there and watch them take the boss," Orgod said tly.


    "What''s it going to be? Surely, your teammates won''t disobey you, right?"


    His words hit a nerve, making Empress flush with embarrassment. She''d been so focused on appeasing her team earlier that she''d missed the chance to assist Orgod.


    "They''ll listen to me," she replied confidently. She exined Orgod''s n to her party members.


    LuckyBirdughed. "Empress, if you want us to throw ourselves into the boss''s ws, we''ll do it for you, no problem. Love ya!"


    "Just don''t let us get hit by the stone curse. I don''t want to be AFK for 48 hours," joked another teammate.


    Ten minutester, Keril''s HP was down to just 50,000.


    Madman watched in frustration, itching to contribute, when suddenly he noticed Empress''s four teammates rushing toward the boss.


    "What are they doing?! Don''t leave me out of a boss kill, you bastards!" he yelled.


    "They''re not attacking¡ªthey''re sacrificing themselves," Empress corrected, holding him back with a smirk.


    "What? Why?!" Madman looked thoroughly confused.


    "An old friend of yours said to keep you alive for now," she replied cryptically.


    "Old friend? Are you sure they didn''t mean¡­ oh,e on, stop hitting me!" he muttered as she smacked him for his nonsense.


    "Chen Shan, what''s the meaning of this? Are you trying to sabotage us?!" Usher roared as the Moonlight Guild yers reached the boss.


    "They''re not even attacking you," Empress replied calmly, her expression unreadable.


    Usher blinked in shock as the Moonlight Guild yers stripped off their equipment, then began punching the boss with their bare fists.


    -1


    -1


    "What the hell¡­ are they trolling?" muttered the anonymous swordsman, clearly baffled.


    Keril, enraged, retaliated with massive ws, killing the yers in one hit each. But then something unexpected happened.


    Blood orbs emerged from the corpses, flying into Keril''s mouth.


    "Damn it! Is this¡­ blood sacrifice?! That''s a boss buff!"


    Keril''s HP, which had dropped below 50,000, suddenly skyrocketed back to 400,000.


    "Tenacious¡­ isn''t she?" a familiar voice chuckled as Empress made a bold move, forcing the boss into a narrow passageway with her shield.


    "Your turn, Orgod," Empress called out with a sly smile.


    And in that moment, Usher and the anonymous yers froze, recognizing the figure silhouetted against the skyline: Orgod.

 Chapter 34 34: I Am Your Demon

    Orson twirled his staff, pping his hands together with force. "Rupturing Stone Vines!"


    The ground around the dpidated castle began to tremble as if a massive creature was burrowing beneath the surface.


    "Everyone move!" Empress yelled as she and Madman quickly dodged away. Beneath their feet, the soil groaned and cracked, waves of dirt surging like tidal waves. The entire castle shook violently, its structure groaning under the stress.


    Chunks of stone started raining down from above, rapidly blocking off the already narrow entrance to the boss''sir.


    "What the hell are you doing, Orson?!" the anonymous swordsman roared in fury, ring at the distant figure.


    "Burying you alive," Orson replied coldly.


    The anonymous knight panicked, shouting, "What''s happening out there? We''re trapped!"


    "Reaver, have you lost your mind?!" Usher''s frustration boiled over as chaos erupted.


    Inside the crumbling ruins, Usher and his team struggled to fend off the boss while watching helplessly as their only escape was being sealed off by cascading debris.


    "Orson! I swear I''ll kill you!" the anonymous swordsman screamed, his face twisting in rage. He clenched his fists and considered charging Orson, only to freeze when he noticed the massive gap between them.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    The distance was absurd¡ªat least 500 meters!


    "Is this even possible for a yer to achieve right now?!" the swordsman muttered, his confidence shaken.


    Charging that far to kill a mage? Even with his skill, he doubted he''d make it halfway before Orson''s spells shredded him. And this wasn''t just any mage¡ªit was Orgod, the top-tier mage with unmatched precision.


    Orson ignored the swordsman''s impotent rage, calmly casting a series of fireballs and basic attacks to rain destruction on the copsing castle.


    Madman gawked at the spectacle, muttering, "WTF¡­ is this guy firing rockets or something? So long, so far, and so damn deadly!"


    Empress couldn''t help butugh bitterly. "He''s ying apletely different game. I knew his range was ridiculous, but this¡­ this is outright absurd."


    With a deafening crack, the castle''s foundations gave way. The entire structure copsed in on itself, burying the entrance entirely. Inside, the muffled cries of Usher and his party were silenced beneath the rubble.


    "You have in yer Nirji. Sin value +100."


    "You have in yer Usher. Sin value +100."


    One by one, notifications popped up as everyone trapped inside met their end.


    This was Orson''s carefully calcted n.


    A structure of this scale copsing under its own weight? No yer with a mere few thousand HP could survive. Even bosses at this stage of the game would struggle to endure.


    -10,000!


    -10,000!


    ...


    Bright red damage numbers erupted from the ruins as Keril the Butcher howled in pain, its HP plummeting by over 200,000 in an instant.


    "Shame it didn''t finish the job," Orson muttered, frowning slightly.


    The boss wed its way out of the rubble, its body shrouded in a dark aura. The stones surrounding it were violently repelled as it activated its Unstoppable Body skill.


    Boss Skill: Unstoppable Body


    Effect: For 3 seconds, ignore all control, crowd control, or discement effects.


    "Well then, time to get to work," Orson grinned, the fiery magic swirling around him. His signature me Serpent spiraled down from the sky, striking the boss with unrelenting precision.


    Madman gulped nervously. "This guy''s a cheater! That range¡ªhow are thieves supposed to y the game with freaks like him running around?"


    Orson''sughter was carefree. "Thieves should stick to sneaking and stealing. Why covet the radiant magnificence of a mage like me?"


    "Go to hell, you smug bastard!" Madman shot back.


    Empress maintained herposure, giving clear instructions. "I''ll hold the boss''s aggro. Madman, watch those two." She nodded toward the two professional yers.


    "If they make a move, I''ll take them out instantly," Orson said, stepping closer.


    "Orgod¡­ long time no see," said the wind mage, Snow Dream. Her tone was hesitant, her expression conflicted.


    Orson nced at her briefly, his voice cool and detached. "I wouldn''t dare to call myself Orgod anymore."


    Snow Dream hesitated, her face flushed with embarrassment. Reaver, however, shot her a re before stepping forward.


    "So, the match-fixing rat dares to show his face again?" Reaver sneered, his LD prefix SSRؼReaver glowing for all to see.


    "The first Demon Swordsman¡­ Reaver?!" Empress''s eyes widened in disbelief.


    Reaver was a superstar in the gaming scene, known as the undefeated prodigy of SSR Club and a rising star in the eSports world.


    "Undefeated? That''s augh. Isn''t that right, Reaver?" Orson chuckled darkly.


    For Reaver, the title "undefeated" was both a badge of honor and a source of humiliation. Though he was hailed as the next big thing for SSR Club, he had never once beaten Orson¡ªnot as a mage, not as a swordsman, not even in the countless practice matches they''d fought.


    Reaver''s face burned with rage, his voice rising to a shout. "You may be skilled, but you''re nothing more than a disgraced rat¡ªthe shame of SSR and the eSportsmunity!"


    "Whatever you say." Orson shrugged, his tone indifferent. The anger he might have felt in the past was gone, reced by a calm born of experience.


    "Stop him from reaching the boss! I''ll take care of the others!" Reavermanded, gripping his de tightly.


    Snow Dream''s face paled as Orson approached. Her grip on her staff trembled, but she couldn''t muster the courage to attack.


    "Empress, the boss is hurt and moving slowly. Just kite it around," Orson instructed without looking back.


    "Got it," Empress replied, drawing the boss''s attention and leading it away.


    As Orson passed Snow Dream, he said softly, "Your technique has improved. You haven''t cked off since bing a core yer."


    Snow Dream froze, her mind racing. After a moment''s hesitation, she lowered her staff and muttered, "I''m sorry, Orgod."


    Then, to everyone''s surprise, she logged off mid-dungeon, vanishing from the battlefield.


    Madman stared, ck-jawed. "What the hell? Who was that chick to you? She just dipped after you said two words."


    "My disciple," Orson replied tly, his expression briefly softening.


    Madman''s jaw dropped. "No way! Is she hot? Or is she, you know¡­ built like a tank?"


    Orson rolled his eyes. "She doesn''t use a custom avatar. What you see is what she looks like in real life."


    Madman''s eyes lit up. "Hook me up, bro! What''s her Insta?"


    "Send me 50 gold. Prove your worth," Orson quipped.


    "Get lost!"


    The banter ended as Orson and Madman approached Reaver.


    "Two versus one? Not very sporting, is it?" Reaver sneered, though sweat beaded on his brow.


    "Of course not," Orson said with a grin. "This is a one-on-one. A duel between real men."


    He stepped forward deliberately, exuding an overwhelming aura of confidence.


    Reaver gripped his de tightly, his heart pounding. This wasn''t just Orson''s strength¡ªit was the weight of years of humiliation pressing down on him.


    "I want to break you. I want to break every single person in SSR Club," Orson said, his smile cold and maddening.


    Deactivating his zing Burn passive and holding back his God-tier abilities, Orson stepped into Reaver''s range¡ª20 meters, the standard for a mage.


    "F*** you!" Reaver roared, his de shing. He was determined to y the demon that had haunted him for so long.

 Chapter 35 35：To kill and condemn the heart

    Madman chuckled slyly, "Heh, hey warrior, better watch your back door!"


    Just as Reaver prepared to act, Madman''s words froze him in ce.


    No matter the ss, exposing your back to a thief was never a wise decision. With precise, critical backstabs, they''d always teach their targets to guard their vulnerable "flower."


    "Are you nning to jump in, Madman?" Orson asked casually.


    Madman picked his nosezily and flicked the imaginary booger away. "Nah, I''ll wait until you two are low on health. Then I''ll clean up. Orgod, with your deep red name, I bet your gear is worth a fortune!"


    "Good. Let me send you straight to the fountain for revival," Orson grinned darkly. He knew Madman all too well¡ªthis guy always followed through on his shameless threats.


    Madman''s face stiffened. Memories of Orson''s terrifying damage output shed through his mind. Killing a thief like him would be child''s y.


    "Fine! I''ll spare you both¡­ for now," Madman muttered, retreating swiftly until he was over 100 meters away, just to stay out of range of Orson''s ridiculous attacks.


    "Prepare to die!" Reaver roared, pulling a second blue-grade sword from his waist.


    Madman''s eyes widened. "No way¡­ dual-wielding warrior?"


    Orson wasn''t surprised. Reaver had held back during the boss fight earlier, clearly not revealing his full strength.


    In Infinite Dimensions, warriors could adopt a variety of fighting styles early on. Most yers preferredbinations like sword-and-shield, de-and-shield, or a two-handed greatsword.


    The most difficult of all was the dual-wielding warrior. Sacrificing most of their blocking ability, they maximized offensive efficiency while maintaining agility.


    This setup wasn''t for amateurs. It was either a beginner''s trap or the choice of someone supremely confident in their skill.


    Orson maintained hisposure and tested the waters with basic fireballs and auto-attacks.


    Boom! Boom! Boom!


    He rained down attacks, taking full advantage of his superior range.


    -33


    -11


    -Blocked!


    Reaver smirked smugly, deflecting every fireball with his twin swords. Every swing was precise, every block perfectly timed. This wasn''t surprising¡ªtiming and control were the bread and butter of professional yers.


    If Reaver had been using a shield instead of dual des, he likely could have blocked Orson''s entire barrage effortlessly.


    Madman cackled from afar, "Hey bro, are you even trying? Your attacks can''t even break his defense! Have you been ying too much with your sparrow?!"


    Orson almostughed out loud at the jab but shook his head, continuing his barrage of attacks.


    Reaver closed the gap,ing within ten meters of Orson. Still, the mage remained calm, releasing a rapid series of three fireballs, seamlessly chained with basic attacks.


    The pressure mounted on Reaver. He stopped abruptly, his twin swords spinning violently in a whirlwind.


    "Howling Tempest!"


    A fierce gust swept through the battlefield, dispersing Orson''s iing attacks. Nothingnded.


    Orson sidestepped smoothly, avoiding Reaver''s thrown de with precise movement. At the same time, he kept his attacks consistent, retreating while firing.


    -15


    -29


    The damage numbers were unimpressive, barely scratching Reaver''s HP. His swordsmanship countered every attempt Orson made tond a decisive blow.


    Smirking arrogantly, Reaver taunted, "Your long-range attacks are impressive, but this close¡­ you''re just a fool. Let me guess, you''ve slotted a Spirit-tier Soulmark, haven''t you?"


    Orson remained silent, continuing what seemed like a futile effort to deal damage.


    Reaver sneered, "A Spirit-tier Soulmark? How quaint. Against real experts, that''s nothing more than garbage."


    The swordsman''s condescending tone grew as he vented years of suppressed frustration from being overshadowed by Orson.


    "You''re desperate, aren''t you? Banking on whatever advantage that Soulmark gives you. But it doesn''t matter. I''m going to end this today!"


    Orson''s lips curled into a smirk. Hisposure rattled Reaver even more.


    "And why the hell do you talk so much during fights, Reaver?" Orson interrupted. "Were you bullied a lot as a kid? Is this your way of proving you''re better than others?"


    Reaver froze. His sneer disappeared as those words struck a nerve.


    "How does he know?" Reaver''s thoughts spiraled.


    "Ah, so that''s it," Orson murmured knowingly, his smile sharp as a de.


    To break a professional yer, you start with their pride.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "Wind Whisperer."


    Orson''s soft incantation activated a six-pointed star, lighting up the glyph of wind magic.


    "Triple-ss magic user?" Reaver''s eyes widened.


    To him, such a build was a joke¡ªa reckless choice that only amateurs would make. Spreading points across multiple magic disciplines left yers underpowered in the mid-tote game.


    The increased skill flexibility might offer short-term strength, but it came at the cost of diluted talents, inadequate skill points, and crippling financial costs.


    "You''d go this far just to get revenge on SSR Club?" Reaver scoffed, assuming he''d figured out Orson''s motivations.


    Suddenly, Orson''s first fireball struck him square in the chest.


    -248


    Reaver staggered, his health dropping sharply.


    The wind magic''s attack speed buff had thrown off his timing, causing him to misjudge his block.


    Orson followed up with rapid-fire projectiles, each 20% faster than before.


    -332


    -332


    -Blocked!


    Reaver barely managed to deflect the final shot, his smug expression now reced by rm.


    From a distance, Madman gawked. "Holy sh¡ªhe was baiting that guy with those weak attacks! He was just lulling him intocency!"


    Orson chuckled mockingly, locking eyes with Reaver. "You''re not cut out for being a warrior. And as a mage? You''re even worse. Why you see me as your rival is beyond me. Are we even on the same level?"


    Every word stabbed at Reaver''s pride, his face darkening with fury.


    Clutching a health potion, Reaver surged forward, believing he''d adapted to Orson''s new tempo.


    But the mage abruptly shifted tactics. His fireballs began flying at unpredictable intervals¡ªsometimes slow, sometimes fast. There was no discernible pattern.


    What looked like chaos was deliberate.


    As a former professional, Orson understood that every yer had their rhythm. Once you disrupted that rhythm, cracks would appear.


    -248


    Another fireballnded, leaving Reaver barely clinging to life.


    "Didn''t I tell you before? Your approach is wed," Orson said casually, as if exining something trivial.


    Reaver prided himself on his rigid adherence to meta strategies. But that very rigidity was his downfall. He thrived when opponents followed predictable patterns, allowing his overwhelming aggression to shine.


    Against Orson? He couldn''t even touch him.


    "W-why can''t I hit you?!" Reaver shouted, disbelief etched across his face.


    "Because your ''meta'' is a cage," Orson said. "And I''m a feather, floating wherever I please."


    Madman''s jaw dropped. "This¡­ this is insane! A mage that doesn''t follow the rules?! What kind of alien are you, Orson?"


    Orson''s skill came from surviving the game''s hardcore mode. His strategy was pure chaos¡ªan ever-shifting puzzle that no one could solve.


    The duel had been decided the moment Reaver stepped into Orson''s 20-meter range.


    Orson had already ounted for his opponent''s psychology, movements, and weaknesses. This wasn''t a fight¡ªit was an execution.


    "I won''t lose!" Reaver roared desperately.


    Orson smirked. "Don''t kid yourself. Even pros have their limits."


    With a flick of his wrist, Orson fired a basic attack.


    The fireball streaked forward, ending Reaver''s misery. "Goodbye, old friend."

 Chapter 36 36: Shrimp Stealing Hearts, Pig Crushing Dreams

    Reaver disappeared in a sh of white light, sent back to the respawn point. Unfortunately for him, his bad luck resulted in the loss of a mere handful of silver coins.


    Empress: "Are you done yet? I can''t hold on much longer."


    Orson replied with a mischievous grin, "Coming to save you, dear Empress."


    "Get lost¡­ or better yet, don''te at all," Empress snapped with exasperation.


    Keril the Butcher unleashed several Group Confinement skills, but Orson and the others dodged them with practiced ease. The heavily injured boss was soon beaten down to the brink of death.


    "Stab him! Burn him! This boss is about to fall!" Madman shouted impatiently as Keril''s health dropped below 10,000.


    At that moment, Orson suddenly received a private message from Reaver, and his mood plummeted to rock bottom.


    "Every single person in SSR deserves to die," Orson muttered, struggling to contain his fury.


    SSRؼReaver: "Go ahead andugh, Orson. Let''s see how long itsts. Want to know why the Esports Association banned you?"


    "You think you''re so pure, so much better than everyone else, but let me tell you the truth. That game¡ªthe one that ruined you? Everyone but you was in on it. Every single one of us was ying along."


    "We all knew you''d never agree to throw a match. You''re way too full of yourself for that. So, yeah¡­ we cut you out of the deal. Each of us made millions off it, including your precious little prot¨¦g¨¦, Snow Dream. Oh, didn''t see thating, did you?"


    "By the way, about that appeal you tried to file with the Esports Association? You didn''t know? The biggest sponsor of the Esports Association is SSR. If they didn''t ban you, who else were they going to ban?"


    The message ended with a final jab: "Rot, you worthless piece of trash!"


    Despite having endured the trials of a post-apocalyptic world, Orson couldn''t stop his emotions from churning.


    He finally understood Snow Dream''s earlier behavior¡ªthe guilt, the evasive nces, and her sudden logout.


    Because she couldn''t face him.


    Orson felt likeughing at himself¡ªat his own naivety. He''d med himself for the disastrous match, thinking it was his own poor performance and leadership that had caused their loss.


    He''d suspected there might be a traitor in the team, but he''d never imagined that everyone, including Snow Dream¡ªthe yer he''d mentored with his own hands¡ªhad been in on it.


    "Hey, man! If you don''t start attacking, we''re gonna get wiped!" Madman''s urgent voice brought Orson back to the present.


    Empress: "What are you doing, spacing out? Get your damage in!"


    Realizing his teammates were on the verge of death, Orson snapped out of it and unleashed Touch of the me Serpent, hurling it at the boss with an explosive fury.


    Ding!


    The boss''s body copsed, leaving behind a pile of loot, but Orson had no interest in checking it.


    After a long silence, Orson replied to Reaver''s message: "You''d better prepare to delete your ount."


    Then he blocked Reaver before thetter could gloat further.


    "I''ll get everyst one of you. I swear it! I swear to fing God!" Orson seethed inwardly, his thoughts filled with the memories of camaraderie that now made his skin crawl.


    "You have in [Keril the Butcher]. Experience +20,000."


    "Your level has increased to 16."


    "[Soul Collection Bottle] has detected a collectible boss soul. Would you like to collect it?"


    The notifications brought Orson back to his senses. He hesitated briefly before choosing to collect the soul.


    A wisp of white smoke rose from the boss''s corpse and disappeared into his inventory.


    [Soul Collection Bottle]


    Collected Progress: 1/20


    The progress bar ticked up, leaving Orson pondering. The Ascended Demon Pill could only be consumed by NPCs. For now, he decided to focus on gathering the required souls.


    "World Announcement: Would you like to remain anonymous?"


    Orson''s calm returned as he replied, "Show my name."


    "World Announcement: yer Orgod has led a team to defeat the boss [Lord-ss: Keril the Butcher]!"


    "This instance waspleted with only three survivors, earning double rewards for no NPC assistance!"


    "Reward: 60 free attribute points, 40 skill points, 12,000 reputation, and 30 gold coins!"


    The server chat erupted into chaos.


    CornerSlyFox: "Unbelievable! Even Usher couldn''t steal it from this guy. What a legend!"


    TaylorSwiftBigFan: "Dragon''s Kiss Guild? SSR? Aren''t they supposed to be unstoppable? So where are they now? Silent as the grave?"


    36DPhoneHolder: "They teamed up and still couldn''t win? Hrious!"


    The once-boisterous Dragon''s Kiss Guild yers were now conspicuously quiet. Their repeated defeats at the hands of a single yer left them too embarrassed to speak.


    SafetyFirst: "I admire Orgod! Join our Battle Intent Guild. Starting sry: 20 million!"


    LBGHTXXXX: "Afraid of crossing Dragon''s Kiss Guild? Not me. 35 million plus lifetime VIP ess to Nocturne City''s top clubs. Join us, Orgod!"


    Recruitment offers flooded the world chat, with jaw-dropping sries that left bystanders green with envy.


    Empress smirked and teased Orson: "Why settle for them? Join Moonlight Guild. 50 million and two personal gamingpanions. Deal?"


    Madman''s ears perked up. "Pick me! Forget the sry, just give me the gamingpanions!"


    "Get lost, kid," Empress retorted disdainfully.


    Meanwhile, in the wilds, ShatteredCrown saw the announcements and exploded with rage.


    ShatteredCrown: "Back off! That''s my master you''re trying to poach!"


    He bought two golden megaphones¡ªitems so expensive that only billionaires would use them casually.


    US Server Announcement:


    ShatteredCrown: "I, President of The King Family Guild, hereby offer a 200-million-yearly sry to recruit Orgod, my master, into our guild! Together, let''s conquer the game!"


    The announcement shocked millions of yers.


    MoneyWalker: "200 million?! Forget a mansion¡ªwhy not buy a private jet?"


    Randomyer: "Orgod has a disciple? Since when?"


    Orson read the announcement and smirked. "This idiot has money to burn but can''t just send it directly to me?"


    His inbox flooded with private messages from guild recruiters, but he ignored them all and turned off private messaging altogether.


    Finally, Orson focused on looting.


    The Night Banquet quest wasn''t especially hard. With nk''s help, eliminating the NPCs had doubled the rewards.


    Under normal circumstances, NPC assistance would make clearing the quest much easier once yers learned the bloodkin monsters'' mechanics.


    Unfortunately, the loot was underwhelming: a single Level 20 purple armor piece and two D-rank skill books. Orson listed them in the auction house to split the proceeds with his teammates.


    Madman grumbled while sifting through the boss''s corpse. "Wasn''t there supposed to be some kind of quest item?"


    Orson''s mind clicked as he recalled the Barrier Stone in his inventory, a drop from the NPCs they''d killed earlier.


    "Damn it! Did the quest glitch or something? The boss is dead, but there''s no quest item!" Madman raged.


    Orson shook his head, feigning ignorance.


    He checked the Night Banquet quest log: the task to return the Barrier Stone to the city''s lord was already marked asplete. Abandoning the quest would incur no penalties.


    Quest Log: Due to the Barrier Stone''s disappearance, hordes of monsters have infiltrated Pondenorlin City. Please assist Lord Cain in retrieving it...


    A sly grin spread across Orson''s face.


    "So¡­ if I don''t return the Barrier Stone, won''t that mean endless grinding inside the city?"n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    His n was clear: Lord Cain would never see that stone again.

 Chapter 37 37: The Kids Got Potential!

    Back in the banquet hall:


    Madman: "What''s gotten into this old geezer? Why''s he flipping tables?"


    Lord Cain was livid upon learning that his subordinates were killed and the Barrier Stone hadn''t been retrieved. He mmed his fist on the table, smashing it to pieces in a fit of rage.


    Orson smirked to himself. Messing up Cain''s ns by killing his guards? No wonder the guy''s losing it.


    "You failed to submit the task item [Barrier Stone], resulting in significantly reduced rewards."


    "You receive 4,000 EXP, 10 free attribute points, and 5 skill points."


    As Orson had anticipated,pleting the boss fight still yielded some rewards.


    Although the reduced rewards stung, keeping the Barrier Stone for endless monster farming was worth the sacrifice.


    Outside the instance, Empress rejoined her guild, and Madman logged out, citing some real-life errands.


    Before he left, Orson gave him a nudge, recalling Madman''s first hidden ss discovery in his past life¡ªan E-rank locksmith thief.


    "You run into a hidden ss, let me know before you decide," Orson advised.


    Madman: "What''s this? You''re some kind of walking strategy guide now? Trying to get on my good side to pull me into your gang?"


    Orson grinned. "Pretty much. I''m starting a guild. I''ll buy a war seat soon. You in?"


    Madman paused, slightly taken aback. After considering Orson''s skill and straightforward nature, he replied candidly, "Sure, so long as there are girls around. I''m just a casual, anyway."


    "Deal. Wee aboard." Orson''s smile deepened.


    Madman might seem like a clown, always joking about women, but in truth, he was anything but simple. A military academy prodigy in real life, his tactical mind and knack for survival were top-tier.


    Despite starting as a casual yer and picking his ss on a whim, Madman hadter wed his way into the top ten thieves without guild resources or backing.


    Recruiting him was a major step in assembling a trustworthy and capable team. Orson didn''t need a massive guild¡ªjust reliable yers who could both fight and be trusted.


    As Orson mulled over grabbing ate-night snack, a booming voice jolted him out of his thoughts.


    "Criminal! Surrender immediately!"


    Turning around, Orson saw a squad of NPC guards bearing down on him.


    He pped his forehead, realizing he''d forgotten about his 10,000+ crime points. Whether inside or outside the city, he was a wanted man.


    "This guy''s name turned purple? How many people did he kill to pull that off?"


    "Brothers, that''s Orgod! Kill him, and we''re rich!"


    Themotion drew dozens of yers, their eyes glinting with greed.


    If not for the NPC guards, they might not have dared to act. After all, this was the guy who humiliated Usher!


    Orson sighed as more and more yers swarmed in, calling in reinforcements.


    In the eyes of US yers, if their target had a health bar, then it was kible. If dozens didn''t work, they''d bring hundreds¡ªif hundreds didn''t work, they''d bring thousands.


    Faced with the growing mob, Orson simply smiled and sped his hands together.


    The yers stared in disbelief as the infamous red-named Orgod calmly allowed himself to be arrested by the NPC guards.


    "What the¡ª? A three-time champion surrendering like that?!"


    "This guy''s got no backbone. Guess King Family wasted their 200 million on a wimp."


    "Bet he had thousands of gold on him. Just slipped through our fingers¡­ Damn it!"


    The crowd could only watch helplessly as Orson was hauled off.


    "You have been arrested by the Imperial Guard of the Holy Dragon Empire."


    "Given your current crime value, you must pay a fine of 1,190 gold or serve 300 days in prison to clear your name."


    "Will you pay the fine?"


    Thrown into the city dungeon, Orson promptly refused.


    Pay over a hundred thousand real-world dors for killing a few NPCs and yers? No way.


    For most yers, a 300-day sentence would mean deleting their character and starting fresh. But Orson wasn''t panicking. If anything, this could be an opportunity for reinvention.


    He tested his abilities in the cell but found that skills were disabled. His equipment slots were also grayed out, rendering violence useless. The anti-magic shackles on his wrists confirmed it.


    "I need to speak with your warden," Orson called out.


    "Shut it, punk!" barked a guard named Five Cent.


    Orson chuckled and dropped an Imperial gold coin onto the ground.


    Five Cent''s eyes lit up as he scrambled to pick it up, even biting it to ensure it was real.


    "Ah, dear adventurer, how can I assist you?" His tone flipped in an instant, worthy of an Oscar.


    Orson smirked. Infinite Dimensions really nailed it. Even NPCs are corrupt to the core.


    "Take me to your superior. I have urgent business to discuss," Orson said, his tone all business.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    Five Cent hesitated. "Well, the boss isn''t exactly avable right now¡­ How about I get you a drumstick instead?"


    Another coin clinked to the ground.


    Five Cent''s face split into a greedy grin. "Right away, sir! Please follow me!"


    He led Orson to the guardmander''s quarters atop the city wall. As they approached, muffled moans of pleasure echoed from inside the ajar door.


    Orson''s smirk froze. So many hidden gems in this game. How did I miss this back then?


    "Commander, there''s a prisoner here to see you."


    Five Cent pushed the door open a crack, only for a foul-smelling boot to fly out.


    "Can''t you see I''m busy?! Scram!" themander bellowed.


    A scantily d woman darted past them, her face flushed with embarrassment. Orson marveled silently: Uncensored. Truly a masterpiece.


    Themander, Wesley, red at Orson with barely concealed annoyance. "You''d better have a damn good reason for interrupting me."


    Five Cent gleefully waved another coin in front of Wesley''s face. "This one''s a big spender, boss."


    Wesley waved Five Cent away and looked Orson up and down. "You realize bribing an imperial officer is a crime, don''t you?"


    Orson smirked, tossing him a pouch containing fifty gold coins.


    Wesley''s eyes gleamed with greed as he feigned indignation. "I am incorruptible!" he dered, closing the door behind him.


    The pretense quickly dropped. "Must''ve been tough in the cell, huh?" Wesley said, grinning as he unlocked Orson''s shackles.


    Free of his restraints, Orson considered killing the greedy worm but checked Wesley''s stats first.


    [City Guard Commander Wesley: Level 30]


    HP: ???


    Attack: ???


    Skills: ???


    Theck of detailed stats was a clear warning: Wesley''s strength far exceeded that of ordinary NPC guards.


    Orson sighed inwardly. If Wesley had a skill like Invulnerability, fighting him could attract reinforcements and spell disaster.


    Instead, Orson decided to negotiate. "Commander, how about we strike a deal?"


    Wesley chuckled, his eyes narrowing. "Kid, I like the way you think."

 Chapter 38 38: A Legendary Quest

    "You have sessfully bribed the City Guard Commander."


    "The Commander has proposed a ransom of 300 gold to release you, but your crime value will not be reduced."


    The notification rang out, but Orson didn''t flinch. He started haggling with his figurative dragon-ying sword:


    "Make it 100 gold. Otherwise, I''d rather rot in jail."


    "The Commander has proposed 200 gold¡­"


    "Still too much. 100 gold, take it or leave it!" Orson mmed his hand on the table and reached for the shackles.


    "Wait, wait, wait!" Wesley panicked, raising a hand to stop him. "Fine! Look, I''ve got a family to feed, alright? 120 gold, and I''ll have to pull strings to make it happen! That''s the best I can do!"


    Seeing Wesley''s theatrics, Orson had to admire the game developers'' creativity.


    Even if Infinite Dimensions wasn''t a reality-blended game, its immersive design made it feel just like the real world.


    "I also need a fake identity and a guarantee that no city guards will hunt me for the next week," Orson said coolly.


    Wesley frowned. "The fake identity I can do, but the city guard rotates shifts every three days. The best I can give you is two days."


    "Two days is plenty," Orson agreed.


    "You have obtained the Imperial Mage''s Robes."


    "You have received a temporary fake ID valid for 48 hours."


    Orson''s inventory now included aplete set of Level 15 green mage gear. However, its attributes were grayed out, meaning it only worked cosmetically,yered over his novice gear.


    "Please name your temporary ID."


    Grinning, Orson typed: "Boss Bai."


    The ID above his head shifted from purple to the distinct blue of an NPC, and he couldn''t help but chuckle.


    It was no wonder the Thief ss was among the hardest to y¡ªit demanded as much cash as a mage to build, yet so many yers flocked to it. Being a stealthy rogue could be incredibly satisfying!


    Through Wesley''s connections, Orson arrived at the southeastern outskirts of Pondenorlin City, as marked by the Barrier Stone.


    This was the slums¡ªnarrow alleys filled with foul-smelling ditches and crumbling buildings from previous monster invasions.


    "Clear the way! Boss Bai''s here to inspect!" Orson swaggered down the path, radiating the aloofness of someone who didn''t recognize anyone''s face.


    Few yers were around, as the area''s stench andckluster quests made it unpopr.


    "Look! A mage, a real mage is here!"


    "Thank the heavens! Finally, we''re saved. A mage will make these walls imprable!"


    The poorly equipped NPC guards erupted in cheers upon seeing Orson.


    In the Infinite Dimensions world, mages held high social status. Their destructive power and scarcity often determined a nation''s strength.


    Being at the edge of the city, the outer walls were much lower than the inner ones, leaving these poverty-stricken areas vulnerable whenever the protective barrier failed.


    "Boss Bai! Recently, monsters have been frequently attacking my patrol area. They''re gathering again¡ªplease join us in driving them out!" A soldier stepped forward, bowing respectfully.


    "No problem. How many monsters are we talking about?" Orson asked.


    "From what we can see, at least a hundred!"


    "Only a hundred?"


    Orson frowned. Such a small wave wouldn''t be enough to grind his Soul Imprint level or cleanse his crime points.


    He had spent over 100 gold¡ªtens of thousands in real money¡ªto maintain his cover as a city guard. A hundred monsters felt like a joke.


    "Uh¡­ sir?"


    The NPC soldiers looked confused. Was the mage from the inner city so weak that he was afraid to take on a mere hundred monsters?


    "This is ridiculous. I''m losing money on this deal! That sted Barrier Stone cost me so many rewards!" Orson grumbled, annoyed at his own shortsightedness.


    In the early stages of the game, even with a barrier breach, monster swarms were rare. Expecting an easy grind was overly optimistic.


    "Boss Bai, the scout estimates that if the monsters aren''t dealt with quickly, their numbers will multiply within a day. By then¡­ we won''t stand a chance!"


    Hearing this, Orson''s mood shifted. pping his thigh, he eximed, "That''s more like it!"


    The NPCs grew more panicked at his enthusiasm, imagining a monstrous horde descending upon them.


    "Ding-dong! You refused to lead an offensive, triggering a hidden quest!"


    Orson''s eyes gleamed. Hidden quests were rare gems, and now he''d found one by ident!


    "Hidden Quest: Defend the Barrier Stone Breach."


    "Difficulty: Legendary. Recruit a raid team to defend against the horde."


    In Infinite Dimensions, quests were ranked by difficulty: Common, Elite, Legendary, Abyss, Hell, and Mythical.


    Normal quests allowed up to six yers, while high-difficulty missions often required a raid group of up to 60 yers.


    This Legendary hidden quest was leagues above the usual hidden tasks.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    "Quest Objective: Defend against a massive monster invasion. If monsters breach the inner city, the mission will fail."


    "Failure Penalty: Lose three levels, 20,000 reputation, and gain a 10-day EXP penalty (halved earnings)."


    "Note: Unless the Barrier Stone is returned, the monster invasion will continue for 24 hours."


    Reading the quest details, Orson couldn''t hold back a grin.


    So that''s why this mission exists. If I hadn''t killed the NPC guards or kept the Barrier Stone, this chain wouldn''t have triggered.


    With the stone in hand, he had a trump card. If the horde became unmanageable, he could always return the stone to end the quest without penalty.


    At the soldiers'' urging, Boss Bai reluctantly climbed the tower to survey the situation.


    [Goblin Vanguard: Level 18]


    - HP: 4500/4500


    - Attack: 185


    - Skills: Swift Charge, Earthen Spikes


    [Elite Skeleton Knight: Level 22]


    - HP: 12,000/12,000


    - Attack: 270


    - Skills: Lance Charge, Soul Assault


    ¡­


    Among the hundred-plus monsters were several elites, mostly around level 20. They were ideal for farming levels and skill proficiency.


    With two hours until the invasion began, Orson descended the tower. If he could stack monster-killing tasks on top of the quest, he''d maximize efficiency.


    "Too much crime value¡­ What now?" Orson muttered, troubled.


    While his fake ID might fool yers, experienced rogues would see through it. High-function NPCs would also detect his criminal status.


    Then inspiration struck. "Wait! There''s one ce that hands out massive monster-killing quests!"

 Chapter 39 39: The Flame Dragon

    Orson, d in his NPC disguise, made his way to the Bounty Hunters'' Tavern in the inner city.


    "Holy hell, I thought the cops were raiding the Hunters'' Guild!"


    "Wait¡­ what''s an Imperial mage doing here taking demon-hunting jobs?"


    The sight of the Boss Bai namete atop Orson''s head sent a ripple of panic through the tavern. A few red-named yers, mid-task, nearly bolted for the exit.


    The Bounty Hunters'' Guild held a unique position in Infinite Dimensions. It operated in almost every town, and its neutrality allowed even red-named yers and criminals to participate in demon-hunting tasks if they had the credentials.


    After paying 10 gold to register as a hunter, Orson was presented with a wide array of tasks.


    The guild''s missions ranged from E-rank to SSS-rank.


    - E-rank tasks included mundane errands like retrieving lost cats or finding missing girls.


    - D-rank and above involved hunting monsters, such as ying 100 Moonhowl Werewolves or collecting 50 Troll Tusks.


    - A-rank tasks and beyond became downright insane, with S-rank missions even requiring teams to y dragons.


    As a novice hunter with a ck Iron Badge, Orson was limited to E-rank and D-rank tasks.


    Currently, due to the breach in Pondenorlin''s barrier, the tavern was overflowing with D-rank hunting missions.


    "You have epted the D-rank task: y 50 Skeleton Mages."


    "You have epted the D-rank task: Collect 60 Magic Ape ws."


    "You have reached the maximum task limit: 2/2."


    Orson frowned. The two-task cap was inconvenient, especially given that the trip from the tavern to the outer slums took over ten minutes. Running back and forth would waste too much time.


    "Would you like to purchase the Hunter Task Expansion Bundle?"


    "Beginner Bundle: Increase task limit to 20."


    The system prompt popped up, and Orson let out a bitterugh. The bundle''s price was 50 gold.


    Demon-hunting tasks were a staple for grinding rewards, offering silver coins and skill points. However, Orson had never been willing to buy bundles in his previous life. For efficiency''s sake, he had no choice now.


    "Purchase the Advanced Bundle."


    "You have spent 300 gold and received the Advanced Hunter Expansion Bundle!"


    "Hunter Expansion Advanced Bundle:"


    - Increases task limit to 60.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    - Grants remote task eptance and submission within city limits.


    Orson winced at the cost. Still, the ability to remotelyplete tasks made the purchase worthwhile. He''d need to finish a mountain of tasks to level up his hunter rank.


    "Random King: "Damn it! All the D-rank tasks are gone! There were like twenty of them a second ago!"


    "Skytear''s Sorrow: "Who the hell is Boss Bai? What''s with hoarding all the tasks?"


    Nearby yers clustered around the bar, grumbling at the vanishing tasks. When they spotted Orson, they were baffled:


    "Is that an NPC? Since when do they act like total maniacs?"


    Ignoring theints, Orson methodically epted all avable tasks. Whether or not he couldplete them didn''t matter¡ªhe could rece unfinished tasks with new ones when they refreshed in two hours.


    ---


    "Bradley, how''s it going? Are you done yet?"


    Orson sent a private message to his struggling ally. Bradley''s level had dropped to 9 after hours of futile grinding.


    "Moneybags: "I''m gonna¡­ damn it! If I don''t yank that drunken bastard''s armpit hair tonight, I''ll eat my keyboard!"


    "¡­Harsh."


    Orson shook his head. Bradley was stubbornly attempting to clear the Saint de trial and had been defeated hundreds of times. His determination was both impressive and masochistic.


    "Finish it soon. I''ll help you grind levels afterward."


    Bradley didn''t reply, focusing instead on his endless cycle of defeat.


    ---


    With over an hour remaining until the monster invasion, Orson logged off for a quick break. After a shower and a feast of grilledmb skewers, he returned to the game.


    "Regional Announcement: yer ''ughter Spree'' has awakened the A-rank Hidden ss: Mad Demon Knight."


    "Rewards: 100 free attribute points, 40 skill points, 5,000 reputation, 50 gold!"


    ---


    The first A-rank Hidden ss had emerged, earning admiration from yers across the server.


    "Irond Healer: "Amazing! The first A-rank ss already?!"


    "Moneybags: "Damn! 500 gold as a celebration? ughter Spree is really flexing!"


    ---


    Orson remained unimpressed. He remembered ughter Spree as a core member of the ughter Guild. While the ss provided an early-game edge, ughter Spree''sckluster skills caused him to fade into obscurityter on.


    In Infinite Dimensions, the strength of a ss mattered less than the yer''s skill. Even the weakest E-rank sses could topple higher-tier ones in capable hands.


    ---


    Back in the outer slums, Orson climbed the defensive watchtower.


    "Boss Bai! If we don''t engage soon, we''re doomed!"


    The NPC soldiers were visibly panicked.


    "Hmm¡­ Now this is what I call a party."


    Orson sucked in a breath as he gazed at the monstrous horde. Thousands of creatures nketed the horizon, a sea of shadows surging forward.


    His scalp tingled. No wonder the mission allowed a 60-man raid. A six-yer team wouldn''t stand a chance against this onught.


    The horde was roughly two kilometers away¡ªjust beyond Orson''s current maximum range of 1,670 meters. Any hopes of whittling down the numbers before their approach were dashed.


    ---


    "Countdown: 60 seconds."


    "You have been grantedmand over the Outer City Guards."


    The mission''s prompt appeared.


    Orson surveyed the defending NPC soldiers. There were fewer than 30, most of them around level 15¡ªfar weaker than their inner-city counterparts.


    "Relying on them is as good as throwing bodies at the horde¡­"


    ---


    After some thought, Orson decided to improve his magic capabilities.


    "You have spent 9 skill points and 6 gold to level up your magic."


    "You have spent 12 skill points and 14 gold to reach Magic Level 10."


    "C-rank Fire Magic: [Touch of the me Serpent] has been enhanced!"


    "You have learned Fire Magic: [me Dragon]!"


    [me Dragon]


    - Effect 1: Consumes 600 MP to summon a fiery dragon. Each strike deals 400+ spell attack power andsts 15 seconds. Cooldown: 50 seconds.


    - Effect 2: Targets in contact with the me Dragon suffer 220 burn damage per second for 3 seconds.


    Orson''s face lit up. Spending so many resources had paid off¡ªthe skill had transformed into a powerhouse.


    Though ssified as C-rank, me Dragon rivaled even some B-rank AoE skills in power.


    ---


    With 25 skill points left, Orson upgraded [Earth Surge] and [Wind Whisperer] to level 5. These utility spells didn''t gain much offensive power but benefitted from reduced cooldowns.


    ---


    "Countdown over!"


    "The monster horde is advancing!"


    Orson''s expression hardened as the ground began to quake. The horde, a mass of writhing darkness, surged forward like an ominous tidal wave.

 Chapter 40 40: What a Kind Man

    Among the advancing monster horde, the fastest were the skeleton riders and several nimble magical beasts, numbering between two to three hundred.


    Orson quickly regained focus. These elite mobs all had HP exceeding 10,000. Sending the NPC soldiers to form a shield wall against them would be a futile effort¡ªat best, they''dst two or three turns before being trampled into paste.


    "Whisper of the Wind!"


    With the casting efficiency boost from Whisper of the Wind, Orson initiated a Level 5 Quaking Stone Spikes, but instead of targeting the monster cluster, he cast the spell 600 meters away from the city wall.


    Massive stone pirs erupted from the ground, manipted by Orson into forming over a dozen stone chevaux-de-frise¡ªan effective obstacle against cavalry.


    Everyone knows that whether it''s mounted cavalry or a reckless drunk driver, they all fear these things the most.


    Though they couldn''t directly damage the monsters, they significantly slowed their advance. Each stone barrier was two meters high, spaced three meters apart, forming a "no-go zone" for cavalry in the open field outside the city.


    This is the power of earth-element magic: though its offensive capabilitiesg behind, its versatility is unparalleled. In guild wars or defensive battles, a single earth-specialized Grand Mage can hold an entire frontline alone.


    Afterpleting the first defensive line, Orson didn''t attack immediately. He waited for the 1 minute and 45-second cooldown of Quaking Stone Spikes to finish.


    "Mount up, everyone! Ten on each nk! Corral the scattered monsters toward the chevaux-de-frise!"


    At Orson''smand, the NPC soldiers mounted their horses and rode out, granting him the rare privilege ofmanding NPC troops like a general.


    Most of the 20+ NPCs were infantry and archers. The inner city boasted the elite heavy cavalry, leaving only these lightly armored soldiers for the outskirts. Mounted, they gained no stat bonuses, but their light equipment made them faster than most monsters¡ªperfect for drawing aggro.


    After waiting over a minute, Orson erected a second row of chevaux-de-frise 500 meters from the wall.


    This time, the barriers were spaced closer together and formed a V-shape.


    With his sharp gaze, Orson anticipated the skeletal riders hitting the first set of barriers, causing a bottleneck for the following monsters. Ultimately, the horde would jam up in the V-shaped chevaux-de-frise, creating a ssic "pocket formation."


    True to his calctions, a cacophony of crashes erupted. Bone fragments flew in all directions as Orson observed.


    -3500


    -3500


    ...


    Over ten skeletal riders mmed into the barriers, shattering themselves and their skeletal steeds into pieces.


    As undead creatures, skeleton riderscked intelligence and blindly charged forward without evasion. Even reduced to a mangled state, they dragged their broken limbs onward.


    Under Orson''s orders, the NPC soldiers galloped around, drawing scattered monsters into a concentrated group again.


    Orson, leading the remaining 10 archers, approached the bottleneck. The archers lined up and readied their bows.


    As more monsters flooded into the pocket, Orson smirked. "Let''s test the new skill."


    A crimson six-pointed star red into existence, radiating heatwaves. The surrounding temperature rose sharply, and the air brimmed with fiery magic energy.


    Boom¡ª


    A massive ming dragon, over 20 meters long, coalesced in the air with a deafening roar.


    The me Dragon let out a menacing cry, its fiery form almost lifelike, as it unleashed dozens of fireballs into the horde.


    -1100


    -220


    -220


    ...


    "...This is a C-tier spell?"


    Even Orson doubted himself.


    The me Dragon released five waves of fireballs over its 15-second duration, dealing massive AOE damage. Though its single-target damage was modest, its area control rivaled some A-tier spells.


    -1530


    -1530


    ...


    The passive skill zing Burn triggered, finishing off numerous critically injured skeleton riders.


    In moments, the battlefield outside the city turned into a fiery hellscape. Dozens of monsters burned to ash, with hundreds more unable to advance past the barriers.


    If any stragglers escaped the pocket formation, the archers quickly finished them off.


    "You''ve in an elite skeleton rider. Experience +600."


    "You''ve in a magic ape. Experience +450."


    "You''ve in a goblin cavalry. Experience +430."


    ...


    Orson''s experience bar surged upward. Within minutes, his level 16 XP hit 15%. At this rate, he could level up in less than 30 minutes.


    Meanwhile, heaps of task items and monster materials filled his inventory.


    "Boss Bai is invincible!"


    "Boss Bai, hail the conquering hero!"


    The NPC soldiers cheered wildly, showering Orson with exaggerated praise. He epted it all with a smug grin, reveling in their sycophantic ttery.


    ---


    ### yers'' Perspective:


    "Where are my monsters?!"


    "Why are they running away?!"


    yers grinding mobs in the area were baffled as nearby monsters bolted en masse. No matter what attacks they used, the monsters ignored them, sprinting toward a single destination as if lured by a feast.


    yer A: "What''s going on? Every hit shows as Miss."


    yer B: "Let''s follow them. Maybe we''ve triggered an event."


    The yers followed the horde and were met with an astonishing sight:


    A sea of monsters, numbering in the thousands, swarmed toward the city wall. Amidst the chaos, a fiery dragon rampaged, leaving only ashes in its wake.


    "Oh my god! That''s a fire dragon!?"


    "A 10,000-HP elite monster goes down in seconds?! Is this the power of an NPC mage?"


    The yers stared, ck-jawed, as Boss Bai unleashed his overwhelming magic.


    "This NPC is too strong! What kind of hidden quest is tied to him?"


    A hopeful yer boldly approached Orson, stering on a fawning grin.


    "Oh great mage, is there any way I might assist you?"n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    But others quickly derided him:


    "Scrub, get lost! You''re level 13 with green gear¡ªwhat help could you possibly offer?"


    "I''m level 15 and a fire specialist! Pick me, mage, and I''ll prove my worth!"


    Suppressingughter, Orson continued casting, maintaining his aloof "NPC grandeur."


    "I hear rumors of a guild, Dragon''s Kiss Guild?" Orson said.


    The yers froze in shock.


    "The mage knows Dragon''s Kiss Guild?"


    Orson sneered. "Heard of them? Of course."


    His expression darkened. "The chaos outside the city, the innocent lives lost¡ªit''s all because of Dragon''s Kiss Guild and their heinous deeds."


    The yers blinked, puzzled. No such system announcements had urred.


    "You''re all here for quests, aren''t you?" Orson shifted the topic, struggling to stifle hisughter.


    "A quest! It''s real!" The yers were ted.


    Orson nodded sagely. "List ten crimes of Dragon''s Kiss Guild. Spread the word. Let all nations know their atrocities. Oncepleted, report to the inner city''s Guard Captain Wesley for your reward."


    The yers were dumbstruck. Was that...it?


    Still, they erupted into cheers.


    "Such a kind and benevolent mage!"

 Chapter 41 41: The Fox Clan Set

    Within minutes, the skeletal cavalry were reduced to heaps of shattered bones, and less than half of the original 1,000 monsters remained.


    The pace of the attacks began to slow, but Orson remained vignt. With a wave of his hand, another Quaking Stone Spikes erupted, reinforcing the pocket formation and extending the defensive line.


    A group of about 30 fox spirits, their bodies glowing faintly with mes, approached cautiously.


    Although their numbers were small, their stats far surpassed ordinary mobs, rivaling those of a standard Level 20 boss.


    What made them particrly troublesome was their cunning. Instead of recklessly charging forward like the skeletal riders, they broke formation and began targeting the NPC soldiers drawing aggro on the outskirts.


    Orson''s expression darkened. In a matter of seconds, three mounted NPC soldiers were dragged down, their horses overwhelmed. The surrounding monsters swarmed them, leaving nothing but carnage in their wake.


    ---


    [Sacred Fox Spirit]


    Level: 22


    HP: 35,000/35,000


    Attack: 300


    Skills: Heavy w Strike, Basic Fire Magic


    ---


    "These mobs are rare," Orson murmured. "If memory serves, they drop a 20-level mage set."


    He quicklymanded the NPC soldiers to retreat to avoid further losses.


    While the fox spirits demonstrated some intelligence, they were no match for Orson''s veteran cunning.


    Under the buff from Whisper of the Wind, Orson''s attack speed increased. His basic attacks interrupted the lead fox''s pursuit, followed by a barrage of fireballs that sent it flying.


    Suddenly, a crack of thunder split the air. An NPC soldier was struck by lightning, copsing into a state of forced paralysis, his body emitting faint smoke.


    Emerging from the ranks of the fox spirits was a majestic figure wreathed in sparks of electricity. Its piercing eyes locked onto Orson as it growled menacingly.


    ---


    [Sacred Fox King]


    Level: 22


    HP: 140,000/140,000


    Attack: 470


    Skills: Fire Thunder Curse, Heavy w Strike


    ---


    Just as Orson had predicted, this was a boss mob. Its stats and abilities rivaled those of an elite boss, particrly its Fire Thunder Curse¡ªa variant of fire magic leaning into lightning-based effects.


    In the game''s elemental system, each of the four major magic types had numerous specialized subsses, ranging from D-tier to A-tier in power.


    Lightning magic was one of the C/B-tier awakenings of fire magic, known for its devastating power and swift casting speed¡ªa formidable choice among ordinary awakened sses.


    Orson faced the snarling Sacred Fox King with a calm smile.


    The me Dragon materialized above the fox spirits with a deafening roar, unleashing a torrent of mes. Caught off guard, the Sacred Fox King was swept up by the fiery onught.


    Orson capitalized on the dragon''s knockback effect, chaining basic attacks into the stunned boss from over 200 meters away.


    ---


    Combo x10!


    Combo x30!


    ...


    ---


    Meanwhile, The me Dragon''s fireballs rained down, engulfing the fox spirits in waves of mes. Those attempting to break through toward Orson found themselves within range of the NPC archers, whose arrows reduced them to pincushions.


    ---


    "You''ve in a Sacred Fox Spirit. Experience +1000."


    "You''ve in a Sacred Fox¡­"


    "Your level has increased to 17."


    ---


    Orson grinned. The leveling efficiency was even better than he had anticipated.


    With this pace, even considering the steep XP curve after Level 20, he estimated he could reach Level 23 in 24 hours of grinding.


    ---


    -1640


    -1641


    ...


    ---


    The Sacred Fox King wailed as Orson''s relentless attacks,bined with his zing Burn passive, hammered away at its health. Suspended in mid-air, the boss never touched the ground again.


    ---


    "This is how the Mage King fights? An effortless Combo x182...what the hell?!"


    "Kneeling to the Mage King. I struggle tobo 10 hits on trash mobs, and he''s chainingbos like this."


    "Two thousand damage per second?! Insane."


    ---


    Nearby mage yers, awestruck by Orson''s disy, could only gape. Though convinced that Boss Bai was an elite NPC, watching him utterly dominate a boss like a child''s toy was still overwhelming.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    While infinitebos might seem miraculous to ordinary yers, in Hardcore Mode, they were a survival necessity.


    Regr bossescked escape abilities like Super Armor or Unstoppable Stance, allowing seasoned yers to chain hundreds, if not thousands, of hits with proper technique.


    ---


    "Holy crap, a hero-tier item dropped! And not just one!"


    "Looks like a mage robe and some other armor...can we grab it?"


    ---


    Before the spectators could react, the Sacred Fox King exploded in mid-air. Coins, materials, and equipment scattered in all directions.


    A dazzling purple light beamed upward, but before anyone could examine the loot, Orson swept it all into his inventory with a flick of his hand.


    ---


    [Fox n Robe]


    Quality: Hero


    Level: 20


    ss: Mage


    Defense: Physical/Magic Damage Reduction 20%


    HP: +300


    Effect: Regenerates 1% MP per second.


    3-Piece Set Bonus: Thunderp


    Effect: Increases Fire/Lightning Magic Crit Rate by 50% for 1 minute (Cooldown: 10 minutes).


    6-Piece Set Bonus: Reduces Thunderp cooldown to 7 minutes.


    ---


    Orson''s scalp tingled with excitement. In his past life, the Fox n mage set was one of the strongest hero-tier mage sets at Level 20.


    With its 6-piece bonus skill Thunderp, it was the pinnacle of burst damage, unrivaled by even legendary sets.


    The robe''s baseline stats were equally exceptional. Its percentage-based defense bonuses were critical for a fragile mage, and the MP regeneration made it perfect for Orson''s mana-heavy build.


    With 17,500 MP, the robe''s 1% regeneration restored 175 MP per second¡ªenough to make him a perpetual spell-casting machine.


    He moved on to inspect the second hero-tier drop from the mobs.


    ---


    [Fox n Ring (Left Hand)]


    Quality: Hero


    Level: 20


    ss: Mage


    Effect 1: +5% Crit Rate


    Effect 2: +0.2 Attack Speed


    3-Piece Set Bonus: Quickstep


    Effect: Reduces cooldowns by 10%.


    6-Piece Set Bonus: Reduces cooldowns by 20%.


    ---


    "Perfect," Orson smirked.


    essories were often minor upgrades to stats but could create significant disparities between yers. Due to their rarity, many yers reached Level 30 withoutpleting a full set of essories.


    ted by his haul, Orson resumed his grind.


    As the monster waves began to thin out, nearly 2,000 creatures had fallen within an hour.


    ---


    "Congrattions! You have defended against the first wave of monsters."


    "Rewards: Experience +20,000, Skill Points +5, Attribute Points +5, Gold +2."


    "Stay alert! The monsters will return in 10 minutes!"


    ---


    Orson rxed slightly, surveying the battlefield littered with loot.


    Suppressing a grin to maintain Boss Bai''s dignified image, he began cleaning up the spoils.


    ---


    "You''ve obtained 27.5 Gold."


    "You''ve obtained 53 Green-Quality Items."


    "You''ve obtained 15 Blue-Quality Items."


    "You''ve obtained 2 Purple-Quality Items."


    "You''ve obtained 12 Skill Books."

 Chapter 42 42: Accidental Fame

    "You have learned the C-rank water magic [Chaotic Tides]."


    "You have learned the D-rank fire magic [Explosive Fireball]."


    ...


    Among the dropped skill books, four were for mages. Though their quality wasn''t high, Orson learned them anyway.


    Now, he had all four elemental magics covered. The only regret was that high-quality magic books were exceedingly rare. Among them, only the C-rank water magic [Chaotic Tides] seemed somewhat useful:


    Effect: Consumes 200 MP to create a chaotic water zone. Monsters within the area lose their sense of friend or foe for 3 seconds. Cooldown: 45 seconds.


    It was a typical PvE crowd-control skill. The description sounded impressive, but it had no effect on NPCs or yers.


    Since he had already learned it, Orson didn''t care. After all, he had plenty of money and plenty of monsters to farm.


    Thanks to the [Orc Heretic] title, which added a 10% bonus to drop rates, Orson was reaping insane rewards. Other yers could only dream of such a haul.


    Even with a base drop rate of just 1%, the sheer number of monsters Orson was killing guaranteed frequent rewards. A purple-tier greatsword for knights and a warrior''s armor piece had even dropped thanks to the enhanced drop rate.


    His [Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye] had already reached 20,000 proficiency points¡ªand that was just the beginning.


    Orson noticed that the monsters were growing stronger with each wave. During the brief lull between attacks, he raised another row of stone barricades.


    In total, he now had twelve defensive lines encircling the outer city.


    "I can''t afford to take risks," he muttered. His Sin Value was still above 9,000. If he were killed, all his gear and money would drop.


    After meditating to restore his state, Orson prepared for the next wave.


    ---


    Meanwhile, the world chat was anything but peaceful.


    World Announcement:


    "yer Usher wields a divine weapon, unmatched and peerless! Ranking 1 on the Divine Weapon Leaderboard!"


    "The first owner of a Legendary weapon is rewarded: 2 talent points, 20 skill points, 30 free attribute points, and 50 gold!"


    The announcement left yers across the server stunned.


    Orson opened his eyes from meditation, muttering, "Just like in my past life¡­"


    Dragon''s Kiss Guild Nobleman: "Congrattions to the boss for crafting a divine weapon! Celebrate!"


    Thornwalker: "A Level 15 Legendary bow¡­ Rich people sure have it good. Probably cost tens of millions."


    Backtracker: "Usher''s being ridiculous. A Level 15 weapon? Why waste that much money on something so short-lived?"


    Curious, Orson opened the Weapon Leaderboard:


    Rank 1: Usher


    Weapon: [Golden Wing Bow]


    Quality: Legendary


    Attack: 400


    Crit Rate: 20%


    Effects: ??


    Besides its basic stats, the weapon''s awakened effects were hidden¡ªa safeguard to protect yers'' strategic secrets.


    Still, its raw stats alone outssed Level 20 purple-tier gear. A 20% crit rate boost was absurd.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    But Orson knew its true power didn''t lie in those stats alone.


    In his past life, he had seen this bow''s full attributes posted on the forums:


    The [Golden Wing Bow] ignored physical resistance, extended range, and granted a triple-split arrow effect¡ªan incredibly powerful weapon.


    In the uing Guild Base War, Usher had wielded this bow to devastating effect, single-handedly killing over 600 yers and iming the top spot on the Kill Leaderboard.


    That battle had cemented Usher''s meteoric rise. He became known as Infinite Dimensions'' top archer, and the [Dragon''s Kiss Guild]''s fame skyrocketed.


    New yers entering the game often set their sights on joining Dragon''s Kiss Guild.


    The first Guild Base War was not just a battle for resources¡ªit was a war of reputation. Winning it would define a guild''s standing for years toe.


    Usher posted a server-wide announcement:


    Usher: "A heartfelt thanks to my guildmates and the farming crews for their support. Without you giving up precious leveling time, this bow could never have been forged¡­"


    Many guild leaders read this with scorn but remained silent. Usher''s dominance was frustrating, but there was little they could do.


    Despite his losses to Orson, Usher''s guild was growing stronger. Most believed a single yer, no matter how skilled, couldn''t stand against a top-tier guild backed by financial titans.


    ---


    Suddenly, a new voice broke the server''s solemnity:


    Harley''s Legend: "Ahem. Pardon me for interrupting the great one''s speech."


    Nothing Special: "Yeah, yeah, stop pretending. Doesn''t everyone know about Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s dirty tricks?"


    More "unpleasant" voices began filling the chat.


    yer A: "What''s this about NPCs being fed up with Dragon''s Kiss Guild?"


    yer B: "Wait, are they serious?"


    In a distant inn, the ughter Guild''s leader, Demon Emperor, was drinking with his officers. They were discussing strategies to counter Dragon''s Kiss Guild in the uing war.


    ughter Guild was a powerhouse in its own right and had no intention of letting Dragon''s Kiss Guild dominate.


    Soon, usations against Dragon''s Kiss Guild flooded the world chat:


    Harley''s Legend: "Crime 1: My niece, a high school freshman, was ecstatic to finally defeat a goblin. Do you know how much it meant to her?"


    Heavy Truck Driver: "Spill the tea! I love drama!"


    Harley''s Legend: "Dragon''s Kiss Guild members stomped in, killed the goblin, and stole every spawn in the area. My niece was heartbroken!"


    Other yers quickly chimed in:


    Little Demon: "Totally rtable! My squad can''t even y after work because Dragon''s Kiss Guild hogs every spawn point!"


    Harley''s Legend wasn''t done:


    "Crime 2: A friend of mine was happily ying with his girlfriend. A Dragon''s Kiss Guild officer stole her away with a single green-tier item. My friend''s love? Shattered!"


    "Crime 3: I once tried to sell health supplements to Dragon''s Kiss Guild members. They called me shady. Selling legitimate goods is now shady? Pure discrimination!"


    The absurd yet hrious usations struck a chord with yers.


    Soon, creative storytellers joined in, drafting lengthy lists of grievances.


    The topics ranged from environmental destruction (littering after monster kills) to scandalous affairs involving guild officers.


    Screenshots flooded the official forums, sparking a wildfire of outrage.


    ---


    Orson, still farming monsters, burst intoughter. The oundish stories nearly made him lose focus.


    Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s already fragile reputation was now in freefall.


    Harley''s Legend: "Hahaha! Easy task rewards for shouting in chat. Too good!"


    Harley''s group gleefully headed to the inner city to im their rewards.


    Just as they reached the gates, their mailboxes chimed.


    "Task Reward: You''ve received an anonymous donation of 5 gold."


    "WHAT?! Five gold? That''s 5,000 real bucks!"


    "Me too! I got it!"

 Chapter 43 43: Long Reach, Ruthless Strikes

    In the previous timeline, Dragon''s Kiss Guild had a terrible reputation. Countless yers who suffered under their dominance bore a deep grudge against them.


    This was primarily because the guild''s overwhelming strength and ruthless tactics crushed small guilds and independent yers alike, leaving no room forpetition.


    However, the present situation was different. Dragon''s Kiss Guild hadn''t even begun flexing their full might in Infinite Dimensions, yet their public image had already taken a nosedive.


    It was a scenario that neither Usher nor the guild''s leadership had foreseen.


    ---


    Cracks in the Dragon''s Armor


    "Stop insulting me, okay? I''ll quit the guild¡ªis that enough?"


    The regional broadcast red a message from a well-known warrior named Wild Gale, causing a stir among the yer base.


    Wild Gale wasn''t just any yer¡ªhe was a skilled strategist and frequent forum poster with considerable influence in themunity.


    For such a prominent figure to publicly quit Dragon''s Kiss Guild sent a clear signal: the guild was far from united.


    Other high-level yers in the guild weren''t blind either. While following Usher promised rewards, not everyone had the patience to endure the constant verbal abuse from other yers.


    One after another, affluent yers began leaving the guild, forcing Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s leadership to hold an emergency meeting offline.


    ---


    Usher''s Calcted Calm


    "Fair-weather yers? Let them go. What I need are genuine elites," Usher dered, his tone calm despite the situation.


    His newfound confidence stemmed from acquiring a legendary weapon. To him, the exodus of unreliable members was a blessing in disguise.


    "What do we do now? Recruitment has be a nightmare," Ivy, one of the guild officers, asked with a frown. The viral forum thread had made her job exponentially harder.


    "My suggestion is simple: do nothing. No responses, no actions," Usher replied.


    "But why? All we did was aggressivelypete for mobs¡ªit''s not like wemitted atrocities," Ivy argued.


    "Exactly. Let them stir up trouble for a while. When the guild war begins, those clowns will reveal their true colors," said Skysher, another officer.


    Usher nodded with a faint smile. He firmly believed in humanity''s inherent admiration for strength.


    As long as Dragon''s Kiss Guild maintained their dominance, the loyalty and admiration they lost would eventually return.


    The uing Guild Stronghold War would be the perfect stage to prove their might.


    ---


    A Target on Orson''s Back


    "Did you find his address?" Usher suddenly asked, shifting the topic.


    "Yes! You won''t believe it¡ªour so-called Triple Crown Champion lives in the poorest slum!" the investigator sneered.


    Hearing this, Usher''s smile turned cold. "Pay him a visit. Let''s have a proper ''conversation.''"


    "Understood. We''ll stop by tomorrow at thetest."


    ---


    Orson''s Grinding Frenzy


    Unaware of the storm brewing, Orson remained fully engrossed in his grinding marathon.


    After eight hours of relentless farming, he climbed from outside the top 30 on the level leaderboard to the top three.


    "What the hell? I slept for one night, and Orgod jumped to Level 21? Four levels in one go?"


    yers tracking the leaderboard noticed something unusual. Every few minutes, Orgod''s experience bar visibly surged upward.


    ---


    Orson pressed on, grinding through the night and into the next day.


    After ten more hours, he hadpleted eighteen waves of monsters, killing over 20,000 in total.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    ---


    Soul Seal Progress


    [Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye]: Super God-grade


    - Passive 1: For every 10 monsters killed, increase attack range by 1 meter. (Intermediate cap: 4247/5000 meters)


    - Passive 2: For every 1 monster killed, increase MP by 1. (Intermediate cap: 42470/50000 MP)


    ---


    Thanks to his soul seal''s extraordinary effects, Orson''s passive damage from zing Burn now exceeded 4,000 per second.


    Even against high-level elite monsters, his passive alone was enough to destroy them.


    The loot from his grinding spree was just as impressive:


    "You have obtained 63.3 gold coins."


    "You have obtained 82 green items."


    ---


    The Fox n Set


    Among the spoils, Orson had nearlypleted the Fox n Mage Set,cking only two earrings to finish it.


    ---


    Character Status


    Name: Orgod


    Race: Human


    Level: 23


    Magic Attack: 390 (using a beginner''s staff)


    HP: 1300/1300


    MP: 39,500/42,470


    Attack Speed: 1.1


    Agility: 33


    Defense: 170 / 20% damage reduction


    Critical Rate: 12%


    Attack Range: 4,249 meters


    Unused Free Attribute Points: 140


    Unused Skill Points: 190


    ---


    Dressed in his newly acquired Fox n Set, Orson admired his stats. Even without a weapon buff, his attributes were absurdly overpowered.


    "What would happen if Iunched a random attack into the sky?" he mused, pondering the absurd range of 4.3 kilometers.


    For now, he left his free points unallocated, nning to save them for his ss Awakening Quest when the time came.


    ---


    Auction Madness


    While chatting with Bradley, Orson casually listed a full Wanderer Set, a six-piece legendary archer set, on the auction house.


    Starting Bid: 1 Gold


    Duration: 30 minutes


    The archer''s set prioritized cooldown reduction and critical damage, with a set effect allowing two skills to reset their cooldowns. Though not revolutionary, it was still a coveted piece of gear.


    ---


    Within seconds, the auction caused an uproar.


    ---


    "A legendary archer set for 1 gold? Am I dreaming?"


    "Holy crap, it''s Orgod''s gear! He''s a beast!"


    Even high-profile guilds took notice.


    ---


    "Boss, check the auction house!" ughter Guild''s core member Spree alerted their leader, Demon Emperor.


    When Demon Emperor saw the set, he nearly drooled.


    "Buy it. No matter the cost, get me that Wanderer Set!" he ordered.


    ---


    As the bidding war intensified, the price skyrocketed to 3,000 gold within minutes.


    ---


    "Contact Orgod. Tell him our guild will buy all Level 20+ gear he sells in the future!"


    Ignoring the flood of private messages, Orson smiled knowingly.


    ---


    He had six hours left to farm and was confident he could collect enough drops to sell multipleplete legendary sets.


    He understood the strategic value of these high-tier items, especially with the Guild Stronghold War approaching. Equipping top yers with legendary gear could tip the scales of the battle.


    For this reason, Orson had already chosen his buyers.

 Chapter 44 44: Godslayer

    ShatteredCrown: "Holy crap! Dear Master, why didn''t you tell me there was something this good on sale?"


    Orson sighed with a wry smile. "I knew you''d ask. I saved a knight''s set for you. Put it on your sweetheart, and she''ll be invincible."


    ShatteredCrown: "Hehe, Master, you understand me so well!"


    Orson felt a chill and said, "The Wanderer Set went for a mountain of gold. I''ll give you the knight''s set at half price."


    ShatteredCrown: "Love you, mwah mwah¡­"


    Orson: "Scram."


    Just then, a message popped up from Bradley.


    Bradley: "Damn it, just look at my level now!"


    Bradley''s voice came through like he''d swallowed a bomb.


    Orson opened his friends list, blinked, and asked, "Level 3? Are you trying to let that Holy Sword Saint kill you until you hit zero?"


    Bradley: "Don''t bother me. I can still die 20 more times, and I swear I''ll seize myst chance! I''m gonna keep¡­ no, I''m gonna destroy him!"


    Bradley''s shouting devolved into gibberish. Orson scratched his head, suspecting Bradley was on the verge of a nervous breakdown.


    "Alright, fine. Let me lend you a hand."


    Orson casually lobbed a [Explosive Fireball] into a cluster of trolls. The fiery orb detonated like a miniature sun.


    -1233!


    Critical hit: -2466!


    -4130!


    ¡­


    This magic was essentially an upgraded [Burst Fireball]: short cooldown, high damage, but with a slow trajectory, making it easy for agile targets to dodge.


    Bradley: "No amount of help can fix this! You have no idea how insane that old dog is!"


    Bradley was gearing up for another rant when he suddenly froze. His inbox had just filled with rows of skill books:


    - C-rank Battle Skill: Wind Thunder Step


    - B-rank Battle Skill: Endless sh


    - D-rank Battle Skill: Flying Dragon Strike


    ¡­


    A total of 21 skill books.


    Among them was a B-rank warrior skill, worth its weight in gold. Currently, the auction house had only eight such books listed, each selling for over 400 gold coins¡ªroughly $40,000 each in real-world money!


    Bradley gawked at the sheer fortune sitting in his inventory.


    Unable to contain himself, he logged off and started a video call with Orson.


    "Dude¡­ are you seriously just giving me a B-rank skill book? Let me ask you again¡ªare you cheating?"


    Bradley was hunched in a restroom stall, whispering like a secret agent in a spy movie.


    "Of course not!" Orson rolled his eyes. "I got it from farming monsters. Total RNG."


    Bradley still looked unconvinced. "What level monsters drop this kind of stuff?"


    "About 25-level elite bosses, like the Dark Knight Commander. It had over 700k HP; I spent ages killing it. Don''t want it? Send it back."


    "I''ll keep it, dammit!" Bradley yelled. "You absolute monster!"


    Without another word, he hung up.


    Orson was left dumbfounded. "What''s his problem? I give him free loot, and he yells at me?"


    ---


    The real challenge in Bradley''s S-rank Awakening Quest wasn''t the mechanics or damage requirements. The goal was simply to injure the Holy Sword Saint, no matter how minor the damage.


    The problem? Bradley''s limited skills and low level left him with few options beyond basic attacks. Against an opponent like the legendary Saint of the Holy Dragon Empire, who had morebat experience than Bradley could fathom, this was an uphill battle.


    The skill books Orson had sent were a lifeline. Whether Bradley seeded would ultimately depend on his own determination.


    ---


    After clearing another wave of monsters, Orson submitted a batch of bounty hunter quests.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "You havepleted the C-rank quest: y 50 Nether Twin-Headed Crocodiles."


    "Reward: +3 Free Points, +4 Skill Points, 30 Silver Coins, +4000 XP."


    "You havepleted the D-rank quest: Collect 30 Skeleton Archer Badges."


    ¡­


    Although the attribute gains from low-level quests were minimal, every bit added up.


    Orson''s Hunter Rank advanced from ck Iron to Bronze, unlocking ess to C-rank quests.


    Normally, such a progression would require weeks of grinding, including tracking down rare quest monsters. But thanks to the diverse waves of enemies in his current mission, Orson waspleting multiple quests in a single session.


    Over 10 hours, Orson finished 65 quests, earning:


    - +130 Free Points


    - +154 Skill Points


    Including the mission rewards for each monster wave, his total gains were staggering.


    Yet Orson still wasn''t satisfied. He needed even more points to meet the requirements for the hidden Four-Element Mage quest.


    ---


    "Breaking news! Demon Emperor just spent 13,000 gold on the Wanderer Set!"


    "Thirteen million dors on gear? Demon Emperor''s wealth rivals Usher''s!"


    The auction for the [Wanderer Set] had concluded.


    ---


    Orson opened his mailbox to find a notification.


    The sound of coins clinking filled the air as he received 11,700 gold, post-transaction fees.


    "Holy¡­ that''s a lot of money," Orson muttered, momentarily overwhelmed.


    For top guilds like ughter, such spending was routine. For Orson, it was surreal. With the [Orc Heretic] title boosting his drop rates, he had farmed the set in just a few hours¡ªa feat that would take others months of coordinated grinding.


    ---


    The value of his loot wasn''t limited to gold coins. His inventory included:


    - Over 1,000 green-tier items for Level 15¨C25 yers, which could sell for about 30 silver each (totaling 300 gold).


    - 300 blue-tier items, priced at 10¨C20 gold each, ideal for arming elite guild yers.


    These items were worth far more than their individual prices¡ªthey could tip the scales of the uing Guild Base War.


    ---


    Satisfied, Orson turned his attention to a different goal. He opened the in-game store and selected [Guild Base War Slot].


    "You are about to spend 5,000 gold. Confirm?"


    Taking a deep breath, Orson clicked Confirm.


    "You have obtained a Guild Token. Please name your guild."


    Orson paused briefly, then said, "Godyer."


    Not Demon yer, but Godyer.


    A fierce gleam shed in his eyes. Orson knew the truth¡ªhumanity was nothing but a weapon forged by the gods, mere pawns in a celestial game.


    The gods themselves were the architects of the apocalypse.


    Gods or demons, it didn''t matter. As long as Orson lived, he vowed to y everyst one of them.

 Chapter 45 45: Recruitment for Godslayer

    "Server Announcement: Congrattions! yer Orgod has established the guild [Godyer] and secured a Guild War slot!"


    The server exploded in chatter. Though announcements of guild creation had bemonce since the gameunched, this one was different.


    "Orgod?!"


    "The King Family offered him a 200-million sry, and he turned it down just to create his own guild?!"


    "This is huge! Dragon''s Kiss Guild, SSR, ughter¡ªlooks like they''ve got some seriouspetition now!"


    yers couldn''t believe it. The once-disgraced Three-Time Champion, mocked for his supposed involvement in match-fixing, had made an unprecedentedeback in Infinite Dimensions.


    In just days, he had single-handedly disrupted the ns of Dragon''s Kiss Guild and SSR, defeated Usher multiple times, and now¡ªthis.


    "He turned down 200 million... Orgod must really mean business this time!"


    ---


    ShatteredCrown: "No need to say more¡ªsupporting my master with a little giveaway!"


    Ever the charismatic opportunist, ShatteredCrown celebrated his master''s new guild by dropping three massive 777-gold giveaways on the world chat.


    Empress of the Moon: "Congrats, Orgod! Can''t wait for our next coboration!"


    ughterDemon Emperor: "Looking forward to shing with you in the Guild Wars!"


    The gesture set off a wave of congrattions from prominent yers. The ensuing storm of red envelopes left the server''s yers scrambling for gold like it was Christmas morning.


    Orson noticed the name ughterDemon Emperor and raised an eyebrow. "A battle maniac, huh?"


    He recalled that the ughter guild leader, a real-world CEO, was notorious for his obsession withbat. His S-rank Thunder de Archer had once caused no end of headaches for rival guilds. Despite Orson ignoring ughter''s earlier private messages, the man showed no ill will¡ªa rare quality.


    ---


    Soon, Orson''s guild received an avnche of membership applications.


    "yer Purple Sword, Level 17, Warrior, has applied to join the guild."


    "yer Snow Demon, Level 16, ss: ¡­"


    Over 300 applications poured in at once, spurred by the allure of Orson''s reputation.


    Orson shook his head and disabled the application system.


    "Quality over quantity."


    At the Iron Rank, a guild could only host up to 300 members. Allocating spots wisely betweenbat and lifestyle yers was crucial. Any oversight¡ªlike allowing spies from other guilds¡ªcould jeopardize their chances in the Guild Wars.


    ---


    "You''ve invited yer Money Traveler to join the guild."


    "You''ve invited yer Madman to join the guild."


    "You''ve invited yer Wild Gale to join the guild."


    ---


    Bradley: "I''m Level 2, Orson. Are you really going to let me drag the guild down?"


    Madman: "Dude, where''s all this moneying from? Did you find yourself a sugar momma? Why don''t I have that luck!"


    Wild Gale: "...?"


    Despite their protests, both Bradley and Madman quickly epted their invitations.


    For Orson, these two were irreceable. Bradley was his loyal brother-in-arms, while Madman was a crafty strategist with military school credentials. Above all, they were trustworthy.


    ---


    Orson''s third invite went to Wild Gale, a former Dragon''s Kiss Guild member and a prominent battle forum contributor.


    In his past life, Wild Gale had never made a name for himself in rankings. His B-rank Awakening and averagebat performance left him unremarkable. However, he possessed a unique strength: knowledge.


    Wild Gale''s guide, "Comprehensive ss Counter Strategies," was a must-read for new yers in Infinite Dimensions. Spanning over 50,000 words, the guide dissected every ss''s strengths and weaknesses.


    While most yers relied on brute force, Wild Gale''s tactical insights could elevate Godyer''sbat proficiency.


    ---


    Wild Gale: "You know I was in Dragon''s Kiss Guild. Are you sure you trust me?"


    Orson replied with a smile. "I''m not sure yet. But I trust your theories."


    Wild Gale hesitated. His inbox was flooded with messages from his former guildmates, using him of being a traitor. Their scorn left him disillusioned.


    Wild Gale: "I don''t care about farming gear. If you gear me up, I''ll join."


    Orson chuckled and sent over a 20-level premium warrior set, worth over 100 gold.


    Stunned by Orson''s generosity, Wild Gale immediately epted the invite.


    ---


    With recruitment underway, Orson returned to farming monsters.


    The countdown to the Guild Wars stood at just over a day. Most yers were racing to hit Level 20, where ss Awakening and new gear unlocked a significant power boost.


    ---


    Three hours before the end of his defense mission, Bradley suddenly sent Orson a frantic voice call.


    Bradley: "I DID IT! Orson, check the announcement! I''m officially the Sword God!"


    ---


    "Server Announcement: Incredible! yer Money Traveler haspleted the S-rank hidden quest: [Forged in Fire]!"


    "Reward: S-rank hidden ss: Light-Dark Sword Saint!"


    "Bonus: +100 Free Points, +120 Skill Points, +10 Talent Points, +150 Gold!"


    ---


    The server erupted.


    yer A: "What?! A Level 1 yer awakened an S-rank ss?!"


    yer B: "Where did he find this quest? I''ll pay 50 gold for the info!"


    Dragon''s Kiss Guild Swordsman: "Are you kidding me? I''m in the top 50 and fully geared, but this noob gets an S-rank ss?!"


    ---


    Money Traveler: "Rx, everyone. I''m just that skilled. Go to bed; you''re embarrassing yourselves."


    Orson burst intoughter as Bradley reveled in the attention.


    Money Traveler: "Listen up! Remember the name Money Traveler! And to all the recruiters out there¡ªdon''t bother. I''m already the deputy of [Godyer]!"


    Bradley''s overconfidence left yers fuming.


    ---


    Orson: "Stop flexing and join my dungeon run. We''ve got three hours to get you to Level 20."


    Bradley: "Three hours? Are you serious?"


    Orson: "What else? Look at my level."


    Bradley: "Level 24, 90%? What the hell? Are you leveling with pig feed?"


    Orson: "Shut up ande over."N?v(el)B\\jnn


    ---


    Ten minutester, a shirtless Level 1 Bradley arrived. His mismatched appearance left Orson speechless.


    "Where are you looking? I''m standing right in front of you!" Orson sighed.


    Bradley: "Boss Bai? An NPC? Wait¡­ you''re not cheating. You''re a dev, aren''t you?!"


    Orson: "I''m your dad!"


    Smacking Bradley on the head for a critical -99, Orson nearly sent him back to the respawn point.


    ---


    Bradley: "Wait, let me test my new skill first."


    Summoning a sh of light in his palm, Bradley conjured the Holy Light Sword¡ªa weapon once wielded by the legendary Saint of Swords.


    But as Orson watched, the sword fizzled out after just a few inches.


    "Damn, my mana''s too low. It''s... a bit short," Bradley muttered awkwardly.


    Orson''s mouth twitched. cing a hand on his shoulder, he said, "With a sword that short, let''s keep it sheathed for now."

 Chapter 46 46: An Offline Duel?

    "Oh wow! Leveling speed''s insane!"


    Bradley, lounging nearby and leeching XP, leveled up as though he were strapped to a rocket. Early on, every few elite monsters earned him a full level. By the time thest waves of monsters were cleared, he had climbed to Level 19, just shy of the Level 20 milestone.


    "Broke. Absolutely broke. A Level 25 elite boss, and all I get is trash."


    As the final elite boss fell, Orson checked the loot. There were no brilliant purple beams signaling legendary items¡ªjust a few unimpressive blue-tier gear pieces.


    "You''ve obtained 5 gold."


    "You''ve obtained a dungeon quest scroll: [Dragon Maiden]."


    "Wait, an Abyss-level dungeon lead?"


    Orson paused, intrigued. He opened his inventory to examine the scroll.


    [Lost Kingdom of the Frost Dragon]: Travel to the outskirts of Purple Thunder Fortress to search for the maiden. Danger awaits at every turn. The gods will pray for your survival¡ªgood luck!


    A quest marker appeared on his map, pinpointing Purple Thunder Fortress, the second major yer hub. Located far from Pondenorlin City, it was surrounded by significantly stronger monsters.


    Some yers, eager to advance the main storyline, had already braved the journey to unlock the teleport node for future convenience.


    "An Abyss-level dungeon¡­ now this is interesting."


    Abyss-level content was notorious. Even Legendary difficulty was grueling, but Abyss was the stuff of nightmares. In his previous life, it took six months and a team of professionals to conquer the first Abyss dungeon.


    But as daunting as the difficulty was, so too were the rewards¡ªlegendary gear, A-tier skill books, and beyond.


    ---


    With the 24-hour defense missionplete, Orson and Bradley were returned to a normal instance of the map. The surrounding NPC soldiers and altered terrain vanished, resetting to their default states.


    ---


    "Server Announcement: yer Orgod has achieved the impossible, defending Pondenorlin''s outer city against a relentless monster siege!"


    "First Clear Achievement: Legendary Dungeon [City Siege Defense]!"


    "Reward: 100,000 XP, 30 skill points, 25 free attribute points, 30 gold, 20,000 reputation!"


    ---


    The announcement stunned the server into a momentary silence.


    "So that''s how he got a full archer set¡ªthis was a Legendary dungeon!"


    "Phew¡­ at least it didn''t say it was a solo clear. That would''ve been terrifying."


    yers let out sighs of relief, reassuring themselves. Orgod, after all, was a seasoned professional with strong allies. It was only natural he could clear a Legendary dungeon.


    Little did they know that Orson''s only teammate was Bradley, who had contributed nothing but fiddling with his new ss skills.


    ---


    Bradley: "What''s with theck of monsters?"


    He twirled his dual swords, ncing around in confusion.


    Orson: "You idiot, the mission''s over. You''ve been AFK leeching XP this whole time!"


    Bradley scratched his head sheepishly, thenughed. "Time to grind to Level 20. Once I''m there, I''ll be unstoppable!"


    Orson chuckled but remained silent. The Light-Dark Sword Saint ss was undoubtedly strong, but it required meticulous practice. Its signature dual-wielding mechanics came with steep learning curves, and ditching a shield for offense made mistakes far more punishing.


    ---


    Orson: "By the way, how did you even pass your trial? It sounded like you were seconds away from quitting."


    Bradley smirked. "Easy! Money Traveler''s a genius."


    Orson raised an eyebrow, expecting some shy skillbo or a stroke of luck. Instead, he got¡­


    Bradley had noticed that his trial NPC, Iceheart, was a notorious alcoholic. When all else failed, Bradley bought a wagon of strong liquor for 10 gold and offered it to him.


    Once Iceheart was drunk beyond coherence, Bradley challenged him to a duel. Sure enough, the drunken saint made a critical error, allowing Bradley to score the single point of damage required to pass the trial.


    ---


    Orson was dumbfounded. "I''ll give it to you¡ªyou''re learning how this game works."


    ---


    He tossed a full Level 20 [Bloodthirsty Centurion] Warrior Set to Bradley.


    Bradley: "Damn, Orson, you''re living the dream. I''ming to get you tomorrow. Let''s move you out of that dump into a proper guild base."


    Orson nodded; the idea had been on his mind. With his newfound wealth, there was no reason to remain in his run-down apartment. His outdated gaming podcked proper support for long sessions, and a guild headquarters would make coboration easier.


    ---


    Logging out, Orson climbed out of his pod, exhausted but satisfied. His body felt fine, but the mental strain of extended grinding was no joke.


    At 10 p.m., he checked in with his sister via text. Learning that a team of specialists had been assigned to her case reassured him. "Charles, you bastard," he muttered. "Your morals suck, but I can''t deny your efficiency."


    As he made himself instant noodles, Orson mused, "Only I would eat this stuff while holding tens of millions in gold."


    It was a simple indulgence. In the post-apocalyptic future, food options were dire, and instant noodles were a rare treat.


    "Incredible how much progress I''ve made in just a few days."


    From SSR to Dragon''s Kiss Guild, from the gods to the demonic factions¡ªOrson''s enemies were lining up.


    "Let''s see whoes out on top."


    ---


    Lighting a cigarette, Orson stepped onto the balcony to enjoy the rare peace of the night. In three years, this world would change forever. For now, he savored the fleeting calm.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    ---


    Knock. Knock. Knock.


    The sudden noise jarred him. "At this hour?"


    His instincts red. Keeping still, he peered through the peephole.


    The knocking grew louder.


    "Orson, open up. We need to talk."


    The voice outside was impatient, but Orson remained silent.


    "Don''t y dumb. Your meter''s running¡ªwe know you''re home."


    Finally, Orson replied calmly, "Hold on. I''ming."


    ---


    Opening the door, Orson found himself facing three men and one woman. The men were imposing, their faces hard and unfriendly.


    The woman, dressed in a leather jacket and exuding authority, stepped forward. "Gabrielle, legal counsel for the DK Corporation."


    Orson''s expression remained neutral.


    "What? Not inviting us in?" Gabrielle smirked.


    "Of course. Come in."


    Orson gestured toward the dimly lit living room, though his eyes never left the three men. One stood by the door, another blocked the hallway, and the third loomed behind him.


    ---


    Gabrielle: "You should know who we are."


    Orson: "Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s backers. Am I right?"


    Gabrielle chuckled. "Smart. Let''s get to the point. You have three choices."


    She ced a stack of documents on the table, her tone cold.


    ---


    Gabrielle: "First, join Dragon''s Kiss Guild as vice-president for an annual sry of 500 million."


    Gabrielle: "Second, ept a one-time buyout of 1 billion and delete your ount."


    ---


    As Orson slurped his noodles, Gabrielle''s eyes shed with irritation.


    "And third?" Orson asked nonchntly.


    Gabrielle: "Third, your match-fixing scandal resurfaces, this time with irrefutable evidence. You''ll spend the next decade behind bars."


    Her smile turned predatory.

 Chapter 47 47: A Good Death?

    Orson ignored Gabrielle and her threats, keeping his focus on slurping his noodles.


    DK Group''s power made framing him a trivial matter. They had crushed his reputation before; this time, Usher wanted him in jail. The essence of the strategy hadn''t changed.


    But Orson was sick of their games. He had suffered enough in his past life¡ªthis time, he wouldn''t let himself be bullied so easily.


    Gabrielle smirked, breaking his train of thought.


    "Orson, you''re a big deal in Infinite Dimensions, I''ll give you that. If it weren''t for the young master''s goodwill, you wouldn''t even have the privilege of sitting here negotiating with me."


    Orson tilted his head mockingly. "Oh? How noble of you."


    One of the bodyguards behind Gabrielle scowled and stepped forward, clearly intending to teach the disrespectful young man a lesson.


    Gabrielle raised her hand, signaling for restraint. Her smile remained unshaken.


    "Make your choice."


    Orson finished his broth, stood, and threw the empty container into the trash.


    "Vice President of Dragon''s Kiss Guild? Pass. Doesn''t interest me."


    "What about ten billion for a buyout?"


    He scoffed. "Not tempting enough."


    ---


    "Then what will it be?"


    Gabrielle''s tone darkened as she drummed her fingers on the stack of papers.


    "You may not care about yourself, but shouldn''t you at least think about your sister? A terminally ill girl, isn''t she? Scheduled for surgery next month, if I recall correctly."


    ---


    Orson froze. A sh of murderous intent flickered in his eyes¡ªhis bottom line had been crossed.


    "You''re ying with fire," he said through a forced smile.


    He turned and walked toward the sink, casually saying, "Excuse me, my hands are greasy. I''ll just wash up."


    ---


    When Orson returned, Gabrielle paled. "What are you doing?!"


    Orson was holding two kitchen knives, one in each hand.


    The three bodyguards were visibly startled. No one had expected such audacity from this scrawny gamer.


    "What do you think I''m doing? You break into my home, make demands, and expect me to bow? No chance."


    One of the bodyguards lunged forward, drawing a copsible baton and swinging it at Orson''s face.


    ---


    With a sharp sidestep, Orson dodged the strike andshed out with a swift kick to the man''s ankle. The bodyguard yelped in pain, stumbling.


    Orson''s knife pivoted in his hand, the t side mming into the back of the man''s neck with a dull thwack. The bodyguard crumpled to the floor.


    ---


    Gabrielle and the remaining bodyguards froze.


    "What the hell? Since when was the gaming prodigy a hand-to-handbat expert?"


    Orson nted a foot on the downed man''s back, his face calm but radiating menace.


    To these professionals, he may have seemed like easy prey¡ªbut they had underestimated him. Even in a weaker body, hisbat instincts as a trial survivor gave him the edge.


    "Here''s my choice: leave now, or die."


    ---


    Gabrielle forced herself to regainposure, retrieving her documents and standing.


    "You''ll regret this, Orson. There are countless ways to make you suffer, to make you wish you''d never been born."


    Orson didn''t respond. Instead, he dragged the groaning bodyguard by his belt, dumping him in the hallway outside.


    "I won''t see you out. Enjoy the elevator."


    ---


    From the balcony, Orson watched Gabrielle and her entourage retreat to a ck Rolls-Royce Cullinan. Only then did he exhale, re-entering his apartment.


    This ce was far too exposed. DK Group''s goons could find him here effortlessly.


    Lighting a cigarette, Orson paced the room, considering his next move. His sister was still in the hospital, and leaving her vulnerable was not an option.


    "A bigger city. Better security. Better healthcare," he muttered to himself.


    ---


    The tension in his chest refused to ease.


    "Fighting a corporate giant with only your fists? A fool''s errand."


    He could toy with Usher in Infinite Dimensions, but reality was a different beast. As much as Orson hated the thought, survival meant picking his battles carefully.


    ---


    Just as he cursed his predicament, a sharp pain exploded in his left eye.


    "What the¡­?"


    The world blurred and spun. His vision flickered erratically between the real world and fragmented scenes from Infinite Dimensions.


    The two realities seemed to ovep, the boundaries between them twisting into a surreal chaos.


    "What the hell is happening to me?"


    ---


    A few minutester, the pain subsided, leaving Orson slumped against the side of his bed.


    Before he could process the bizarre episode, the lights in his apartment flickered and died. A cold breeze brushed his face, and his pulse quickened.


    "Gabrielle''s back?"


    He nced toward the balcony, and his heart nearly stopped.


    ---


    A shadow crouched on the railing¡ªa figure with feline grace and wild, flowing hair. Two piercing eyes glinted in the darkness, locked onto him.


    ---


    "The real you¡­ what a disappointment."


    The figure''s voice was icy,ced with disdain. With a fluid leap, the intruder entered the room, her movements sharp and lethal.


    ---


    Orson''s instincts kicked in. Gripping a kitchen knife, he barely deflected the glint of her de. Metal shed violently, the force ripping through his wrist and drawing blood.


    The woman''s strength pinned him against the bed.


    "Who the hell are you?!" Orson growled, straining against her weight.


    ---


    Her body pressed against his, radiating a cold intensity. In the faint light, he could make out her striking features and shapely figure¡ªdetails he had no time to appreciate.


    "What''s wrong, ''Grand Sorcerer''? Scared already?" she mocked, her tone dripping with cruel amusement.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Despite his resistance, Orson could tell she wasn''t exerting her full strength. Her goal wasn''t to kill him¡ªnot yet, anyway. She wanted to humiliate him.


    ---


    Realizing the futility of struggling, Orson suddenly released his grip on the knife.


    "Do it. Kill me already."


    ---


    Her eyes narrowed in confusion. The room fell silent, their bodies locked in an uneasy standoff.


    Then, without thinking, Orson''s hand slid upward, resting on her waist.


    "Might as well enjoy myst moments, right?" he muttered, his cheeks reddening slightly.


    ---


    "You pervert!"


    The assassin recoiled as if burned, pping him hard across the face.


    Orson didn''t hesitate¡ªhe pped her back, sending her reeling in shock.


    ---


    For a moment, she froze, visibly shaken.


    "Is¡­ is she crying?"


    Orson gawked at the sight of the deadly assassin trembling, her eyes watering.


    "You¡­ you deserve to die! A thousand times over!" she screamed, her voice cracking.


    ---


    Something about her tone tugged at his memory. Narrowing his eyes, Orson studied her face carefully.


    "Wait a second¡­ you''re¡­ nk?!"

 Chapter 48 48: The Radiant Shuttle

    Orson was utterly baffled. What kind of day is this? First, Usher''s goonse knocking, then nk shows up for an assassination attempt, and now his left eye is acting up.


    "Is Infinite Dimensions even worth ying anymore?" he muttered.


    "Uh... hey, don''t cry, babe. Come on, be good, alright?" Orson grabbed a tissue box from his nightstand and awkwardly offered it to her.


    But nk, the infamous assassin, only cried harder. The more she thought about being humiliated in-game by this man, and now in real life, the angrier and more wronged she felt.


    Her delicate sobs turned into a full-on breakdown, tears streaming down her face as she wailed pitifully.


    Orson massaged his temples, feeling like the universe was ying some cruel joke on him.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Sitting half a meter away, he handed her tissue after tissue, muttering, "Alright, fine! I''ll let you kill me ten times tomorrow in the game. Bute on, I''ve only got one life in the real world. I can''t let you stab me without taking some advantage first."


    nk was hitting Orson right in his weak spot¡ªhe could handle almost anything but a crying woman. It was Sienna''s favorite move, too, always guaranteed to work.


    After a while, nk sniffled and red at him with red-rimmed eyes, full of disdain. "I don''t want to talk to someone like you. Having the Captain send me to recruit you was clearly a mistake. You''re not worthy of joining us."


    "The Captain?" Orson asked, puzzled. "What''s that? Not some scam group, is it?"


    nk shot him a murderous re, but Orson just grinned.


    "Rx, I''m kidding. No need to get mad. By the way, I have to say, you''re much prettier in person than in the game¡ªespecially with that cute little nose and those tiny eyes. Really pleasing to look at."


    Her frustration boiled over again. "Tiny eyes?!"


    Now that the lights were on, Orson could properly take in her appearance. She wore a sleek ck tactical suit that hugged her slender figure. Her baster skin, electrifying eyes, and a teardrop mole near the corner of her eye made her look both alluring and deadly.


    "No wonder she''s so upset. I really did take a big advantage earlier," Orson muttered to himself, squinting at her.


    nk''s chest heaved as she tried to suppress her rising fury.


    "Enough jokes. Why did your ancient martial arts ne looking for me?" Orson finally asked with a smirk.


    nk''s surprise was evident. "How does he know about my background?"


    Her origins were a closely guarded secret, known only to a select few in high-level government circles. Yet this gamer seemed to know more than he let on.


    nk straightened, her expression hardening. "If you want to continue ying Infinite Dimensions without interference, listen carefully. I''ll only say this once."


    She exined her mission: she was acting on behalf of an organization called "The Radiant Shuttle" to recruit Orson. Their goal was to establish a foothold in Infinite Dimensions.


    Orson''s expression turned serious. "The Radiant Shuttle¡­"


    Memories from his previous life surged forth. After Infinite Dimensions entered its extreme hardcore phase, this powerful organization emerged, uniting ancient martial artists and top-tier fighters.


    They had poured their blood and sweat into constructing the first Heavenly Demon Defense Line, protecting the US Safe Zones at great personal cost.


    It was The Radiant Shuttle who made that sacrifice.


    When Orson first encountered nk, he''d suspected she had ties to an ancient martial arts n. Now, his hunch was confirmed.


    But their foresight surprised him. The game had only been live for a few days, and The Radiant Shuttle was already moving toy its groundwork.


    In his previous life, Orson had been a small fry who never caught their attention.


    Now, they were seeking him out directly. He couldn''t tell if it was a stroke of luck¡ªor misfortune.


    "Join The Radiant Shuttle, and we can offer you protection," nk said bluntly, clearly aware of the trouble brewing around Orson.


    "What about Dragon''s Kiss Guild?" Orson asked.


    nk smirked coldly. "From a national perspective, DK Group is nothing more than a pawn. What''s there to worry about?"


    Orson chuckled. "Fair point."


    The Radiant Shuttle''s connections clearly extended to the highest levels of the state. No matter how powerful DK Group was, it would always be an antpared to the government.


    But there was a condition. nk''s icy tone left no room for negotiation:


    "To join us, you must be the undisputed number one yer across all regions¡ªout of hundreds of millions of yers. And you must remain loyal to your country."


    She threw a business card onto his desk. "Call this number in the morning. Arrangements will be made."


    Without waiting for a response, she turned and walked out.


    Orson watched her retreating figure, shaking his head.


    "The bigger the storm, the pricier the fish¡­"


    "First the corporations, now the state. Everyone''s diving into Infinite Dimensions."


    He hadn''t paid much attention to such things in his previous life, but now it was clear. With Infinite Dimensions operating beyond any single nation''s jurisdiction, governments couldn''t afford to stay idle.


    Joining The Radiant Shuttle was a strategic move¡ªit would give him a shield against external threats, including potential assassination attempts.


    Feeling more at ease, Orson yawned and decided to wash up before heading to bed. His 26-level lead put him securely at the top of the leaderboard. Catching up to him was practically impossible for others now.


    "Beep, beep, beep¡­"


    The electronic lock''s rm sounded. Orson turned around, puzzled.


    nk stood at the door, looking annoyed.


    "What are you still doing here? Don''t tell me¡­ you''re nning revenge for earlier?" Orson crossed his arms over his chest protectively, a wary expression on his face.


    nk''s cheeks flushed. She muttered under her breath, barely audible: "The fingerprint lock''s on. I can''t open the door."


    "Wait, what? You just climbed up the balcony earlier. Can''t you jump back down?" Orson asked, genuinely confused.


    "This is the thirteenth floor!"


    nk''s face twitched. If she were better at swearing, she''d have unleashed a torrent of curses by now.


    "So what? Thirteenth floor isn''t that high. You can make it," Orson said earnestly, his eyes filled with anticipation.


    "I''m not wasting time exining things to an idiot like you!" nk stomped her foot in frustration.


    Grabbing Orson by the cor, she dragged him to the door and unlocked it herself.


    As she stormed off, Orson leaned against the doorframe and muttered, "Geez, just admit you need more training. It''s not a big deal."


    nk''s fists clenched, her voice trembling with fury. "Die! A million times, just DIE!"

 Chapter 49 49: The Legendary Trio

    The next morning, Orson called the number on the card nk had left him.


    Radiant Shuttle''s efficiency was impressive¡ªless than an hourter, an SUV with government tes pulled up to pick him up. The driver, who introduced himself as K.D., imed to be from the provincial military district but didn''t disclose his exact position.


    Orson didn''t press for details; it wasn''t like he''d get any answers. As long as Radiant Shuttle provided protection, he was satisfied.


    The SUV drove into the posh Ring City Lake vi district. K.D. handed Orson a key card for one of the vis before quickly driving off, adding that specialists were already stationed at the hospital to ensure his sister''s safety.


    Though a little stunned, Orson took in the luxurious standalone vi. It was tastefully furnished and, as requested, came equipped with six top-of-the-line gaming pods. He didn''t bother asking further questions¡ªK.D.''s frosty demeanor made it clear there was no room for idle chatter.


    After checking the equipment, Orson logged back into Infinite Dimensions.


    As time and space blurred, the game world came into focus.


    Orson reappeared in the game. The 24-hour grind from the previous day had wiped out his Notoriety Value, allowing him to walk freely through the streets again.


    He opened his equipment panel, showing off the coveted Fox n Mage Set, with all twelve pieces now collected. While it was a dream set for most lightning mages, Orson was already plotting upgrades.


    His n was to eventually rece the Fox n Staff, Fox n Boots, and Fox n Shoulder Guards¡ªthree pieces of the set¡ªwith higher-tier alternatives. While full sets granted powerful awakening skills, the Thunderstrike effect in the Fox n set was underwhelming, merely reducing its cooldown by three minutes.


    The real meta was the 3x3bo strategy: keeping three pieces of one set for the awakening skill while swapping in another three-piece set for a second awakening skill. This configuration optimized flexibility and power.


    With the Sacred Relic: Elven Diamond in hand, it would be a waste not to craft legendary-tier equipment.


    Orson headed straight to the crafting district.


    "Come in, adventurer! Take a look! If you see something you like, just let me know!"


    A burly NPC stood at the door, enthusiastically beckoning customers. The moment Orson approached, the man practically blocked his path.


    "Top-tier, custom-crafted gear! Grand opening discount: 99% off!"


    Orson''s eyebrow twitched at the tant marketing gimmick. Ny-nine percent off was basically no discount at all.


    Ignoring the salesman, Orson strolled down the street. The Infinite Dimensions crafting district housed multiple cksmith shops¡ªeight, to be exact. Each NPC craftsman had wildly varying skills and oues.


    On forums, countless yers hadined about losing fortunes due to shady cksmiths who churned out low-quality gear or outright failed their crafting attempts. Choosing the right smith was a gamble, to say the least.


    Across the street, avishly decorated shop was surrounded by arge crowd. A banner proudly proimed:


    "Crafted by Korul, Master of the Legendary Bow!"


    Dozens of yers were queued up to craft equipment. The legendary bow wielded by Usher, the current top-tier archer, had been made here.


    "That ce is a money pit. Crafting costs there are five times higher than anywhere else," Orson muttered as he nced at the shop. It catered exclusively to the wealthy, boasting high-quality results at exorbitant fees.


    Finally, Orson reached a shabby little stall at the end of the alley.


    "Fifty gold coins and top-tier materials, and all I get is a pile of junk?!"


    "Refund! You scammer! Refund me right now!"


    A disgruntled group of yers surrounded a short, red-bearded dwarf who looked utterly indifferent. Hugging a keg of ale, the dwarf waved them off.


    "Shoo! You lot brought garbage materials, so you get garbage gear. That''s how it works!"


    As if to emphasize his indifference, he flipped a Closed for Today sign onto his counter.


    "Boss, I''m here for custom orders."


    Orson stepped inside, ignoring the warnings and jeers from the yers outside.


    "Are you crazy? This dwarf''s equipment explodes two out of three times! The remaining third turns into junk. You''re throwing money down the drain!"


    Despite the vocal protests, Orson calmly approached the dwarf.


    The cksmith, Veijander, looked up with bloodshot eyes. "For hero-tier gear, there''s a 30% sess rate. For superior gear, 20%. Take your chances."


    "What about legendary gear?" Orson asked, a teasing smirk ying on his lips.


    Veijander froze mid-swig, lowering his ale slowly. "Legendary, you say? You''re ambitious, aren''t you, kid?"


    "Not really. I need three legendary pieces¡ªweapon, robe, and shoulder guards. Can you handle it?"


    The onlookers gasped audibly. Three legendary items? Even the top-tier yer Usher had only managed to craft a single weapon and a single piece of armor.


    "Sure thing, but you''ll need a Sacred Relic to guarantee sess," Veijander replied smugly.


    Orson reached into his inventory and casually ced the Elven Diamond on the counter.


    ng!


    Veijander''s tools ttered to the floor. His bloodshot eyes bulged as he snatched up the diamond, inspecting it under the light with trembling hands.


    "It''s¡­ it''s real?! A Sacred Relic!" Veijander was nearly hyperventting.


    Momentster, his shop door mmed shut, leaving the astonished crowd outside.


    "Veijander''s attitude has shifted."


    The dwarf sprang into action, donning a pair of goggles and examining the diamond with reverence.


    "Can you do it or not?" Orson asked. "If you can''t, don''t waste my time."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Veijander clutched the diamond protectively. "Of course I can! With this material, I can craft masterpieces!"


    "Good. Do you have the schematics, or should I look for them myself?" Orson continued.


    "Schematics? Ha! I''ve got you covered. Let me show you what I''ve got!" Veijander said, pulling out a selection of blueprints.


    Two legendary sets were offered:


    1. Eternal Wrath Set


    - Characteristics: High mana pool, spell pration, and cooldown reduction.


    2. Sanctuary of Dominion Set


    - Characteristics: True damage, high attack power, and attack speed boost.


    "Each item will cost you 1,000 gold in crafting fees," Veijander added.


    Orson grinned. This was why he had chosen Veijander. The grumpy dwarf was a hidden gem: his fees were a fraction of what Korul charged, and he had ess to exclusive schematics.


    "Let''s go with the Sanctuary of Dominion set," Orson decided. Its stats were perfectly aligned with his needs.


    The system disyed the crafting requirements:


    - Sacred Relic: Elven Diamond (1/1)


    - Refined Steel (200 units)


    - Beast Hide (100 units)


    - Troll Bones (30 units)


    - Sky Feather Crystals (5 units)


    - Hearts of War (3 units)


    The first three materials were within reach¡ªOrson had enough green gear to dismantle for refined steel and had gathered plenty of hides and bones during the monster siege.


    But the Sky Feather Crystals and Hearts of War were rare, second only to Sacred Relics. Finding them would be a challenge.


    "Hmm¡­ looks like this''ll have to wait," Orson said, sighing.


    Veijander panicked. "Wait! Don''t go! Give me five hours, and I''ll finish the job!"


    Orson smirked. "I''d love to, but I''m short on materials."


    After exining his predicament, Veijander''s eyes lit up. "Don''t worry! I have just the solution for a capable adventurer like you!"


    A quest notification appeared:


    [Hidden Quest: The Secret of Ascension]


    - Objective: Travel to the Frozen Valley and locate the entrance to the Ascension Kingdom ruins.


    "Looks like I''ve got my next destination," Orson muttered, a glint of excitement in his eyes.

 Chapter 50 50: The S-Class Holy Spirit Priest

    "The Secret of Ascension? This dungeon... if I recall correctly, SSR Club was the first to clear and unlock it."


    In Infinite Dimensions, once a yerpleted a hidden quest, the corresponding dungeon could be avable to others with reduced difficulty to encourage exploration.


    Orson had vivid memories of The Secret of Ascension, a legendary-tier dungeon. If he hadn''tpleted the Missing Barrier Stone quest first, SSR Club would likely have imed the first legendary dungeon clear instead.


    "Did you give this questline to anyone else?" Orson questioned Veijander sharply.


    The dwarf cksmith hesitated, looking a bit guilty. "Kid, I''ve got a keen eye for talent. You''ll definitely pull this off!"


    As expected, Veijander''s quest-giving "easter egg" wasn''t a secret solely to Orson. SSR Club clearly knew about it too. Judging by Veijander''s reaction, SSR must have submitted high-quality materials to unlock the questline.


    Realizing this, Orson knew he had to act fast.


    He was well aware that, at this stage, SSR Club¡ªwith its roster of professional yers¡ªpossessed abat efficiency leagues ahead of even the wealthiest guilds like Dragon''s Kiss Guild. Their ability to conquer high-difficulty dungeons was unmatched.


    Marking the quest location on his map, Orson sprinted toward the Frozen Valley.


    Thirty minutester, he arrived at a vast expanse of snowfields.


    [Icefield Raiders: Level 27]


    - HP: 36,000/36,000


    - Attack: 580


    - Skills: Continuous Shot, Leaping sh


    The snowfields were crawling with elite monsters, far stronger than the creatures around Pondenorlin City.


    No sooner had Orson stepped into the area than a group of Icefield Raiders charged at him.


    Raising the Fox n Staff, Orson summoned a rainstorm overhead.


    C-ss Water Magic: Tidal Raindes


    -200


    -200


    ¡­


    This magic spell dealt low continuous damage but had overwhelming coverage, striking every enemy within a 30-meter radius. Moreover, it synergized with the icy terrain, causing enemies to slip, slow down, or even fall over.


    As the raiders stumbled and fell, Orson conjured The me Dragon, unleashing fiery devastation.


    -4170


    -4170


    ¡­


    From over 100 meters away, Orson blended multiple elements seamlessly. His quadruple-magic attacks were unstoppable.


    Critical Hit: -1500


    -750


    Wielding a full set of 20-level heroic-tier gear, Orson''s magic attack had reached an impressive 800 points. Even his basic attacks dealt massive critical damage.


    Orson couldn''t help but imagine the potential of his power afterpleting his ss Awakening and equipping the legendary trio of gear. His damage output would soar to unimaginable heights.


    Easily dispatching the elite monsters, Orson pressed onward.


    Suddenly, sounds ofbat echoed from the distance.


    Orson stopped and looked ahead cautiously.


    A massive Icefield Troll King¡ªstanding over ten meters tall¡ªwas being besieged by dozens of yers near the valley''s entrance.


    [Icefield Troll King: Level 27]


    - HP: 637,000/800,000


    - Attack: 850


    - Skills: Troll Dominance, Merciless m, Bone-Crushing Blow


    The troll king''s greenish-blue skin glistened under the icy light. Wielding a giant iron hammer, it smashed the ground with each swing, causing avnches and snowstorms to erupt around it. The scene was both chaotic and awe-inspiring.


    Despite the boss''s overwhelming power, the yers'' coordination was impressive. The frontline tanks held firm, absorbing each attack with precision.


    Orson quickly noticed something unusual: though there were thirty or so yers present, only a handful were actively engaging the boss. The rest stood guard, their eyes scanning the surroundings vigntly.


    "They''re keeping watch¡­ are they worried about interference from other yers or stray monsters?" Orson murmured.


    The disciplined formations and high-level execution revealed the group''s skill. These weren''t newbies fumbling through a new MMORPG¡ªthese were pros.


    "SSR is already here."


    Orson''s gaze turned icy as he recognized the dual-de warrior leading the charge: Reaver.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Reaver wielded two shining longswords, leaping into the air and spinning like a cyclone. His des shed the troll king''s chest repeatedly.


    Critical Hit: -1100


    -550


    -550


    ¡­


    The glow of light-based enchantments on his swords added to the damage. Reaver''s movements were fluid, dodging the troll king''s retaliatory strikes with practiced ease.


    As hended, Reaver smirked. "I told you, this boss is too slow to be a challenge. I could solo it."


    SSR''s Bloodseeker: "Damn, that spin move was insane! I saw him solo a level 20 boss earlier without taking a hit."


    SSR''s Mourner: "With Reaver here, every legendary dungeon is a guaranteed clear."


    Hearing his teammates'' praises, Reaver responded coolly. "Stop relying on me. Train harder instead of always clinging to my coattails."


    At that moment, a cold voice interrupted:


    "If you''re so strong, why haven''t you soloed Orson yet?"


    The smiles vanished from Reaver''s face. His smirk twisted into a sneer. "Last time was a fluke. Next time I see that dog, he''s finished."


    The troll king, enraged by the attacks, roared mightily.


    Skill Activated: Troll Dominance


    The ground shook as over a hundred Troll Wolf Knights emerged from the surrounding snowfields.


    Each elite wolf knight had 60,000 HP, putting immense pressure on the SSR yers.


    "Keep those adds away from my casting range!"


    The voice of the white-robed priest who had taunted Reaver earlier rang out. She quickly issuedmands:


    "Second, third, and fourth squads¡ªintercept the adds on the left nk! Riley, cover me as I assist Reaver and Alpha Squad!"


    The teams executed the orders with precision, blocking the iing elite mobs and preventing them from reaching the boss fight.


    From his hidden position, Orson narrowed his eyes. "That voice... it''s her."


    The troll king shifted its attention to the frontline, swiping its massive hammer. A Sanctuary Knight¡ªdecked out in three pieces of 20-level heroic-tier gear¡ªwasunched into the air like a ragdoll.


    -1330


    -1557


    -1600


    Even with 7,000 HP, the knight was on the brink of death after just a few hits.


    Suddenly, the white-robed priest stepped forward. A silver hexagram lit up beneath her feet.


    Holy Light Magic: Protective Blessing!


    Holy Light Magic: Eternal Lament!


    - Physical Defense +300


    - HP Restored +800


    +900


    +1000


    The knight''s health, once critically low, surged back up. Their physical resistance spiked, reducing the boss''s next heavy blow to a mere 1,000 damage.


    But the priest wasn''t done. Another silver glow bathed the battlefield.


    Holy Light Magic: Life Unyielding!


    A healing aura spread across twenty yers, granting:


    - +200 HP regen per second


    - Increased max HP


    - Boosted physical and magical resistances


    With the buffs stabilizing the battle, the yers turned the tide against the troll king and its minions.


    "Damn, Big Sis is unstoppable! She''s the undisputed top healer in the region!"


    "Top healer? She''s the best in the entire server¡ªno, the whole world!"


    The SSR yers were visibly inspired by the priest. Since the game''sunch, her presence had made SSR''s progress invincible, clearing every challenge with ease.


    "That''s the S-ss Holy Spirit Priest, all right."


    Orson''s expression darkened.


    The white-robed priest had golden hair and delicate features, exuding a calm and ethereal aura. But Orson knew better¡ªshe was as ruthless as they came.


    Among SSR''s ranks, there was no one Orson feared more than Wedge, the first-ranked Holy Priest from Sword and Conquest.


    As SSR''s team captain, she held authority second only to the club''s owner. To Orson, she was the true mastermind behind SSR''s dominance.

 Chapter 51 51: Bury Them All

    Back in the SSR club, Orson rarely concerned himself with anything outside ofpetitions. As an orphan, he''d long understood that relying solely on himself was the only path forward, and he had no time to care about others'' opinions. However, this independence gave Wedge the perfect opportunity to manipte others and sow division. Whether intentionally or not, she gradually isted Orson from his teammates.


    Wedge was a woman of deep scheming. Despite being a dedicated healer, she was arguably the most dangerous member of the SSR team.


    When it came to the match-fixing scandal that destroyed Orson''s career, he was certain¡ªif Wedge hadn''t masterminded the setup, she at least carried out orders from the SSR owner.


    With Wedge coordinating the battle, her team fought with precision. The tanks held firm against the Icefield Troll King''s brutal attacks while Reaver darted in and out, showing off his shy moves. Meanwhile, Snow Dream and another archer rained destruction from the rear.


    All six core members hadpleted their ss awakenings, with each earning at least an A-tier ss. Coupled with their natural skill, they were on apletely different levelpared to ordinary yers.


    In just five minutes, the boss''s health dropped below 200,000. Half of the summoned wolf warriors had already been in, and the Icefield Troll King looked destined to fall into SSR''s hands.


    Suddenly, a voice interrupted from behind.


    "Adventurers, would you like a little help from me?"


    The group turned to see a figure d in the robes of an imperial mage, standing a hundred meters away.


    "NPC Imperial Mage? Boss Bai¡­ Why is he here?"


    "What''s going on? Did we trigger some kind of hidden event?"


    SSR members exchanged puzzled nces. The Icefield had no settlements or towns nearby, so the sudden appearance of an NPC was unusual.


    "Focus on the boss! Ignore the NPC!" Wedge snapped, her sharpmand breaking the group''s confusion.


    "I don''t need payment, nor recognition. Allow me to lend you a hand," Orson offered, his voice calm.


    He even revealed his health and level to appear less threatening.


    Reaver sneered. "A frail mage with only 1,500 HP ims he''s strong? Even our squishiest sses have at least 2,500 HP. Get lost!"


    "Think carefully," Orson advised again, his voice carrying a faint chill. "This Troll King is more dangerous than you realize. If you''re not careful, you might all get wiped out."


    Annoyed, Wedge raised her staff. "Get lost before I kill you myself."


    She fired a burst of Holy Light at his feet, leaving a charred hole in the snow to emphasize her point.


    "Fine," Orson muttered, his tone soft as a shadow flickered across his face. "Await your fate, then."


    He turned and walked off into the mist.


    Two minutester, Orson scaled the cliff overlooking the Icefield Valley.


    "2,200 meters¡­ Adjust for wind to the left¡­ A destructible terrain above the valley..."


    Orson smirked, muttering to himself.


    Originally, he had nned to sneak into the valley disguised as an NPC and locate the dungeon entrance ahead of SSR. But Wedge and Reaver''s arrogance had pushed him too far.


    "If that''s how they want to y¡­" Orson murmured, his eyes shing with icy determination.


    From his vantage point, he carefully calcted his spells'' ranges and effects, formting a strategy to bury them all.


    Orson raised his staff, which began to glow with ominous, pulsing runes. Thunderclouds gathered in the skies above, their lightning arcing toward his weapon.


    "Thunderstorm!"


    A violet aura enveloped Orson as a notification appeared: Fire and Lightning spells gain +50% critical chance for one minute.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "Whisper of the Wind!"


    His casting speed and attack rate soared.


    "Traitors must pay." Orson''s voice carried the weight of his simmering hatred. Memories of betrayal and humiliation swirled in his mind:


    The false usations that ruined him.


    The scorn he endured from the esports world.


    His sister''s death because he couldn''t afford her treatment.


    "This is only the beginning," Orson growled.


    "me Dragon!"


    "Explosive Fireball!"


    "Rainde Tide!"


    "Quaking Stone Spikes!"


    Spell after spell tore through the air, with no regard for uracy. Orson simply hurled his entire arsenal at his enemies below.


    "Something''s wrong. Very wrong," Wedge muttered, her face pale.


    Snow Dream, standing nearby, frowned. "What''s the matter, Captain? The boss is almost down."


    "It''s the NPC¡­ The level doesn''t add up!" Wedge blurted, her instincts screaming at her.


    "What''s wrong with the level?" Reaver snapped, still focused on the Troll King.


    "Imperial NPCs always have even levels. And their HP isn''t supposed to be that low!" Wedge exined.


    Her fingers flew across her interface, bringing up the yer rankings.


    At the top of the leaderboard, a single name stood out: Orgod, Level 26, 15%.


    "Scatter! Everyone scatter!" Wedge shouted in panic. "That''s not an NPC¡ªit''s Orson!"


    The team froze, startled by her sudden outburst.


    "Orson? So what? Even if it''s him, he''s not here anymore," one teammate muttered dismissively.


    Reaver, however, felt a chill run down his spine as he recalled Orson''s absurd attack range during theirst encounter.


    "RUN¡ª!"


    Before Reaver could finish his warning, a searing me dragon descended from the heavens, colliding with the valley floor.


    The explosion was deafening. The ground trembled violently as fire, lightning, and stone erupted in a deadly vortex of destruction.


    -2000 (Critical!)


    -8500 (Critical!)


    -4250


    Damage numbers danced across the battlefield in a macabre spectacle. The screams of dying yers echoed through the chaos.


    "Shield Wall¡ª!?" Reaver shouted, desperately calling for his tank to protect the group.


    But it was toote.


    Within seconds, nearly ten yers fell to the unrelenting magic storm, their health bars obliterated.


    Even Wedge''s exceptional healing and buffs couldn''t counteract the overwhelming damage.


    "ept your fate," Snow Dream murmured, standing still amidst the carnage. Her voice carried neither fear nor defiance, only quiet resignation.


    Wedge stared in disbelief. Despite her team''s strength, their meticulously crafted ns had been torn apart by Orson''s relentless assault.


    Her thoughts spiraled:


    Why does someone like him even exist?


    Why must he always crush everything I build?


    The memories of working under Orson in the SSR team surfaced¡ªthree years of humiliation and being overshadowed by his brilliance. Just as she thought she had moved on, he returned to haunt her again.


    "Why¡­" Wedge whispered bitterly, watching a massive boulder fall toward her.


    "You have in SSR''s Weeping de. Infamy +100."


    "You have in SSR''s Bloodsoaked Tears. Infamy +100."


    Notifications filled Orson''s screen as he sighed. "I just cleared my infamy, and now it''s back again. So much for staying clean."


    "You have in the Icefield Troll King. Experience +12,000!"


    As Orson had nned, with the main threat to the boss eliminated, the Troll King was left unimed.


    And all the loot? His for the taking.

 Chapter 52 52: The Ascension Kingdom

    Orson entered the valley and began clearing the battlefield.


    On a rock encrusted with frost, a silver cross stood tall, half the height of a man, radiating holy light as it absorbed magical energy from the surroundings.


    "Still alive, huh? What a stubborn cockroach," Orson muttered.


    The S-tier Holy Spirit Priest ss wasn''t just about its absurd healing and buffing capabilities; it also came with the overpowered skill "Holy Spirit''s Rebirth." When killed, the priest could sacrifice experience points to resurrect, with greater sacrifices boosting their stats upon revival.


    Orson smirked, nting his foot firmly on the silver cross. "Go on, resurrect. I''ll kill you as many times as it takes."


    Inside the glowing cross, Wedge fumed with rage, her soul lingering in a suspended state. She hesitated, debating whether to resurrect or not.


    Unlike most healers, advanced priest yers often possessed decent single-target damage capabilities. However, theycked the devastating AoE of mages or archers.


    Even with her S-tier ss, going up against a brute-force AoE mage like Orson wasn''t just risky¡ªit was suicidal.


    She knew she couldn''t beat him.


    Her strength as a priest had always relied on the synergy with her powerful teammates. Alone, she was vulnerable.


    Meanwhile, Orson was unbothered, looting the battlefield without a care in the world.


    The Icefield Troll King dropped a Level 25 purple-grade armor piece and three low-level skill books¡ªtwo for archers and one for thieves.


    From Wedge, Reaver, and the rest of the SSR team, he looted over 100 gold coins. Unfortunately, none of their purple equipment dropped.


    "Afraid, huh? Good. Stay down," Orson remarked coldly, pausing to nce at the silver cross.


    "Orson! This isn''t over!" Wedge''s voice echoed from the cross in her soul state, venomous and threatening.


    "Oh, it''s far from over," Orson replied with a chill. "From the moment you framed me for match-fixing, you knew this day woulde."


    Wedge''s fury subsided, reced by grim calction. She knew better than to foolishly resurrect under Orson''s gaze.


    Secondster, the silver cross shattered, and her soul retreated to the respawn point in the distant city.


    With SSR out of the way, Orson entered the Icefield Valley.


    The narrow canyon was eerily quiet, devoid of monsters. The further he ventured, the narrower the path became. Just as the valley appeared to reach a dead end, Orson stopped.


    "There it is," he muttered.


    After some searching, he found the right spot on the ice wall. With a precise spell, he shattered the hidden barrier, revealing the dungeon entrance behind it.


    "You are about to enter the Ascension Kingdom ruins."


    "Warning: This is a legendary-tier dungeon. Party y is rmended."


    Ignoring the system''s caution, Orson stepped into the cave.


    Orson had run this dungeon only a few times in his past life. Its drop rates for rare items were abysmal, and it barely yielded any coins. However, its monsters were disproportionately strong, making it unpopr with most yers.


    Yet, Orson knew a secret: like One Night of Terror, this dungeon had a hidden mode.


    [Ascension Statues ¨C Level 25]


    [HP: 85,000/85,000]


    [Attack Power: 550]


    Skills: Self-Destruct, Crushing Blow


    The moment Orson stepped through the arched stone gate, two guardian statues charged at him.


    These statues had earned their reputation as yer killers during early game content. Their stats alone were intimidating, but their Self-Destruct skill made them particrly nightmarish.


    The dungeon''s mechanic was brutal: if the statues'' HP differed by more than 10%, the healthier one would self-destruct, dealing 10,000 damage. For most early yers, this was an instant kill.


    Clearing them required impable team coordination to bnce their health pools.


    Orson, however, had his own method.


    He cast Quaking Stone Spikes to block one statue''s path, thenunched Chaotic Tides at the other. The water magic''s confusion effect caused the two statues to attack each other.


    To ensure the n worked, Orson disabled his passive skill, zing Burn, which dealt too much damage and could unbnce their health.


    Instead, he used basic attacks to chip away at both statues while carefully monitoring their HP.


    Whenever a statue managed to break through the stone spikes, Orson slowed it down with Mud Swamp, a low-damage earth spell that drastically reduced the movement speed of heavy targets.


    Finally, a gust of Whisper of the Wind sent the statues stumbling, perfectlyplementing the mud''s effects.


    Four-element mages like Orson excelled in versatility,bining control and damage spells in unpredictable ways.


    Minutester, the two statues crumbled into rubble, and the sealed door creaked open.


    Stepping through the gate, Orson entered a vast underground city.


    Standing on a stone tform, he gazed across the sprawling ruins, taking in the intricate architecture of the once-great Ascension Kingdom.


    "Legend says this was where the king led his people to ascend to divinity. Discover the truth behind the kingdom''s mass ascension."


    Orson scoffed. He knew the real story.


    The so-called "ascension" was nothing more than the kingdom''s mad king leading tens of thousands of citizens in a mass self-immtion, offering their lives as sacrifices to a powerful entity.


    Aheady a broken bridge spanning a deep chasm. To progress, Orson would need to find a solution.


    Eyeing a nearby ruined tower, he casually fired a basic attack at its base. The crumbling structure toppled onto the bridge, forming a makeshift path.


    "You have disturbed the spirits of the ruins!"


    The notification chimed as spectral figures swarmed from the ruins toward the bridge.


    [Ascension Spirits ¨C Level 25]


    [HP: 30,000/30,000]


    [Attack Power: 420]


    Skills: Fearless Charge, Cursed Shackles


    Orson didn''t even flinch.


    With a flick of his staff, he summoned The me Dragon, unleashing a torrent of fire.


    -1,360!


    -300!


    -4,240!


    The spirits burned to ash before they could even reach him. Their curse-debuff skills wereughably ineffective against his long-range assault.


    After cutting down wave after wave of mobs, Orson suddenly stopped.


    "Wait a minute¡­ Why am I running toward the boss like some idiot?"


    He chuckled at his own folly.


    From his position, he had a clear view of the golden pce where the dungeon''s final boss resided. The distance? Less than 3,000 meters.


    With a casting range of nearly 5,000 meters, why should he bother walking over? He was practically a living turret.


    Grinning, Orson began backtracking to the stone tform.


    If the dungeon''s bosses had any intelligence, they''d be dumbfounded. What kind of yer resorts to such shameless tactics?


    "Come on out, old ghost."


    Standing atop the tform, Orson unleashed a barrage of spells, haphazardly aiming toward the pce.


    After several fiery explosions, a deafening roar echoed through the ruins.


    "Who dares disturb my rest!"


    A towering shadow emerged from the pce¡ªa skeletal dragon with a human face.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    [King Ma of Ascension ¨C Level 25]


    [Lord-ss Creature]


    [HP: 1,300,000/1,300,000]


    [Attack Power: ???]


    [Skills: ???]


    "So this is the untouched legendary version. The boss''s stats arepletely unknown."


    Orson''s expression turned serious. In his past life, he''d only run the dungeon after SSR had cleared it, downgrading its difficulty to elite-tier.


    Facing the original Lord-ss version with 1.3 million HP? This would be a challenge like no other.

 Chapter 53 53: The Lifelong Nemesis

    DK Group ¨C Infinite Dimensions Division


    Usher was abruptly awakened from his game by an assistant.


    "You won''t be able to touch him¡ªnot in reality, at least," came a calm voice.


    A middle-aged man in casual attire stepped into Usher''s office, his presence unremarkable, but the two sharply dressed military officers nking him¡ªone a female major¡ªmade his authority clear.


    "K.D., right? I don''t quite follow who this ''him'' is that you''re referring to," Usher replied coolly.


    Feigning ignorance, he tried to mask the storm brewing inside him.


    K.D. wasn''t having it. "Orson. Infinite Dimensions'' top-ranked yer. He''s now under the military''s protection. Understand now?"


    Usher''s eyes narrowed. "I''m confused. To my knowledge, he isn''t affiliated with the military."


    "That was true. But now, he is," K.D. responded matter-of-factly.


    The revtion stunned Usher momentarily. He wasn''t afraid, though; he was angry.


    The previous night, his hired enforcers had been humiliated by Orson. One of his bodyguards had ended up injured, and the rest had fled like cowards.


    Usher clenched his fists, unwilling to let such an affront slide.


    The female major smirked at Usher''s stiff expression. "If we were just representing the military, I wouldn''t have personally apanied K.D. here. No, we''re here on behalf of the nation."


    The weight of those words hit Usher like a sledgehammer. "Representing the country?"


    K.D. maintained his poker face and stated firmly, "Orson and his family are on a protected list. This is a red line. You are expected toply. That''s all I can disclose without breaching state secrets."


    With that, K.D. declined an offer to stay for lunch and prepared to leave with his entourage.


    "Wait a moment!" Usher called out as they were about to step out the door.


    K.D. raised an eyebrow but turned to face him.


    After a moment of silence, Usher said, "Orson''s actions in Infinite Dimensions have disrupted our operations. As project lead, I can''t let this go unanswered. Surely, you understand my position."


    K.D. nodded. "I understandpletely. Your conflicts can remain in the game. My responsibility is ensuring his safety in reality. Nothing more."


    Pausing for emphasis, K.D. added, "A word of advice¡ªyoung men like you should tread carefully. Otherwise, your father''s empire might not survive the storm that follows."


    Usher''s expression darkened. His voice dropped to a frosty tone. "Understood. Thank you for the reminder."


    As the office door closed behind K.D., Usher clenched his jaw, his nails digging into the palms of his hands.


    "Vice President."


    The VP turned, startled by Usher''s sudden address.


    Before he could respond, Usher hurled a ss of water across the room, shattering it against the wall.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    Rage twisted his otherwise handsome face into something monstrous. Grabbing the VP by the cor, Usher snarled, "Get out. Take the legal team with you. All of you¡ªget out of my sight!"


    Breathing heavily, Usher sank into his chair, his mind aze with fury.


    "Orson! Orson! I swear I''ll destroy you, even if it''s thest thing I do!"


    Ascension Kingdom Dungeon


    Meanwhile, Orson stood atop a cliff, coolly kiting the boss, King Ma, across the ruins.


    His Whisper of the Wind buff kept his movement fluid and his attacks precise.


    Under normal circumstances, Orson could kite most bosses to death, keeping them at arm''s length with his superior range.


    But Ma was no ordinary foe. With his dragon-like body and flight capabilities, the boss''s mobility was leagues ahead of anything Orson had faced recently.


    Even with years of Infinite Dimensions experience, Orson had to work hard to anticipate Ma''s erratic aerial patterns. He carefully timed his attacks, baiting the boss into flying where he wanted.


    Ma caught on quickly. Adjusting his tactics, the boss began gliding low along the jagged walls of the ruins, darting unpredictably.


    As the distance between them closed to 1,000 meters, Orson grinned.


    "Right where I want you."


    A Mud Swamp spell materialized on the cliffside, snaring the boss mid-pounce.


    When Ma tried to w his way free, Orson unleashed Whisper of the Wind again, conjuring a violent gust that swept the boss from its perch.


    Ma iled, attempting to stabilize with its wings, but Orson was ready.


    "Fly again. I dare you."


    With a smirk, Orson cast Quaking Stone Spikes, sending a massive stone pir mming into the boss''s wing. Ma plummeted into the ruins below.


    -50,000!


    The ground shook as the boss crashed into the remains of a building.


    Orson chuckled darkly, satisfaction evident on his face. Despite relying primarily on utility spells, he was racking up damage rivaling high-grade offensive magic.


    Furious, Ma roared, his voice reverberating through the dungeon.


    "Shut up already!" Orson snapped, sending another me Dragon hurtling toward the boss. The fiery serpent mmed into Ma, knocking him back yet again.


    With his Thunderstorm Buff active, Orson chained his spells with relentless precision:


    - Explosive Fireball.


    - me Dragon.


    - Rainde Tide.


    Combo Count: 20!


    Combo Count: 70!


    Combo Count: 199!


    Just as Orson was about to break 200, Ma''s body red with an ominous green light.


    The boss broke free from thebo with a violent surge of power, its Overlord''s Resilience activating.


    "Of course. A crowd-control immunity skill. You really are my lifelong nemesis," Orson muttered, rolling his eyes.


    At this stage, most high-level bosses had ess to crowd-control immunity abilities. But Lord-ss bosses took it a step further with faster cooldowns and longer durations.


    Even the wealthiest yers feared such mechanics. The moment a boss activated its immunity, most attempts at soloing it ended in disaster.


    "King Ma is preparing to unleash B-tier Dark Magic: Deathly Acid. Evade immediately!"


    Orson''s eyes widened as the boss opened its massive jaws. Dozens of acid blobsunched into the air, each sizzling with deadly intent.


    "Crap. This area attack range is way bigger than I remember. Three times bigger!"


    Flicking his staff, Orson conjured a Sr Shield to absorb the iing damage.


    -1,000!


    The acid hissed as it sttered against the barrier. Despite blocking a significant portion of the attack, the shield barelysted a second.


    "Ten seconds of this? No way anyone survives!" Orson cursed, retreating to the edge of the arena.


    He pressed himself against the wall.


    Acid rained down, but the narrow space near the wall was miraculously untouched.


    Breathing a sigh of relief, Orson whispered, "Guess some of the old tricks still work."


    But there was no time to rest.


    Ma rose into the air, ring at Orson with seething hatred. Green energy coalesced in the boss''s throat as it prepared to unleash a devastating dragon''s breath.


    "I can''t cast shields fast enough to block that¡­"


    Orson''s hands trembled as he realized how close he was to death.


    With a resigned sigh, he summoned Explosive Fireball and hurled it into the boss''s gaping maw, hoping to disrupt its attack.


    The fireball collided with the glowing energy¡ªand bounced off harmlessly.


    The boss''s immunity was still active.


    Orson''s stomach sank. "Five seconds left on the immunity. I''m toast."

 Chapter 54 54: Celestial Descent

    As the destructive dragon breath swept toward him, Orson''s mind raced with survival strategies.


    His eyes darted to a broken bridge not far away. Escaping the boss''s devastating attack seemed impossible¡ªunless he jumped off the cliff.


    It was a desperate gamble. The height alone would cost the boss 50,000 HP if it fell. For Orson, with his fragile HP pool, it would be certain death.


    Without hesitation, Orson hurled himself into the abyss.


    Falling¡­


    His body plummeted through the air, and Orson began counting silently.


    "Five seconds¡­ Four seconds¡­"


    Behind him, the terrifying green dragon breath followed relentlessly. Everything in its path disintegrated, the ground and walls cleaving apart as if struck by a divine de. Massive boulders rained down in pursuit, hurtling toward Orson''s rapidly descending form.


    It was a scene of utter annihtion¡ªno escape, no survival.


    As the ground rushed up to meet him, Orson suddenly whispered:


    "Ethereal Body!"


    A silver radiance burst forth from his body, illuminating the cavern like a fragment of the Bright Gxy itself, casting light across half the underground dungeon.


    Damage Immunity Activated!


    Fall Immunity Activated!


    Impact Immunity Activated!


    The green dragon breath swept through Orson''s position, but eerily, it passed straight through his chest.


    The boulders smashing into him disintegrated upon contact, reduced to dust in the wake of the divine power shielding him. It was as though he were under the direct protection of the gods themselves.


    Orson stood unscathed in the radiant glow, clutching a broken figurine in his hand¡ªthe source of the celestial brilliance.


    [Elven Queen''s Effigy]


    Effect: Ethereal Body ¨C Immune to all damage for three seconds.


    Orson exhaled deeply.


    Even as a damaged relic, the effigy remained an invaluable divine artifact. He couldn''t imagine how overpowered it would be if it were fully intact.


    Above, King Ma hesitated. The bone dragon''s sunken sockets narrowed in what could only be described as incredulity. It hadn''t expected the puny adventurer to survive.


    Furious, it unleashed another wave of dragon breath.


    "Damn it, why is everything dragon-rted in this game such a pain to deal with!" Orson spat, his annoyance bubbling over.


    Bone dragons weren''t true dragons. Most were undead constructs, created by powerful dark magic from high-tier dragons.


    Yet even in their degraded state, Lord-ss bone dragons were forces of nature.


    Dragon breath was equivalent to A-tier magic, with no cooldown and immense destructive power. A boss like Ma could easily spew out a dozen waves without running dry.


    Orson''s eyes glinted with icy resolve. Twirling his Fox n Mage Staff, he roared:


    "The me Dragon, drop it!"


    As Ma reared back to unleash its dragon breath, a fiery serpent materialized above it.


    BOOM!


    The me Dragon crashed onto Ma''s neck with crushing force, ck smoke spewing from the impact.


    The uncast dragon breath erupted within Ma''s throat, triggering a catastrophic bacsh.


    -100,000!


    A mournful wail escaped the bone dragon as a gaping, two-meter-wide hole opened in its neck. A massive chunk of its HP vanished.


    While dragons were near-invincible apex predators, their strengths often hid critical weaknesses. Dragon breath, though devastating, was a double-edged sword.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    Any interruption during its casting could cause severe bacsh, inflicting massive damage and applying a Weakness Debuff for one minute.


    The debuff halved all of Ma''s stats except its HP.


    Orson smirked. Ma, clumsy and inexperienced, was clearly unskilled at using its undead body.


    Real dragons, the ones Orson had encountered in his past life, were cunning beyond measure. They would activate immunity before casting dragon breath, negating its vulnerabilities.


    -50,000!


    The boss mmed into the ground, throwing up a cloud of dust. The impact triggered additional fall damage.


    The momentum sent Ma''s massive frame bouncing slightly off the ground. Orson seized the moment.


    "Explosive Fireball!"


    The fireball exploded against the boss''s chest, lifting it half a meter into the air.


    Orson followed up with precise basic attacks, keeping Ma airborne.


    To anyone else, this would be a ludicrous disy of control.


    Infinite Dimensions'' knock-up mechanics were notoriously tricky to exploit. Watching Orson juggle a massive Lord-ss boss would drive any other mage to despair.


    Combo Count: 5!


    Combo Count: 10!


    As Ma''s immunity wore off, it became a helpless, battered wreck under Orson''s relentless assault.


    Back in his early days, when Orson had barely 0.5 attack speed, he could juggle the Dark Queen to death with basic attacks alone.


    Now, with a wide arsenal of magic at his disposal, the bone dragon was nothing more than an oversized punching bag.


    Orson''s chain of strikes sent Ma from a modest half-meter height to a hundred meters in the air.


    Combo Count: 200!


    Judging the boss''s remaining HP, Orson unleashed Quaking Stone Spikes.


    A massive rock spike shot from the ground, impaling Ma squarely in the chest. The poor creature was sent plummeting back to earth.


    "Die!"


    -50,000!


    The fall damage sealed Ma''s fate. The mighty Lord-ss bone dragon was killed by sheer gravitational force.


    "You have in King Ma. Experience gained: 80,000!"


    A system announcement boomed across the server.


    "Regional Announcement: yer Orgod has astonished the world by single-handedly defeating the legendary dungeon boss [Lord-ss: King Ma]!"


    "Rewards: Free Attribute Points +90, Skill Points +40, Reputation +20,000, Gold +100!"


    The world channel went silent for three seconds.


    IndomitableSolitude: "Soloed¡­ a legendary dungeon. My god!"


    Scarreddes: "How does anyone stop this guy? We struggle with regr bosses, and he solos a Lord-ss one!"


    Money Traveler: "Well, look who it is¡ªour guild master! Damn it, he''s showing off again. I bet he''s reading this and grinning like an idiot."


    Madman: "Bradley, stop yapping and recruit some members for the guild! I''m dering this now¡ªanyone with a grudge against Orgod, settle it with him. Don''t target me during the war!"


    Orson''s eyes twitched. These two clowns never missed a chance to roast him.


    Even the usually cocky big guilds like Dragon''s Kiss Guild fell silent.


    Challenging Orson''s feat now would only invite ridicule.


    Orson sighed and opened the guild chat.


    "Enough chatter. I''ve made a list of recruits¡ªcontact them and ask if they''re interested."


    Granting Bradley and Madman vice leader privileges, he sent them a carefully curated list of ten names.


    Bradley: "Wait, you''re inviting a Level 10 priest? You''re joking, right?"


    Orson: "No. These ten are non-negotiable. Handle the rest however you want."


    The listprised low-level, seemingly unremarkable yers. But Orson knew their potential¡ªthey would be the backbone of Godyer.

 Chapter 55 55: The Royal Tomb

    Orson decisively learned the new skill but refrained from upgrading it for now.


    While A-tier skills were undeniably powerful, their resource consumption was staggering¡ªfour times that of C-tier skills. Additionally, their upgrades came with stringent level requirements.


    But even at its base level, [Celestial Descent] had absurdly high damage, making it a trump card against all but the strongest yers.


    After vanquishing the final boss, Orson delved deeper into the underground dungeon. The elite minibosses scattered throughout were too good a resource to pass up.


    Testing his new skill wasn''t an option here due to the low ceiling and confined spaces, so Orson made do with his usual arsenal.


    He continued clearing enemies as he moved. For the lesser mobs, [The me Dragon] rained fiery death, quickly stacking his passive bonus.


    Perched atop rooftops and tforms, Orson picked off minibosses from a thousand meters away, systematically luring them out for quick defeats.


    Though these minibosses had high HP, their simple mechanics made them far easier than King Ma. From such a safe distance, they posed no threat to Orson.


    Two hourster, Orson stood at the entrance of the royal pce.


    "Warning: The pce is riddled with traps and hazards."


    Orson took a step forward, crouching low. A volley of arrows shot out from the pce''s interior, narrowly grazing his head.


    Pirs along the walls lit up with magical runes, and six stone serpents emerged, spewing deadly mes.


    The fiery beams swept across the corridor, leaving no safe zones¡ªany careless adventurer would instinctively retreat, triggering a trap that dropped them into a pit of des.


    Orson, however, remained motionless.


    The mes crept closer, but as they neared him, a small gap in their deadly sweep appeared. Calmly, Orson stepped through it, unscathed.


    "Die enough times, and you learn the way."


    Orson chuckled, recalling the countless times his team had been wiped out here. The healer reviving them on repeat had nearly broken down in frustration.


    Inside the ornately decorated throne room, the absence of Ma left an eerie void. The majestic throne sat at the center, undisturbed.


    Pausing to gather his thoughts, Orson approached the throne and carefully pushed it aside, revealing a hidden trapdoor beneath.


    A spiral staircase descended into the depths. Orson crouched and slipped through the opening.


    "You have discovered the Royal Tomb of the Ascension Kingdom!"


    The system prompt appeared as Orson emerged into a vast, foggy chamber.


    Magic torches red to life, gradually illuminating the grand tomb.


    The air was thick with an unsettling silence, and a strange, unceable dread hung over the atmosphere.


    For most yers, especially those ying solo, this ce would be a nightmare. Orson, however, felt a familiar thrill¡ªhe loved exploring ancient ruins, always chasing the dream of unearthing god-tier Soul Seals.


    For him, the tomb wasn''t frightening; it felt like home.


    "What''s this¡­?"


    As the fog cleared, Orson spotted an altar at the chamber''s center.


    On it stood a massive ck coffin, nked by three smaller silver coffins as if paying homage to the one in the center.


    "Just coffins? Where''s the treasure?" Orson muttered, frowning.


    Still, his gaze sharpened as he approached the ck coffin. Using his Fox n Mage Staff as a makeshift crowbar, he pried it open.


    The heavy stone lid fell with a loud crash, sending dust into the air. Orson peered inside.


    No remainsy within. Instead, he found a set of dark purple-gold armor adorned with serpent motifs and an exquisitely crafted longsword.


    "Jackpot!"


    Excitement lit up Orson''s face. The armor and sword radiated power; they were at least high-tier purple items!


    But the moment Orson touched the sword, rust spread across its de like wildfire. In seconds, it crumbled to dust.


    "What the¡ª?!"


    Stunned, Orson watched as the once-glorious armor followed suit, disintegrating into nothingness.


    Frustrated but undeterred, Orson moved on to the silver coffins. Inside eachy human remains, but no treasures.


    "So the ck coffin belonged to Ma. After his transformation, he became the bone dragon¡­"


    Orson spected, piecing together the tomb''s story.


    Behind the ck coffin, Orson spotted a small treasure chest. Carefully, he opened it.


    "Obtained: [Heart of the Warlord] x3!"


    Description: The hearts of Ascension Kingdom''s greatest warriors.


    "Obtained: [Skyfeather Crystals] x5!"


    Description: Rare forging materials of immeasurable value.


    Relieved, Orson exhaled.


    He had feared the rare materials needed for his legendary weapon had been lost. To his delight, they were all here in the hidden tomb.


    It was a testament to how challenging crafting with the [Elven Gemstone] truly was.


    As Orson reached to im the treasures, the air shimmered. A cacophony of battle cries and screams echoed around him.


    Orson blinked, finding himself on a chaotic battlefield.


    Above him, an enormous shadow darkened the sky. A massive magical warship flew overhead, unleashing a devastating barrage of spells.


    BOOM! BOOM!


    The earth trembled under the onught. Explosions and deafening roars filled the air as the warship''s cannonfire tore through enemy lines.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    Orson''s ears rang. Observing closely, he realized he was witnessing a memory¡ªa vivid recreation of a past battle.


    The soldiers bore the ck serpent emblem of the Ascension Kingdom, charging valiantly toward a distant foe.


    As Orson followed their line of attack, his breath caught.


    Their enemy was a colossal ck dragon, its wings so vast they blotted out the sky.


    [Dark Dragon King: Rebellion]


    Level: ???


    Orson''s blood ran cold.


    This was no ordinary foe¡ªit was a King-ss entity, a creature of myth and legend.


    In his past life, even the strongest dragon tamers only managed to control Domain-ss dragons. Compared to this behemoth, they were mere hatchlings.


    "The kingdom wasn''t consumed by self-immtion¡­ It was destroyed by the Dark Dragon King!"


    As Orson watched, four powerful figures aboard the warship charged at the dragon. Each wielded legendary weapons, their strikes cleaving the sky itself.


    Yet, even they were no match for the King-ss beast. One by one, they fell.


    Only a single survivor, a man wearing a crown, managed to flee.


    The Ascension Kingdom''s army was annihted.


    Its cities were ravaged by gue and curses spread by the dragon, leaving millions dead in a tragedy of apocalyptic scale.


    The scene shifted.


    Orson found himself in the royal pce once more, witnessing a broken King Ma return.


    His body twisted grotesquely as bone spikes erupted from his arms, his skin cracking under the curse of undeath.


    A priest offered him a glimmering red fruit. Ma consumed it, slowing his transformation, but the curse remained unstoppable.


    "A divine artifact?"


    Curious, Orson examined the fruit.


    [Fruit of the Tree of Rebirth]


    Quality: Divine Artifact


    Effect: Increases maximum HP by 1,000. Usable 0/3 times.


    Orson''s eyes gleamed.


    If Ma had used such an artifact, perhaps more could be found in the tomb.


    The vision ended as Ma sumbed to the curse. His servantsid him to rest within the royal tomb, clutching a mysterious ck rune stone.


    Shaken, Orson snapped back to reality.


    "This scene¡­ the amount of information is insane."


    Recalling the ck rune stone from the vision, Orson searched behind the coffin.


    "You have found a key to an unknown door."


    Effect: Unknown.

 Chapter 56 56: Somethings Off About This Dungeon

    "Could this be... the key to a dragon''s hoard?"


    Orson froze, staring at the uniquely shaped key in his hand. Its ck obsidian surface gleamed, and intricate, arcane patterns adorned its inverted triangr design. Experience more on empire


    In his previous life, he''d seen something simr auctioned off on the ck market. The item had fetched a staggering ten thousand gold coins before being snapped up by a wealthy yer. Rumors imed it had led the buyer to a dragon''s hoard, yielding an astronomical profit.


    Dragons in Infinite Dimensions were apex predators, synonymous with wealth and greedmon tropes in many games. Even the treasure of a low-tier dragon could bring unimaginable riches.


    "Could this key unlock the hoard of the Dark Dragon King Rebellion?"


    Suppressing his excitement, Orson stashed the key in his inventory.


    Even if the hoard remained elusive, the key itself was priceless.


    He turned back to survey the tomb but furrowed his brow. "Why does this chamber seemrger than before?"


    Far ahead, faint candlelight flickered, casting dancing shadows along the western corridor.


    After thoroughly searching the current area to ensure nothing was overlooked, Orson set off toward the distant glow.


    The corridor stretched endlessly, each step echoing in eerie silence. Faint music wafted through the air¡ªa haunting melody, elusive and distant, yet strangely entrancing.


    "If the gods included this detail, it must serve a purpose," Orson mused, firing a test [Explosive Fireball] into the darkness ahead.


    The fireball illuminated the corridor as it hurtled forward. Momentster, the sound of gears grinding filled the air.


    ng! ng! ng!


    A barrage of traps unleashed from the walls¡ªspears, des, and falling stones crashed down in deadly waves.


    Beads of sweat formed on Orson''s forehead. "Good thing I didn''t just charge in¡­"


    But something felt off. Hidden treasures had already been secured¡ªwhy were there still traps?


    "This doesn''t add up," he muttered.


    Deeper into the corridor, the candlelight faded, leaving Orson at the mouth of a three-way fork.


    The melody grew louder, its mournful strains echoing in the silence.


    The haunting tune carried a sorrowful, almost divine quality, unsettling in the deste corridor.


    But Orson felt no fear. "Three paths, but only one will be safe. The other two will definitely lead to death."


    Without hesitation, he fired off test attacks down each path.


    Two of the fireballs collided with walls after a few seconds, triggering deafening explosions as more traps activated. The entire tomb quaked with their release.


    "No sound from the left¡­"


    Smirking, Orson reinforced himself with nine protective shields before stepping confidently into the left corridor.


    Minutester, he found himself facing a glowing white barrier blocking the path.


    Orson fired a [Explosive Fireball] at the barrier. The projectile passed through without detonating, vanishing silently on the other side.


    After a moment''s consideration, Orson shrugged. "The worst-case scenario? I die and get sent back to town. Big deal."


    Steeling himself, he stepped through the barrier.


    The oppressive darkness lifted, reced by dazzling light.


    Orson blinked in disbelief. Before him stretched a stunningly lush valley, teeming with vibrant flowers and greenery. The air was alive with the sounds of chirping birds, and the entire area exuded an almost sacred tranquility.


    Turning back, Orson saw that the glowing barrier remained intact, still marking the exit. Yet this ce felt entirely disconnected from the tomb.


    "A pocket dimension?"


    His mind raced. Only spatial magic could create such an environment, and such feats required incredible power.


    In Infinite Dimensions, spatial and temporal magic were exceedingly rare. The teleportation arrays scattered across the empire were remnants of ancient times, with few NPCs or yers capable of replicating them.


    Temporal magic, meanwhile, was little more than a myth. Orson had never encountered anyone wielding it in his previous life.


    "For the Ascension Kingdom to have created a haven like this... their strength must have been immense."


    "You have entered the Ascension Kingdom''s Celestial Refuge."


    The system prompt appeared, leaving Orson stunned.


    "A hidden dungeon¡­ within a hidden dungeon?"


    Orson couldn''t help but feel impressed. "The gods really went all out this time."


    Though small, the dimension exuded a serene, otherworldly beauty. "Who''s ying that melody? Some kind of background music?"


    Curiosity piqued, Orson scaled a nearby hill for a better view.


    In the distance, a massive gray tree loomed over a field of flowers. Its gnarled branches bore withered, golden leaves, and a few crimson fruits hung from its boughs.


    "The Tree of Rebirth?"


    Orson''s heart raced. The red fruits resembled the ones Ma had consumed in the vision¡ªlegendary items capable of extending life.


    "Divine artifacts! Each one boosts HP by 1,000!"


    Eyes gleaming, Orson sprinted toward the tree.


    -200!


    Suddenly, a damage number shed above his head as he collided with an invisible barrier surrounding the tree. Rubbing his head, he examined the barrier.


    The six-sided fence around the tree shimmered faintly with magic, clearly a powerful ward.


    Nearby, Orson spotted an ancient harp resting on the grass, long since decayed.


    In that moment, a vision overtook him.


    A stunning woman appeared, seated on the grass beside the harp. She plucked its strings with delicate hands, her song filled with longing.


    Her beauty was otherworldly, her pointed ears and regal aura marking her as a high elf.


    "Wait¡­ that''s the Queen?"


    The system identified her as:


    [Earth Elf Queen: Lunar Grace]


    [Title: Ascension Kingdom Queen Consort]


    Orson''s jaw dropped.


    "Ma''s wife was¡­ her?"


    The elegance and ethereal charm of the elven queen left Orson momentarily dazed.


    "No way. How did that decrepit kingnd her?!"


    Shaking his head to clear his thoughts, he muttered, "Thanks a lot, Bradley. Your dumb jokes about fat nerds are getting to me."


    The vision faded, returning Orson to reality.


    "This dungeon just keeps getting weirder."


    Refocusing on the Tree of Rebirth, Orson formted a n.


    Stepping back several hundred meters, he fired a series of [Explosive Fireballs] at the magical barrier.


    -1.


    The damage numbers were pitiful, a testament to the barrier''s insane durability.


    [Advanced Chaotic Barrier]


    HP: 3 Billion


    Defense: 10,000


    "Three billion HP? Seriously?"


    Despite its ridiculous stats, Orson noticed something promising: the tree trembled with each strike. Its fruits swayed precariously, as if on the verge of falling.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "This could work!"


    Excited, Orson unleashed an even faster volley of attacks.


    Suddenly, the barrier emitted a low hum.


    Orson paused, realizing something was off. The barrier''s resonance changed, and his attacks began to reflect back toward him.


    He narrowly dodged, sweat dripping down his face.


    "Something''s wrong. There''s a hidden mechanic here!"


    A chilling thought crossed his mind. "Could the barrier actually be breakable?"

 Chapter 57 57: Chop Down the Sacred Tree!

    "Do-Re-Mi-Fa-So-La¡­ Damn! I think I''ve got it!"


    Orson felt a jolt of realization course through him. His mind shed back to the piano lessons he''d taken as a child at the orphanage.


    The six vertices of the hexagram¡ªcould they represent six musical notes?


    Combined with the ethereal melody echoing in his ears, it seemed the dungeon was guiding adventurers to harmonize across time with the Earth Elf Queen. Only by achieving this harmony could the unbreakable barrier be shattered.


    But one thing still puzzled him.


    Why had his earlier attacks been reflected?


    "Was it because I yed the wrong note?"


    Testing his theory, Orson unleashed a [Explosive Fireball] in the same direction as before.


    The moment the fireball hit the barrier, the fire vertex of the hexagram lit up brightly, while the other five dimmed.


    "Holy crap!"


    Orson''s eyes widened. "I''m a genius!"


    This proved his suspicion: each vertex not only represented a different musical note but also required a specific elemental attack to activate.


    Excitedly, Orson switched his basic attack mode to wind magic: [Wind de].


    It had been ages since he''d used anything other than [zing Burn], thanks to its synergy with his passive skills.


    The wind de ricocheted off the barrier harmlessly.


    "Still wrong¡­"


    Undeterred, he adjusted his angle and struck a different vertex. This time, a soft hum resonated, and the barrier disyed a faint damage value.


    -10.


    "It''s working!"


    Switching to earth magic: [Stone Spire], he struck the next vertex.


    The barrier shuddered, and the damage value increased: -50.


    By the time he hit the water vertex with [Water Bullet], the damage spiked: -250!


    Excited, Orson noticed three more fruits falling from the tree.


    These [Fruits of Rebirth] were worth a fortune on the auction market, each capable of permanently boosting HP.


    But Orson wasn''t content with just a few fruits.


    "No, I want the whole damn tree!"


    Orson''s ambition soared. His goal wasn''t just the fruits¡ªit was to uproot the entire [Tree of Rebirth] and haul it home.


    But as he prepared for the next round of attacks, he realized something was wrong.


    "Wait¡­ there''s a problem."


    He froze. Four elements activated sessfully, but the hexagram had six vertices.


    He was still missing Light and Darkness.


    Without attacks for these two elements, there was no way to break the barrierpletely.


    After a few moments, the timer ran out. The barrier rapidly restored to full health, resetting the entire sequence. The melody looped again.


    "Damn it!"


    Orson scratched his head.


    He could recruit other yers to help, but finding a Light or Darkness user would be challenging. Dark elemental jobs like Cursed Sorcerers were rare, often ostracized by the Empire due to their association with monsters.


    Even if he managed to assemble a team, how could he trust them to keep this sacred tree a secret?


    Suddenly, an idea struck him.


    "Bradley!"


    That idiot wasn''t just any yer¡ªhe was a Light-Dark Swordmage, a perfect fit for this puzzle.


    "Drop everything and join my party¡ªNOW!"


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    Orson shot Bradley a private message.


    Bradley, busy fielding public attention as the guild''s vice president, groaned. "Do you know how swamped I am? People are lining up to kiss my boots! I''m¡ªwait, what? A hidden treasure?!"


    "Yes, you idiot. Now get over here!"


    Bradley shouted to the guild channel, "Madman, I''m out. Hold down the fort while I help Orson with something big."


    Madman growled, "Fine, you smug jerk. Just go already!"


    As Bradley rushed off, a wave of female guild members bombarded him with protests:


    "Wait, don''t go! Add me on mobile!"


    "Bradley! You promised to help me grind!"


    Watching this unfold, Orson felt a chill. "Since when did we have so many girls in the guild? What''s going on here?"


    Madman chimed in bitterly, "Ladies, listen up¡ªBradley is a 280-pound neckbeard IRL. Save yourselves!"


    After finally dragging Bradley into the dungeon, Orson spent half an hour exining the mechanics. He even drew markers near the barrier to indicate the Light and Dark vertices, simplifying Bradley''s task as much as possible.


    But the n hit a snag.


    Before even reaching the [Tree of Rebirth], Bradley fell victim to the pce traps¡ªfive times in a row.


    "Damn it, Orson! These fire-spewing rocks are cheating!"


    Each time Bradley respawned, Orson had to painstakingly guide him through the traps, all while suppressing his frustration.


    Two hourster, Bradley finally stumbled into the Celestial Refuge.


    "Holy crap!"


    Seeing the [Tree of Rebirth], Bradley''s jaw dropped. "You weren''t kidding¡ªthis thing is amazing!"


    Orson tossed him two [Fruits of Rebirth].


    Without hesitation, Bradley wolfed them down.


    "Whoa! My HP just shot up by 2,000!"


    Already boasting over 7,000 HP as an S-tier job holder, Bradley''s health soared to nearly 10,000, putting most tanks to shame.


    Orson handed him a third fruit.


    Bradley tried eating it but stopped midway. "Nope. Says I''ve hit my limit."


    "Same here," Orson muttered. He''d only managed two fruits himself.


    They spected the limit was tied to character level¡ªpossibly one fruit per 10 levels.


    With everything in ce, Orson barked orders.


    "Alright, follow my lead. Switch between Light and Dark as I call it. You''ve practiced this before."


    Bradley grinned. "Been dunked on hundreds of times¡ªlet''s get chopping!"


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    They failed repeatedly, either missing notes or ovepping attacks. The barrier reset several times, forcing them to start over.


    Finally, after multiple attempts:


    "Fire!"


    "Wind!"


    "Water!"


    Orson shoutedmands in rapid session.


    "Dark¡ªnow!"


    Bradley swung his Dark Sword, and the hexagram resonated, glowing with brilliant notes.


    "Light! sh!"


    Bradley''s Light Sword cut deep into the barrier.


    -6000!


    The barrier trembled violently, and a cascade of dried fruits rained from the tree.


    "It''s working!"


    Orson''s excitement grew as the n unfolded perfectly.


    The pairunched a relentless assault, matching their attacks to the melody.


    The [Tree of Rebirth] shook under the strain, shedding even more fruits.


    Bradley roared, channeling his sword''s full power. "Eat this, tree freak!"


    A massive burst of energy mmed into the barrier, shaving off a staggering 30 million HP in one strike.

 Chapter 58 58: The Tree of Rebirth

    Crash!


    With Bradley''s final strike, the sound of shattering ss echoed through the air. A dazzling light erupted from the previously indestructible barrier.


    "Did we seed?" Bradley muttered in surprise.


    "Looks like it," Orson replied, though his voicecked excitement.


    A fleeting vision of the Earth Elf Queen appeared, her tearful eyes carrying a serene smile. Her image dissipated like a gentle breeze.


    Momentster, the [Tree of Rebirth] began to wither rapidly. Its vibrant branches and leaves fell away, and the once-majestic tree started crumbling, rotting into fragments of decayed wood.


    "What the hell?!" Orson practically screamed, hisposure breaking. "That''s my golden goose!"


    The scene defied logic¡ªwhy would the tree crumble after they''d gone through the painstaking process of breaking the barrier?


    Bradley and Orson exchanged stunned nces. All their hard work seemed wasted.


    "Seriously, gods? You let us have the fruits but won''t give us the tree? What''s with the double standards!"


    A system notification popped up.


    "Congrattions! You have perfectly cleared [The Secret of Ascension]. Would you like to broadcast your achievement to the regional server?"


    "Use anonymous mode?"


    The message didn''t lift Orson''s mood.


    Clearing the dungeon perfectly was meaningless if the tree itself was gone.


    Orson had grand ns for the [Tree of Rebirth]. He''d envisioned transnting it to the guild''s future base, where its fruits would boost the HP of all guild members by at least 3,000.


    In the early stages of the game, where most yers struggled with low health, such a boost could shift the tide of battle and secure dominance.


    "This is bullshit!" Orson couldn''t help cursing.


    They''d managed to gather 20 fruits from the tree¡ªan incredible haul, no doubt¡ªbut it paledpared to the potential of cultivating the tree itself.


    The server broadcast followed shortly after.


    "Regional Announcement: yers Orgod and Money Traveler have demonstrated unparalleled wisdom, perfectly clearing the legendary dungeon [The Secret of Ascension]!"


    "Rewards: +10 Talent Points, +30,000 Fame, +200 Gold."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    The announcement shook the server.


    Earning 10 Talent Points was no small feat. Unlike attributes, talent points directly enhanced skills and could significantly amplify a yer''sbat potential.


    "Well, at least the constion prize isn''t bad¡­" Bradley, basking in the spotlight, tried to cheer Orson up.


    "Wait! Look¡ªthere''s something glowing in the wood!"


    Bradley''s words snapped Orson out of his disappointment. His sharp eyes spotted a faint green glimmer among the decayed wood.


    "There''s treasure!"


    The two rushed forward. Without the barrier, the debris was easy to clear.


    In the center of the rubbley a small, vibrant sapling¡ªbarely the size of a pinky finger. Its jade-like texture shimmered, surrounded by an ethereal mist and faint magical runes.


    Orson carefully picked it up, his hands trembling with excitement.


    [Tree of Rebirth Sapling]


    Quality: Divine


    Description: A branch of the first tree in existence, reborn every millennium.


    Properties: Produces six types of divine fruits:


    - Fire: Life Fruit


    - Water: Mana Fruit


    - Wind: Agility Fruit


    - Earth: Resistance Fruit


    - Darkness: Critical Fruit


    - Light: Luck Fruit


    Cultivation Requirements:


    - Rootless Water


    - Heavenly Divine Soil


    Note: Without proper cultivation, the sapling will only bear Life Fruits.


    "Oh my god¡­ it''s a divine item!" Bradley yelled, his excitement turning into an unrestrained cheer.


    The potential of the [Tree of Rebirth] was staggering. The other fruits,bined with the Life Fruits, could grant a yer an unparalleled advantage in every stat.


    Orson took a deep breath, struggling to contain his excitement. The sapling wasn''t just a stroke of luck¡ªit was the start of a potential game-changer.


    Even more importantly, he knew exactly where to find the required cultivation items.


    "Rootless Water is in the Northern Desert Forbidden Zone. Heavenly Divine Soil is in the Imperial Capital, at the Holy Light Cathedral."


    Orson clenched his fists.


    Both locations were incredibly dangerous and far beyond his current capabilities. The Rootless Water was located in a fiery hellscape where anything unprepared would be incinerated instantly.


    The Heavenly Divine Soil, on the other hand, was guarded by the Holy Light Dragon¡ªa creature of immense power that protected the Empire''s most sacred treasures.


    Dragons in Infinite Dimensions¡ªbe they low-ranking or apex predators¡ªwere notorious for their overwhelming strength.


    Still, Orson had no intention of giving up.


    "One day, I''ll im those items." He carefully stashed the sapling in his inventory.


    With the dungeonplete, Orson and Bradley returned to the frozen ins outside.


    During their absence, the area had grown crowded. Dozens of yers had ventured into the snowy wilderness. Most had reached Level 20 and unlocked advanced sses.


    A few had yet to finalize their ss awakenings, holding out for hidden or superior options.


    As the two prepared to teleport back, amotion caught their attention.


    "What the hell, healer?! Are you trying to kill me?!"


    "Knight, calm down! My skill is a little... unique."


    "Unique my ass! Every time you heal me, my health plummets! Are you cursed?!"


    Orson and Bradley froze, watching the chaotic scene.


    A small party was locked in battle with three elite snow wolves. Their healer¡ªa petite, panicked priest¡ªwas at the center of the turmoil.


    Bradley rubbed his eyes in disbelief. "Is that priest¡­ dealing damage to their tank with healing spells?"


    Orson nodded, equally bewildered. "Yep. Their knight''s health is dropping every time she heals. I''ve never seen anything like it."


    The party was struggling despite having three awakened yers. The healer''s antics had turned a manageable fight into an uphill battle.


    Their knight chugged health potions desperately, cursing loudly:


    "You''re killing me here! Are you a healer or a serial killer?!"


    "Wait, wait!" the priest stammered. "My skill requires your HP to drop below 90% before it works properly! Just trust me!"


    The party''s archer growled, "Trust you? After this disaster?!"


    The wolves were in, but the party quickly turned on their healer.


    "I''ve never met such a god-awful priest in my life. Someone shoot her!"


    Panicking, the priest bolted. "Please, let me exin! I promise it gets better once my skill activates!"


    "Activate this!"


    The archer loosed a [Triple Shot], aiming straight for the priest''s back.

 Chapter 59 59: I Approve of This Teammate-Killer

    The attack from Double Cheese Fortress struck the small priest directly. But instead of taking damage, something baffling urred.


    +233


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    +233


    The priest''s health didn''t drop¡ªinstead, it surged significantly!


    Double Cheese Fortress: "What the¡­ hacks?! Definitely hacks!"


    All five teammates stood frozen in shock. Meanwhile, Bradley pointed at the priest with his mouth agape.


    "Confirmed! This is absolute proof. I knew someone had to be hacking in this game!"


    Unconvinced, the team''s mage hurled a series of Wind des at the priest, but the result was the same¡ªhis health only increased.


    Zap! Boom! Pow!


    Spell after spellnded on the priest, but every single one healed him instead.


    Female Dorm God: "Stop hitting me! Please! I''m begging you¡ªI''ll die at this rate!"


    He stumbled as he fled, making his way toward Orson and Bradley.


    Bradley turned to Orson for instructions.


    After a moment''s thought, Orson said, "This priest has potential. Can you handle those five alone?"


    Bradleyughed heartily, brandishing his swords. "Ten or twenty wouldn''t even be enough for me to warm up!"


    He stepped forward, nting himself firmly between the priest and the angry party.


    Silver hair glinting in the icy light, Bradley''s face twisted into a devilish grin. With a flick of his hands, a gleaming Light Sword and a pulsating Dark Sword appeared in each hand.


    Orson chuckled, casuallymenting, "Looks like your tools got a bit¡­ longer."


    Bradley stumbled, nearly tripping over his own feet. He turned back with an awkwardugh. "Six feet tall, 18 centimeters¡ªI swear, I''m not exaggerating!"


    "You can''t go five minutes without lying, can you?" Orson snapped.


    Meanwhile, Double Cheese Fortress was fuming. "What''s the deal here? You can''t seriously be defending this guy! He''s been sabotaging our grind!"


    "Nothing personal," Bradley repliedzily, raising his dark sword, "but how about you try bullying me instead?"


    Double Cheese Fortress sneered. "So you''re a B-tier Magic Swordsman? Big deal. I''m a B-tier Light Ranger!"


    The Light Ranger didn''t wait for Bradley to respond. Swiftly pulling his bowstring, he unleashed a volley of Light Arrows, the glowing projectiles tearing through the snowy air.


    Bradley didn''t flinch. With a casual flick of his Dark Sword, he deflected the arrows mid-flight, reducing them to harmless particles.


    Blocked!


    The ranger blinked in surprise. "No way¡­ That attack does 700 damage, minimum. How did he react so fast?"


    A Storm Mage at the rear quickly followed up, conjuring a of cutting winds.


    Bradley smirked. Raising both swords, hebined them into a massive Light-and-Dark Greatsword.


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    With a single horizontal strike, he tore through the storm, sending a de of energy streaking toward the mage.


    Double Critical! -3200!


    A terrifying damage number appeared above the mage''s head as he crumpled into a pile of ash.


    The rest of the party stared in stunned silence.


    "Double crits?! What skill is that? I''ve never heard of Magic Swordsmen having something like this!"


    Bradley raised his massive greatsword and sneered. "Anyone else want to give it a shot? Come on, I''ll teach you how to respect your betters."


    Even Orson couldn''t help but mutter, "S-tier sses are so overpowered it''s disgusting."


    Bradley''s Double Crit ability, normally a high-level skill exclusive to dual-sword warriors, required absurd amounts of mana and a bit of luck to activate. Most warriors wouldn''t unlock it until at least level 30.


    But thanks to his S-tier ss, Bradley''s mana pool was so massive that he could spam the skill freely.


    The only drawback was the greatsword''s weight. Its cumbersome size significantly slowed both his movement and attack speed¡ªan Achilles'' heel in duels against skilled opponents.


    Of course, Bradley''s posturing made his weakness less obvious, and his opponents, already intimidated, had no chance to exploit it.


    "Recognize my tag? If you want to live, get lost."


    Bradley proudly disyed his Money Traveler guild badge.


    The Light Ranger froze in his tracks. "S-tier? And a vice president of Godyer? Let''s go, guys! We''re out of here!"


    The entire party scattered like frightened rabbits, vanishing into the icy tundra.


    "These noobs aren''t even a warm-up." Bradley sheathed his swords, puffing out his chest.


    "Big Bro, you''re amazing! Please, let me join your friend list¡ªI need a mentor!" The priest, Female Dorm God, was quick to butter him up.


    Bradley beamed. "What can I say? Stick with me, kid, and no one will dare touch you!"


    The priest eagerly nodded, showering Bradley withpliments until thetter was practically glowing.


    Orson finally interrupted their mutual ttery. "Do you have a Soul Seal?"


    Female Dorm God froze. Then, without warning, he bolted.


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    Orson''s soft murmur summoned a wall of stone, blocking the priest''s escape.


    The small man tried mbering over butcked the agility to scale it. Frantic, he turned to find another route, only for Bradley to appear in his path.


    "Running away, huh? That''s not very polite." Bradley sneered, pinning him with his Light Sword.


    "Please! Mercy! If I die, leveling up will take forever!" The priest crumbled, hands raised in surrender.


    Orson''s tone was calm. "Rx. Just let me see the Soul Seal''s attributes. It''s bound to you, so there''s no way we can take it."


    The priest hesitated but eventually nodded. "Alright, fine. But don''tugh!"


    He shared his Soul Seal''s information:


    [Left Hand of the Cursed King]


    - Grade: Heroic Soul


    - Passive Skill 1: Cursed Healing: Heals have a 50% chance to reduce the target''s HP to 90%. When this triggers, all teammates gain +90% to all attributes.


    - Passive Skill 2: Cursed Retaliation: If insulted by a teammate, steal 90% of their mana. If attacked by a teammate, steal 90% of their HP.


    Divine Commentary: Treasure your teammates. Avoid curses. Good luck!


    "This¡­ This is the most cursed Soul Seal I''ve ever seen." Bradley stared in disbelief.


    Orson pped slowly. "Congrattions. I thought my Super God-tier Soul Seal was strange, but yours takes the cake."


    Orson''s eyes gleamed as he smiled at the priest. "Join our guild. Godyer could use a priest like you."


    "Are¡­ are you serious?" the priest stammered, clearly shocked. "Didn''t you see what I just did? I''m practically a walking disaster!"


    "You''re exactly what we need," Orson replied confidently.


    The priest''s Soul Seal, despite its bizarre effects, was still Heroic-grade¡ªjust one step below Divine-grade. If used strategically, its +90% attribute buff could turn any fight in their favor.


    And as for the second ability?


    Orson chuckled inwardly. "If my teammates don''t die from my curses¡­ they''ll make me even stronger."

 Chapter 60 60: Who Dares Take My Head?

    Female Dorm God came across his peculiar Soul Seal in the most unusual way.


    One day in the starter vige, he encountered an old fisherman. The elder, who also served as the vige''s pastor, loved fishing during his downtime. However, his luck was terrible. Nine out of ten times, he''d return empty-handed. When he did catch something, it was often bizarre¡ªcorpses or random magical beasts.


    The old manmented that he was cursed and poured his frustrations onto Female Dorm God, who naturally dismissed it as mere bad luck. As an experienced angler himself, he offered to show off his own fishing skills and help the old man out.


    Surprisingly, he also caught nothing. Just as he was ready to give up, he finally got a bite¡ªbut instead of a fish, he reeled in a jade arm. Terrified, he almost wet himself. Before he couldprehend what had happened, the arm fused into his body, granting him the Soul Seal of the Left Hand of the Cursed King (Epic Rank).


    When he turned back to ask the old pastor what was going on, the man had vanished without a trace.


    Bradley looked dubious. "Do you think I''m a kid? Epic Soul Seals just lying around for anyone to find? That''s the most ridiculous fairytale I''ve heard all day."


    "Swear to the gods! I''m telling the truth!" Female Dorm God protested, exasperated. "This stupid thing got me kicked out of dozens of teams. Reaching level 20 was pure torture."


    Orson couldn''t help but chuckle. Without understanding its properties, teammates would understandably misinterpret his Soul Seal as sabotage. After all, he nearly wiped his team earlier by "healing" the tank to near-death.


    "It''s usible," Orson said thoughtfully. "Soul Seals can manifest in countless ways, including through lucky encounters."


    He was a perfect example. Who would''ve thought a simple quiz could earn him a Super God-grade Soul Seal? Infinite Dimensions was filled with surprises.


    "I''ll send you a guild invite," Orson added.


    "Thank you, great one! I promise to follow you loyally¡ªuh, I mean, serve diligently!" Female Dorm God fumbled, hastily correcting himself.


    The trio made their way back toward Pondenorlin City.


    With just a few hours until the guild base wars began, the world chat was aze with recruitment ads. Large guilds had already secured their rosters, carefully selecting elite yers over level 20 who hadpleted their ss awakenings.


    Orson reviewed Godyer''s roster. To his dismay, only 50 members were present¡ªand most were casual female yers.


    It was clear that Madman and Bradley had a hand in this.


    Still, Orson wasn''t concerned. Infinite Dimensions had just begun, and a wave of professional yers would soon flood in. Many were still at low levels, and some were only just starting. Orson had his sights on future legends¡ªmaster tacticians and gamey prodigies capable of turning the tide of any battle.


    As they crossed into the Frozen Wastes, Female Dorm God suddenly shouted, "Why are there so many red names?!"


    The group halted. All around, red-named yers were gathering¡ªdozens, then hundreds, forming a small army.


    "Withdraw immediately!" shouted AskSword, the leader of a nearby guild. "Everyone from AskSword, leave the hunting grounds now. Hurry! The Saint yer Syndicate is here!"


    Hearing themand, fifty or sixty yers scattered, abandoning their farming spots.


    Casual yers cursed under their breath. "Those bastards again! All they do is kill and loot. What''s their problem?!"


    Despite their grumbling, everyone wisely retreated. No one wanted to mess with the infamous red-named mercenary group.


    Bradley sneered, unimpressed. "What''s the big deal? A few dozen red names, and they''re running scared?"


    As the red-named yers closed in, Orson''s eyes narrowed. Their movements made it clear: this wasn''t a random attack.


    Saint yer Syndicate was a mercenary group that thrived on chaos, offering "headhunting services" for bounties. Once they locked onto a target, even guild leaders and pro yers found it difficult to escape their relentless pursuit.


    "Are you Orson?" their leader, a 23rd-level rogue named Shura''s Will, stepped forward. His shadowy cloak and ruthless gaze exuded menace.


    "I am. Who hired you?" Orson asked, his tone calm.


    "That''s confidential," Shura''s Will replied, smirking. "But the bounty is quite generous¡ª5,000 gold for your head."


    Saint yer Water God, a water mage,ughed mockingly. "Hear that, ''Three-Time Champion''? Save us the trouble and delete your character now. Spare yourself the humiliation of being camped at the respawn point."


    Bradley sneered, stabbing his dual swords into the ground. "Come and get me if you dare!"


    "Enough talk," Orson said, hisposure unshaken. "Let''s get this over with¡ªI''ve got things to do."


    The confidence in his voice unsettled the syndicate.


    Female Dorm God, on the other hand, looked ready to bolt. "Uh¡­ should we run?" he muttered, taking a few steps back.


    "You''re surrounded," Bradley pointed out, gesturing to the yers cutting off their retreat. "Running''s not an option."


    Water God grinned maliciously. "Enough chatter. Kill him."


    The mage raised his staff, summoning a towering Tidal Surge aimed at the trio.


    Orson calmly stepped forward, conjuring a radiant Sun Shield. The wall of light effortlessly absorbed the attack, leaving him unscathed.


    "What the¡ªno damage?!" Water God''s confidence faltered.


    "Take care of the ones behind us," Orson said to Bradley. "I''ll handle the front."


    "What about me?" Female Dorm God piped up nervously. "Should I, uh, heal?"


    Orson waved him off. "No thanks. Just¡­ stay put."


    Bradley grinned, his swords glinting ominously. "My big sword''s been itching for a fight!" Heunched himself at the advancing melee yers.


    Arrows rained down, but Bradley''s expert swordy deflected most of them. A few struck true, but his nearly 10,000 HP made the damage negligible.


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    "Reversal sh!"N?v(el)B\\jnn


    His Light Sword unleashed three consecutive strikes, each stronger than thest.


    -880!


    -1,100!


    -1,300!


    The final blow sent a heavily armored tank staggering back, his 6,000 HP nearly gone. "What the hell is this damage?!"


    Meanwhile, Orson turned his attention to the yers attempting to nk them. He muttered a spell, summoning jagged Stone Spikes to block their path.


    "Five thousand gold for my head?" Orson smirked coldly. "Let''s see who''ll take it."


    A fiery dragon erupted from his staff, engulfing the stunned attackers.


    -1,160!


    -4,330!


    The battlefield turned to chaos as Orson and Bradley demonstrated why they were considered legends in their own right.


    Female Dorm God, watching from the sidelines, muttered to himself, "I''m just a secret weapon¡­ right? A secret weapon alwayses in at the end¡­"


    He clutched his staff tightly, silently praying he wouldn''t have to step in.

 Chapter 61 61: The Dragon Among Sheep

    The knight fought valiantly, activating a Taunt skill to boost his resistance and absorb iing damage.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    "Is that all you''ve got?" Bradley sneered, easily predicting his opponent''s every move, right down to the color of his underwear.


    With a horizontal sh from his Dark Sword, ck mist erupted on contact, inflicting a Curse of Weakness on the knight. His defense and critical resistance dropped dramatically.


    Bradley roared like a beast, the Dark Sword cursing his enemy while the Light Sword empowered himself. Another thrustnded a staggering 2,000 critical damage, instantly finishing the knight.


    SSHomeRun, a Saint yer Syndicate member, stood dumbfounded. "A Pdin... was one-shot?"


    Orson, standing nearby, smiled faintly. "Doesn''t matter if you''re with SSR or Dragon''s Kiss Guild, the fact is... you didn''t bring enough people."


    With a flourish of his staff, fire magic erupted into a zing me Dragon, which rained destruction upon the opposing yers. Screams filled the air as a wave of fireballs decimated their formation, turning the icyndscape into a fiery inferno.


    -1,100!


    -4,300!


    -4,300!


    Seven or eight red names vanished into white shes, respawning back at the city.


    Behind Orson, Female Dorm God gulped audibly. "That''s it¡ªI''m clinging to this team for life. Mom, I''ll never have trouble finding dungeon parties again!"


    "How is he doing this from 500 meters away?!" SSHomeRun stammered, cold sweat running down his back.


    "Earth Mages! Use slowing spells! Don''t let him escape!" he bellowed, charging with his team of elite assassins. He''d dealt with powerful yers before and knew their damage output could be insane. But he also knew that no matter how strong a mage was, they were helpless once an assassin got close.


    However, Orson remained motionless. His calm demeanor made his opponents uneasy.


    "Escape? Why would I run? We''re all red names here¡ªkilling you is just free profit for me," Orson said coolly, ignoring the Mud Trap spell beneath his feet.


    For Orson, mobility wasn''t necessary. He was, after all, a walking tower of death.


    The Saint yer Syndicate''s strategy was clear: a swarm of rogue yersunched a coordinated attack, their shadowy forms darting toward Orson from all angles.


    Most mages would panic in this situation. Being surrounded by even one rogue, let alone ten, was a death sentence. But Orson stood firm. He had prepared for this exact scenario.


    "Back off! Damn it, just die already!" shouted Bradley, trying to return and assist, but he was swarmed by melee yers intent on stalling him.


    "Stealth!" SSHomeRunmanded, and his team of assassins vanished in unison. The atmosphere grew deathly quiet, an oppressive killing intent lingering in the air.


    Saint yer Syndicate''s strengthy in their stealth tactics. Against smaller teams, they were a nightmare to deal with. Againstrger guilds, their stealth allowed them to retreat unscathed.


    ng!


    Weapons struck, but their attacks failed to prate Orson''s defenses.


    SSHomeRun''s frustration mounted. "It''s just... shields! Endless shields!"


    No matter how hard his team tried, every blow was absorbed by yet anotheryer of protective magic.


    Orson wasn''t just a powerful mage; he was an absolute fortress. His Sun Shield wasn''t enough alone, so he had preemptively stacked nineyers of shields before the fight began.


    "ded Rainstorm."


    Orson whispered the spell, and a torrential rain transformed into countless razor-sharp des, radiating outward in a 20-meter circle.


    -230!


    -230!


    The assassins were forced out of stealth as the rain inflicted consistent damage, breaking their invisibility and leaving them exposed.


    SSHomeRun''s eyes widened in horror. "A dual-element mage?!"


    Orson chuckled. "What''s wrong? Didn''t the person who hired you tell you what I was capable of? Or were you just baited into this?"


    The fatal w of stealth mechanics was now painfully obvious: any damage automatically broke the effect and put the skill on a long cooldown.


    "Break his shields! Do something!" shouted an exasperated assassin.


    Another rogue managed to shatter one shield, only to see a new one instantly rece it. The futility of their efforts was maddening.


    Orson invoked two more spells: Whisper of the Wind to boost his attack speed and Slicing Gale to push back the assassins swarming him.


    "Is he insane? A tri-element mage?!" SSHomeRun shouted, hisposure unraveling.


    Orson continued raining devastation upon them. His mana reserves showed no signs of depleting, despite casting multiple high-cost spells.


    "This... this is impossible! He hasn''t even used a single mana potion!" cried Saint yer Water God as he rushed forward with his team to provide support.


    Orson met his gaze coldly and sent a single Fireball flying.


    -800!


    Water God scoffed. "Not bad, but hardly unstoppable."


    Then the fire spread. mes engulfed his body, dealing relentless damage.


    -4,300!


    Water God screamed as he crumbled to the ground, incinerated by Orson''s passive burn effects. "How can a passive skill deal over 4,000 damage?!"


    Orson''s eyes gleamed as he surveyed the shaken rogues. "Had enough? Because now it''s my turn."


    SSHomeRun hesitated, torn between retreating and continuing the fight. Before he could decide, the ground trembled. A Stone Wall rose in a U-shape, trapping the rogues.


    Mud Marsh immobilized their feet, stripping them of their only advantage: mobility.


    "Four-element mage! He''s insane!" shouted one of the rogues, their spirits crushed.


    Orson began casting Explosive Fireball, methodically targeting each rogue.


    One by one, they fell.


    SSHomeRun watched helplessly, his face pale as Orson deliberately spared him, forcing him to witness his entire team''s demise.


    "Damn it... I''ll kill you for this!" SSHomeRun snarled.


    Orson''s grin widened, revealing his teeth. "We''ll talk about that next time. For now, though... we''re not finished."


    Meanwhile, Bradley was a whirlwind of destruction. Blood stained his ck armor as he tore through the front line, leaving a pile of bodies in his wake.


    His health, once near 10,000, had dropped by two-thirds, but his resolve only grew stronger.


    Without their melee protectors, the Syndicate''s mages and healers were defenseless. For them, it was nothing short of a massacre.


    As the battle drew to a close, Orson''s gaze shifted toward Pondenorlin City.


    Far off in the distance, atop the city walls, stood a man with a legendary bow in hand. His imposing figure made him stand out like a crane among chickens.


    Orson''s eyes narrowed. Who is that?

 Chapter 62 62: Dogs Barking

    Watching the distant battle unfold was none other than Usher, leader of the Dragon''s Kiss Guild.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    From afar, Usher and Orson exchanged cold, silent res. Though not a word was spoken, the mutual hatred was palpable, as if they each longed to tear a piece from the other.


    "Let''s go," Usher said calmly, turning away from the city walls with his entourage.


    "How strong is he?" Usher asked, directing his question to a Level 21 Archer d in unassuming blue gear, known as Strategic Trickster.


    "Very strong," Trickster replied, his expression grave. "Strong enough to make me question the game''s bnce."


    He continued, "Though I couldn''t determine his exact health, his confidence in facing a siege without flinching suggests his HP is higher than most first-tier mages."


    Usher nodded, his thoughts aligning with Trickster''s assessment. Most mages prioritized free attribute points in attack or mana, neglecting health. However, Orson, equipped with heroic gear, clearly surpassed the average mage in durability.


    "What about his other capabilities?" Usher probed.


    Strategic Trickster''s brows furrowed as he responded, "Top-tier in both skill and game awareness. Far superior to Ivy, especially in his use of abilities. It''s almost unbelievable."


    He borated, "I''ve seen Earth Mages use Quaking Stone Spikes, but none as precisely as Orgod. Hisbat intuition is extraordinary¡ªhe manipted the Saint yer Syndicate like children, luring their rogues into traps with surgical precision, leaving them no way out."


    "This is just a phase," snapped Ivy, irritated by theparison.


    Trickster remained unfazed, rifying, "I''m only stating facts."


    Usher''s face darkened. A proud man, he prided himself on skills approaching professional standards. Yet,pared to Orson, he felt almost amateurish.


    "I see," Usher finally said.


    Strategic Trickster smirked knowingly. A tactician with a decorated background in strategy games and analytics, Trickster had been personally recruited by Usher for this reason.


    "From the information gathered," Trickster exined, "it''s clear he possesses a God-tier Soul Seal. It enhances range and mana, though it''s unclear if it boosts attack or critical stats."


    "A God-tier Soul Seal!?" gasped Ivy and Skysher, their expressions shifting to envy and disbelief.


    Such an item was a coveted dream for all yers, yet its acquisition remained an unsolved mystery. Even Usher, with his immense wealth and connections within Infinite Dimensions'' official circles, had failed to uncover reliable methods for obtaining one.


    "Indeed," Trickster confirmed. "I''ve seen Lord-ss Soul Seals that boost mage range by up to 300 meters, but I''d estimate Epic-tier ones don''t go much higher than that."


    "Wait," Usher interrupted, his brow furrowing. "I understand the range boost, but what about his mana?"


    Trickster replied, "Based on his zing Burn talent''s passive damage output, his base mana is over 40,000."


    "Forty¡­ thousand?" Ivy''s voice quivered as she nced at her own mana stat: 4,000.


    And that was with her equipped in high-mana heroic gear. Orson''s unarmored mana pool was over ten times hers.


    "You''ve got to be joking!" Skysher shouted, grabbing Trickster by the cor. "Forty thousand mana¡ªhe has more than a boss?"


    Trickster sneered, brushing off the usation. "Believe me or don''t. Ask any Fire Mage for confirmation if you dare."


    "Enough," Usher barked, his icy tone cutting through themotion. Skysher grudgingly released his grip.


    "What precautions should we take against him? Exin everything," Usher demanded.


    Feeling the weight of Usher''s resolve, Trickster smirked knowingly. "Though he appears to master all four elements, his damage primarilyes from his fire talent''s passive abilities."


    He leaned in conspiratorially. "My advice? Stock up on fire resistance potions and gear. Force him into melee situations where his fire damage bes less effective. If we overwhelm him with sheer numbers, he can''t win."


    "Good. That''s what I intended," Usher said, nodding approvingly. From his inventory, he pulled out a green Soul Seal and offered it to Trickster.


    "This is yours. Join my guild."


    The gesture left the surrounding yers stunned.


    "Boss¡­ are you serious?" Skysher stammered, horrified. "That Soul Seal cost you 10,000 gold!"


    Ivy''s brows knit tightly as she added, "It''s a perfect match for your S-tier Anti-Magic Archer build. Giving it away is a waste!"


    Usher dismissed their concerns with a scoff. "So what? Orson wields a God-tier Soul Seal¡ªdo you think I''m any less capable?"


    In his hands, the Epic-tier Soul Seal seemed almost worthless. But to others, it was a treasure worth killing for.


    "I love doing business with decisive people!" Trickster eximed, eyes gleaming with joy.


    For this Soul Seal, he had willingly disbanded his own guild and joined Dragon''s Kiss Guild.


    Meanwhile, Orson was oblivious to how deeply his abilities were being analyzed. He was still looting the battlefield with Bradley.


    "That was brutal! Saint yer Syndicate almost got wiped out by just two people¡­"


    "No," another yer interjected. "There were three. That quiet priest might also be a hidden master!"


    "He must be! Anyone rolling with Orgod can''t be an ordinary yer."


    Hearing this, Female Dorm God blushed furiously, straightened his posture, and tried to look imposing. "I''m a secret weapon¡ªI need to exude confidence and avoid dragging Orgod down!"


    "Damn it, their treasurer escaped. Otherwise, we could''ve imed the bounty," Bradleymented, his voice tinged with regret.


    The Saint yer Syndicate had taken on a 4,000-gold contract to hunt Orson. Even if they failed, they''d pocketed at least a quarter of that amount as a non-refundable deposit.


    However, Infinite Dimensions'' current strict storage rules meant most yers, even red-named ones, carried their wealth and items in their inventory. Killing them was the only way to recover it.


    After some scavenging, the spoils amounted to only a few hundred gold and a pile of junk equipment.


    "They can''t have gone far. This money is our guild fund¡ªI''m not letting it slip away," Orson said, smiling faintly.


    "Still," Bradley said, frowning, "revival points have no imperial guards. They could just hide in the safe zone."


    Then the world channel erupted with insults.


    Saint yer Water God: "Fake match-fixer! Come on, you think you''re tough? Meet me at Pondenorlin City''s revival point!"


    SS Little V: "Everyone knows Orgod is trash who only bullies noobs. Against international teams, he chokes like a dog!"


    Saint yer Water God: "We''ll target your guild members next. Especially those cute little girls¡ªbet they''ll cry for mercy!"


    "I''ll butcher them!" Bradley roared, livid.


    The world channel soon became a cesspool of insults, with many yers joining the bandwagon to mock Orson.


    "How about we let them bark for a bit longer?" Orson said calmly.


    "Why?" Bradley asked, puzzled.


    Orson smiled mysteriously, holding up a Southeast Ward Fragment, the key to bypassing Pondenorlin City''s barrier. "Because we''re going hunting."

 Chapter 63 63: Apocalypse

    Bradley gave Orson a thumbs up andughed loudly. "You''re insane, boss!"


    "But... can you really hit them from here?" Female Dorm God asked, perplexed. Even with his bad math skills, he could estimate that the southeastern outskirts of the city were at least 2-3 kilometers from the respawn point.


    What is this guy, a mortar?


    "Pay attention, young man," Bradley said with a mischievous grin. "This is what it means to have the range of a God-tier Mage!" Heughed maniacally, recalling Orson''s incredible range when they fought monster hordes together.


    Grabbing Female Dorm God by the arm, Bradley rushed toward the city.


    They had a n. Bradley would ry precise coordinates, while Female Dorm God would collect the loot.


    A few minutester, Bradley spotted the Saint yer Syndicate members.


    These thugs were gathered near the healer NPC, spewing all kinds of vulgar insults. Even though their bodies had been blown apart in battle, their mouths were as sharp as ever. They were masters of stirring drama.


    The world chat was now littered with messages tarnishing Orson''s reputation, prompting even members of his guild to message him for rification.


    "Don''t worry about it," Orson said over the guild channel. "Everyone, head to Pondenorlin City''s respawn point. All the equipment and gold dropped will be split freely among you."


    Although confused, the guild members perked up at the mention of free loot. Many abandoned whatever they were doing and made their way back to the city.


    Meanwhile, the Saint yer Syndicate continued running their mouths.


    "Hey, Godyer yers! What''s up? Come give me a hug, sweethearts!" sneered Saint yer Water God, leering at some of the female guild members nearby.


    "Ew, this guy''s character is so ugly. His gear looks like old rags. I''m yucking from a distance!" one woman replied with disdain.


    "Totally. I only have eyes for our Kai-Kai. He''s the handsomest!"


    "Right? Kai-Kai''s not just good-looking; he''s super nice too. He even helped me farm monsters earlier!"


    Their chatter drew everyone''s attention to Bradley, who sat cross-legged like a model of masculine charm.


    "Damn it, don''t distract me!" Bradley scowled, pping away the yful hands of a few overly excited girls.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    "Wow! A true hero! So many admirers! I''m so envious!" said Female Dorm God, his inner creep slipping through as he drooled over the scene.


    "You idiot! Get ready to grab the loot!" Bradley snapped, giving him a swift kick in the rear.


    Not far away, Saint yer Water God mocked Bradley, standing smugly within the respawn zone''s healing aura.


    "Wow, such a tough S-tier warrior. Why don''t you just stay here forever? As soon as you step away, I''ll make sure to take good care of your girls!"


    "Is that so? How about you try staying online?" Bradley replied coldly. He knew better than to charge into the respawn area recklessly. The healing aura,bined with the sheer number of enemies, would spell certain death.


    The Saint yer Syndicate yers clustered in the respawn zone weren''t there by choice. If they left the healing aura, the empire''s guards would hunt them down on sight.


    Bradley''s voice came over the guild channel. "Coordinates: 132.37. We''re in position."


    Hearing this, Orson, stationed in the outskirts where he''d previously farmed mobs, issued a guild-wide warning:


    "All members, step back 20 meters to avoid coteral damage."


    "Seriously? He can hit from here?" Female Dorm God muttered in disbelief. A 2-3 kilometer range sounded more like the attack radius of a dragon boss than a mage''s spell.


    Bradley chuckled ominously. "If you want to stay alive, stand behind me. My buddy''s about to fire a wave of pure destruction."


    As the guild members nervously retreated, a Pdin named Iron Cavalry scoffed.


    "Look at this posturing. It''s all talk. Orgod''s just blowing smoke to cover his failure."


    "Shut your trap and watch," Bradley sneered. "Your opinion isn''t needed."


    "Fine. But mark my words: if we lose the guild battleter, I''m out."


    "Go ahead. Quit now. But if I see you again after, I''ll cut you down without hesitation," Bradley shot back, reminding Iron Cavalry of the five defeats he''d suffered in theirst duel.


    A gasp shattered the tension.


    "What in the... Comet Strike?!" cried Female Dorm God, his eyes glued to the sky.


    "What... is that?!" Iron Cavalry stammered, his face pale.


    Above Pondenorlin City, a colossal meteor¡ªnearly 100 meters in diameter¡ªdescended from the heavens.


    The meteor burned brightly, its surface erupting with fiery sparks as it plummeted through the atmosphere. Its enormous shadow engulfed the respawn area, and panic spread like wildfire.


    "Fall back! FALL BACK!" Bradley roared, dragging two girls by the arms as everyone fled in terror.


    "Dude! Are you insane? You''re going to kill us all!" he bellowed into the guild chat.


    "Crap... why is this thing so terrifying?" Orson muttered to himself.


    He had expected Celestial Descent to summon a slightlyrger-than-average rock. Instead, the 2,000-mana spell had conjured an apocalyptic meteor.


    Those who witnessed the scene were stunned. This wasn''t just some AoE ability.


    This was doomsday incarnate.


    The meteor crashed down with a deafening roar, unleashing a cascade of shockwaves. Entire buildings were leveled, and the once-bustling respawn area became a fiery wastnd.


    Dozens of Saint yer Syndicate members were annihted instantly. Even bystanders were caught in the devastation.


    Orson''s sin value skyrocketed.


    Pondenorlin City quaked violently as if struck by an earthquake. The sheer destructive force was unfathomable.


    -4400!


    -4400!


    Ssh Damage: -1500!


    Ssh Damage: -1500!


    Thebat log scrolled relentlessly, disying over 400 damage notifications. The attack dealt massive direct damage, followed by countless physical impacts from shattered debris.


    The area looked like it had been struck by an S-tier forbidden spell.


    Orson stood in silence, grappling with the implications of what he''d unleashed.


    He realized that the physics engine of Infinite Dimensions had amplified his spell''s effects. Most Earth Mages would never achieve such devastation because their limited range restricted Celestial Descent''s potential.


    However, Orson''s unparalleled range allowed the meteor to gain immense speed through gravitational eleration. By the time it hit the ground, the resulting explosion sent thousands of fragments hurtling outward like shrapnel.


    This wasn''t just a spell¡ªit was a cmity.

 Chapter 64 64: The Will of the Battle Beast

    Orson removed the loot restrictions, allowing his guild members to freely collect the scattered gold.


    "Brothers and sisters, the boss is throwing us a money shower! Let''s go grab it!"


    "What are you waiting for? Scramble!"


    Bradley''s group fully embraced their inner bandits, diving headfirst into the treasure trove.


    "We''ve struck gold! This windfall is mine to inherit!"


    "Who the hell yanked my pants? Have some decency!"


    "I only grabbed 100 gold coins, and now you''re robbing me?"


    A few seemingly fair-skinned, delicate female yers turned feral. Before Female Dorm God could stash his coins, they pounced on him, looting him with gusto.


    Nearby onlookers were stunned.


    Godyer Guild''s behavior was outrageous, but what stung the most was that they weren''t included in the spoils.


    "Bunch of amateurs," Bradley sneered as he zipped past the chaos. "Coins are nothingpared to equipment!"


    Taking advantage of his superior speed, he sprinted straight for a purple piece of armor lying on the ground. Before anyone could react, he pocketed the Level 15 gear, easily worth 500 gold coins.


    Wild Gale, standing nearby, watched Bradley im the best loot. He felt a pang of jealousy but hesitated¡ªafter all, he was known as the "mentor of noobs" and didn''t want to ruin his reputation.


    Then he noticed the guild''s ethos: every man for himself.


    "Forget it! When in Rome..." Wild Gale grit his teeth, jumped onto Iron Cavalry''s shoulders, and dove headlong into the pile of items.


    By the time the dust settled, the spoils were entirely divided.


    Later, the guild gathered at a tavern in town. Money Traveler generously shelled out 20 gold to book the entire venue.


    "Today''s red-name hunting operation was a resounding sess!" Bradley announced, raising his mug. "As your vice president, I''d like to make three important points¡ª"


    Before he could finish, he noticed that no one was paying attention. Everyone was busy chatting, drinking, or feasting.


    "Fine, then!" Bradley grumbled, grabbing his drink as Iron Cavalry raised a toast.


    "Cheers! You made a killing, huh?" Bradley said, grinning.


    "Not bad, not bad..." Iron Cavalry replied with a sheepish smile.


    Bradley wasn''t the type to hold grudges. He joined Iron Cavalry, Wild Gale, and others in drinking games, quickly fostering camaraderie through shared antics.


    "Where''s the president? Is he still red-named and unable to enter the city?" asked a female alchemist, her curiosity piqued.


    Most members had never seen Orson in person and were eager to meet the legendary triple-crown champion.


    With his apocalyptic meteor stunt fresh in everyone''s mind, even if Orson had three heads, they wouldn''t be surprised.


    Bradley smirked. "In Pondenorlin City, who dares stop my brother? Even the city lord would think twice."


    Just then, Bradley received a private message from Orson.


    He stood up and announced, "Wild Gale, the ce is yours for now. Gather everyone outside the city at the rally point in four hours for the guild war."


    Iron Cavalry frowned. "Wait, how are we supposed to fight? We''re barely staffed, and most of our members are crafters!"


    Still chewing on a roast leg of meat, Female Dorm God interjected, "My boss alone is worth a thousand men. I think we''re good!"


    Bradley nearly choked on his drink. He gave the priest a light bonk on the head. "Don''t work your boss like a mule!"


    Everyone burst intoughter.


    After logging off, Bradley called Orson.


    "Are you sure we can recruit enough members? Most of the top-tier yers have already joined the big eight guilds."


    "Don''t worry," Orson replied calmly. "Upload the video now. A lot of high-level yers are browsing the forums for guild war tips. Recruiting shouldn''t be hard."


    Bradley sighed. "Fine. We may not get two full battle groups, but a single 60-man group should be doable."


    After the call, Orson headed to the Redbeard Dwarf''s forge.


    The dwarf Veijander greeted him with an uneasy smile.


    "The Gray Dwarf King himself! What a surprise! Back already?" Veijander''s eyes darted nervously. He attempted to embrace Orson, but the mage sidestepped with a scowl.


    "You''ve submitted the forging materials."


    Orson ced the Heart of the Warlord and Ascension Crystal on the counter. "What''s the sess rate?"


    "Well... um... maybe... possibly..." Veijander stammered, eyes wide at the sight of such rare materials.


    System Notification:


    Holy Mirror Set overall sess rate: 40%.


    "Is this what you meant by ''100% sess rate''?" Orson''s face darkened. He resisted the urge to bash the dwarf''s head in with an ingot.


    "Well, uh... I didn''t expect you to survive the Bone Dragon..." Veijander chuckled nervously, chugging ale to calm his nerves.


    Orson''s eyes narrowed. "Oh, I see your game. You were nning to keep the Elven Diamond all for yourself, weren''t you?"


    Had he not followed his guide and uncovered the royal tomb''s hidden materials, the quest would have been a dead end.


    System Notification:


    You''ve uncovered the Gray Dwarf''s deception. You may demandpensation: choose between gold coins, a mount skill, or a purple weapon.


    Orson''s eyes lit up. He wasn''t short on gold, and purple weapons didn''t interest him at this stage. But the mount skill was intriguing.


    Mount taming wasn''t just a convenience¡ªit could turn beasts into formidable allies inbat. By the next stage of the game, yers who invested in this skill could tame creatures like dragons.


    "I''ll take the mount skill."


    System Notification:


    You''ve learned the skill: Basic Beastmastery.


    Orson feigned displeasure. "Just one lousy skill? Give me my materials back¡ªI''m done here!"


    Before the dwarf could respond, Orson opened his inventory and reimed the Elven Diamond, turning to leave.


    "W-wait! Don''t be angry! Let''s talk!" Veijander panicked, realizing he might lose his shot at working with such legendary materials.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    Nearby yers were stunned to see the fiery-tempered dwarf kneeling and clinging to Orson''s leg.


    "What''s happening? Veijander is actually begging?"


    "This guy''s got insane pull. He just made the toughest NPC in the game kneel!"


    System Notification:


    Veijander, filled with guilt, offers you the rare saddle Will of the Battle Beast as additionalpensation. ept?


    Orson grinned. "Now we''re talking."


    The Will of the Battle Beast wasn''t just a shy essory. It doubled taming proficiency gains, ignored ss restrictions for mounts, and even included a built-in war drum effect.


    In his previous life, this item had driven countless yers to grind for weeks on end, and its market value once skyrocketed to over 60,000 gold.


    And now?


    He got it for free.

 Chapter 65 65: The Highest Mountain

    "The sess rate is forty percent? Fine, as long as the Holy Artifact can be preserved even if the forging core fails."


    Orson''s expression softened. Seeing the dwarves groveling like this, he handed over all the materials to them.


    Veijander, with his shifty eyes, grinned and told Orson toe back in five hours to collect the equipment.


    "Let''s hope... it''s actually equipment by then."


    Orson had no choice. Going to the other side''s pay-to-win shop would require a blueprint, and the sess rate might not even be as high as the dwarves''. He could only gamble.


    Meanwhile, after logging off, Bradley contacted the Infinite Dimensions strategy forum''s moderator and spent 20,000 yuan to have the post titled [Orgod''s Melee Silk Spider Dungeon] pinned and highlighted.


    Of course, if Orson ever saw that shameless title, he''d probably explode in anger.


    The post didn''t attract much attention at first. After all, on the forum, half of the posts had tags like "Orgod" or "Three-time Champion," and when you clicked on them, you''d usually just see a pile of nonsense.


    Posts like this¡ªoutrageously shy and clownish¡ªrarely got much attention.


    However, only ten minutester, the first yer who finished watching the full video was sweating profusely, panting, unable to calm down, and could only curse to express his shock.


    Without hesitation, he shared,mented, and bookmarked it, trying to get more high-level mages toe and be "disgusted."


    ughter Wang Jung: "Your horse... the Dark Queen got hit with 956 consecutive attacks! Is this a boss fight? And the way it kept floating with basic attacks? This is a boss, not just a mob!"


    Mysterious opponent: "You''re getting the key issue. Archers can do it with their fast attack speed, but this mage has a basic attack speed. Who else could do this except that guy?"


    In no time, the post''s view count surpassed 100,000, likes exploded, and thements section was filled with yers going wild, expressing their admiration for Orgod, the "Ancient God" of Sword and Conquest.


    Bradley grinned, thinking the catchy title had worked. He left a message in the first post: "Wee high-level main yers to join [Godyer]. I, Money Traveler, eagerly await your joining!"


    "Want to watch streams and learn techniques? Check out [DonutWizard]!"


    "Exactly! SSR''s first fire mage DonutWizard can even solo 20-level bosses on stream. Orgod can''tpare!"


    Meanwhile, inside the SSR Club, top streamer DonutWizard, seeing thements under the post, felt his stomach churn. His face turned red, fists clenched.


    "Why is he so strong? Why can''t I do that? Why?!"N?v(el)B\\jnn


    At just 16 years old, with a still youthful face, he had be the symbol of SSR''s brutal mages. Not only did he have millions of followers on his streaming tform, but his fans even thought he might seed Orgod as the next big name.


    Even he had believed that Orson was just an early starter¡ªback when yers were still bad, which made Orson seem particrly impressive.


    But now, with this [Melee Post], DonutWizard had be aughingstock.


    Whenpared, his proud solo dungeon videos seemed to mock him for his ignorance.


    Just yesterday, DonutWizard had overheard Wedge and Smart Brother talking about how they had been ambushed by Orson.


    He had even confidently said: "Orgod''s only good for his gear and Soul Seal. Wait until my ss awakening, and I''ll avenge you!"


    The p in the face came too quickly. The video now was pure technique, with Orson''s wless "zombie-style basic attacks" and seamlessbos. With this level of precision, not just 900+bos, even 1900+ would be possible!


    "Annly? Why are you crying? Who made you upset? I''ll avenge you, sis."


    A beautiful, graceful woman walked over, gently patting Annly on the head with a softugh.


    "I feel like I''ll never reach his level. I''ve disappointed everyone, Riley."


    Annly became more and more upset, crying loudly, attracting the attention of half the club.


    "Haha, someone bullied you, huh? Who dares do that?"


    "It''s fine, bro will help you get revenge. Infinite Dimensions is still unfamiliar to us. Losing a few PvP battles is normal."


    A dozen SSR pros surrounded Annly,forting her not to be too upset. Even if she was bullied in Infinite Dimensions, they would get her back.


    "It''s him! It''s him!"


    Annly pointed to the screen with childish determination.


    The room instantly fell silent. You could hear a pin drop.


    Snow Dream, with a stiff smile, walked away. The professional yer who had promised to avenge Annly froze, awkwardly scratching his nose.


    "This... I''m not sure I can help you, young one."


    The simple name "ld" was well-known to them. Some of the older team members had even fought alongside this person.


    This was an insurmountable peak for SSR Club. They had watched as this man led SSR to unprecedented heights.


    "Don''t lose hope. With your talent, you''ll surpass him sooner orter."


    Annly was an important trainee in the club, so Wedge quickly came to her side.


    Smiling, she began analyzing the video frame by frame: "Look closely, his basic attack wobble is too obvious. This shows his technique has been neglected these years, and his positioning is wed¡ªlow tolerance, one mistake and the boss will crush him."


    "It really is! So his technique isn''t perfect after all!" Annly wiped away her tears, finally seeing a glimmer of hope in the darkness.


    Snow Dream stood by the window, absentmindedly lighting a cigarette, her beautiful, delicate face clouded with worry.


    Wedge, havingforted Annly, walked over to Snow Dream, asking for a cigarette and lighting it up.


    "What''s wrong? Still thinking about that man?" Wedge teased with a mischievousugh.


    Snow Dream avoided her sharp gaze, frowning and saying, "You shouldn''t be deceiving that kid. You''re putting too much pressure on him."


    "No, I''m just telling him what I see." Wedge''s face was beautiful, but there was a rare firmness in her expression.


    "Stop fooling me. His basic attack wobble isn''t an issue, it''s a technique to control the boss''s knockback height, intentionally done!" Snow Dream coldly exposed the truth.


    "You''ve been with him too long, long enough to be assimted by his bad temper."


    Wedge maintained her smile, elegantly blowing out a smoke ring. She paused and then said, "You know, no matter how much you like him, in his eyes, there''s only that little girl. He never cared about you."


    Snow Dream''s heart tightened, a sharp pain stinging inside her.


    Wedge chuckled lightly: "Don''t forget, your father''s business went bankrupt, and who helped you find the money to cover the debts?"


    Snow Dream''s eyes widened in shock, her fists clenched. "How long are you going to use that to threaten me?"


    Wedge''s lips curled up in a seductive smile. "Silly girl, of course, forever. By the way, if I see you go easy on Orson again, I won''t let you off the hook."


    This warning,ing from Wedge¡ªwho always yed the role of the understanding big sister¡ªwas delivered with a calm that made Snow Dream''s blood run cold. Wedge could destroy her with ease, and even her parents would be dragged down.


    "Do you understand now?" Wedge smiled, her voice calm and cold.


    Snow Dream lowered her head, suppressing her emotions, her face unchanged. "I''m sorry, Wedge. I understand now."

 Chapter 66 66: The Secret of the S-Class Profession

    "I need to find time to renew the guard captain''s fee," Orson muttered as he appeared at the Mage Guild''s entrance. He quickly donned the Imperial Mage Robes, which were about to expire in less than twelve hours, and transformed back into Boss Bai.


    It had to be said, having a big red name tag was incredibly useful when disguised as Boss Bai. The patrolling soldiers greeted him warmly, unaware that this was a mage lord NPC, renowned among their ranks.


    "Listen up, the one-minute test is about to begin. All test participants, prepare yourselves."


    Inside the Mage Training Grounds, yers were lining up for their profession awakening tests. With the guild wars about to begin, many major guilds had poured into the training grounds, creating a crowded scene of over a thousand mages.


    The goal was to smash the training grounds'' magic crystals, then have them graded by an NPC magic instructor. D-ss was the lowest grade, and A-ss was the highest.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Typically, achieving an A-ss profession required multiple retests, with final ratings given by the three Grand Mages of Pondenorlin. These were the elites, with profound understanding of the mage profession.


    For fairness across different mage specialties, it wasn''t just about raw output; the test also evaluated skills such as precision, delicacy, and mana control.


    "I''m speechless. We only have a 20-meter range, but the red crystal is over 50 meters away, and the target is so small. How in the world are we supposed to hit that?" one yerined.


    "Maybe we can try to break the blue crystal, but that''s not easy either. It''ll probably take at least ten hits to the head to break it."


    "This is too difficult... I should''ve yed a knight ss. I heard their tests involve charging on horseback and hitting a target to unlock a B-ss profession."


    Dozens of yers lined up on the training grounds, voicing their frustrations. The first round of the test was simple¡ªsmash the green, blue, yellow, and red crystals in one minute using basic attacks (in A).


    - Green crystals were thergest and easiest to hit.


    - Blue crystals were embedded in a mannequin''s head and required high precision.


    - Yellow crystals came in pairs, scattered on mannequins, and needed to be hit in sequence.


    - Red crystals, ced 50 meters away in a stone hand sculpture, were the hardest to hit, with many magescking the range to even try.


    The majority of yers lined up in front of the blue and yellow crystals. Anyone who broke the yellow crystal would advance to the next round and have a chance to unlock a B-ss profession. B-ss professions were not only powerful but also had the potential to make yers top-tier elites in Infinite Dimensions.


    Orson, standing among the crowd, surveyed the situation. The red crystal had the highest difficulty, yet over ten yers were attempting it. He guessed that these yers either had rare weapons that extended their range or, like him, were boosted by special Soul Seals. Otherwise, ordinary yers wouldn''t even be able to reach it.


    The test began, and yers started unleashing their skills. Soon, a few yers smashed the first two crystals, while others struggled to hit the red crystal, even with a suitable range.


    "How is this possible? Getting ten consecutive hits on the red crystal, is that even humanly possible?" one yer asked, clearly frustrated. He quit the test with a defeated expression.


    Orson wasn''t surprised. The mage profession was notoriously hard to master¡ªit was a major gold sink, and its operation was far more difficult than the archer or priest professions. Without weeks of practice, it was nearly impossible to pass the test.


    After a few rounds, only two yers seeded in breaking the red crystal. However, that was just the first round, and the following tests would be even harder.


    "What the hell? How did an NPC get in here? I didn''t hear anything about NPC mages needing to take the test!" one yer eximed.


    "Wait, it really is an NPC," another added, surprised.


    Boss Bai entered the training grounds, his test number in hand. He walked straight to the center of the arena and took his ce.


    "Well, well, someone finally noticed?" an old man in a tattered gray robe on the spectator stands murmured, his dull eyes gleaming with sharp intelligence as he quickly saw through Boss Bai''s poor disguise.


    "Old Terry, I want him," the old man said, showing a crooked smile that revealed a mouthful of yellowed teeth.


    "Heretic, who do you think you''re talking to?" a cold-eyed mage sharply retorted.


    "Heh, heretic or not, we''re all on the same side," the old man shrugged, then turned his gaze to a robed elder wearing a starry cloak.


    mebound, the elder, remained unmoved, saying calmly, "Even if he discovers the secret behind the test, I doubt he''ll follow you. No one will ept your methods."


    The old man''s smile faltered. "¡­Magic has no limits. There will always be those like me who strive for perfection."


    "Does anyone have anything to say about this? Is the game system malfunctioning? Someone get this NPC out of here!" a yer shouted in confusion.


    "Exactly. Saint yer Syndicate was hit by magic meteors and got wiped, giving Godyer the perfect opportunity to strike!" another yer added.


    The yers surrounding Orson stepped back, thinking this was some kind of trap. They didn''t want to risk their equipment getting destroyed.


    Orson took advantage of the situation, switching to in A Mode. He raised his hand,unching a Wind de at thergest green crystal, which lost one bar of health.


    "What''s he doing? Only breaking two crystals?" one yer asked.


    "Wait, that''s strange. When I tried, there were no patterns or markings appearing."


    Orson continued without hesitation. He switched to Stone Spire Mode, shooting two quick Stone Spikes at the yellow crystals, each hitting one precisely.


    Ding¡­


    The magic runes on the crystals began to glow brighter.


    And that was just the beginning. Orson remained calm as he tossed a Fireball at the hardest red crystal, 50 meters away. The ball hit its mark with remarkable precision.


    "Whoa¡­ that''s the power of an Imperial Mage! 50 meters, and still this fast!" one yer gasped.


    The red crystal shattered, and the whole statue seemed to tremble.


    Amid the shock, Orson repeated his actions with unwavering precision, triggering a magical roar that resonated across the training grounds.


    "What the hell¡­ this is the difference between yers and NPCs!" one yer eximed.


    "Hah, whatever. I could hit targets from a thousand meters if I had Al ss abilities," another yer scoffed.


    Every shot Orson took was on the mark, and the magic runes on the crystals gradually grew clearer, disying four faint, shadowy figures that seemed to project from the crystals themselves.


    "How¡­ how is he doing this?" the NPC mage beside the old man muttered in disbelief.


    ording to the S-ss Mage test rules, once an adventurer figured out that each crystal corresponded to four different elemental magic types, they would be able to hit them in sequence to trigger the test''s requirements, provided their uracy was at 70% or higher.


    But the man in front of them was hitting each target without missing, and it didn''t even seem like he was trying his hardest!


    Whispers ran through the crowd. The training grounds fell intoplete silence except for the continuing explosions of magic.


    Orson smiled knowingly. In his past life, a yer had uncovered this test''s secret, and the reward wasn''t just a S-ss hidden profession clue¡ªit was two!


    The first was the Mage Guild''s S-ss profession clue: Dual Elemental Mastery/Single Element Perfection, the Elementalist.


    The second was from the Chaos Sect''s S-ss profession clue: Four Element Mastery, the Chaos Mage.


    "Go tell them, the Mage Guild needs someone like him!" the NPC mage ordered his subordinates.


    The old man jumped to his feet, his eyes shing with a dangerous light. "This one''s mine! Anyone who darespete with me will see Pondenorlin City run red with blood!"


    With a sneer, the old man''s Six-Pointed Star magic circle appeared, radiating a strange dark-red hue. In the center of the circle, a Chaos deity could be faintly seen.


    "Old fool, what do you think you''re doing?" another mage demanded, as a gray mist covered the heads of all nearby mages.


    Everyone immediately took out their wands, ready to defend themselves.


    "me Fosset, you''re leading him down the wrong path. You''ll only ruin him," mebound warned, calmly waving his hand. The holy light that followed instantly neutralized the chaos aura.


    A system notification appeared:


    You have unlocked a hidden profession clue.


    Option 1: Enter the Mage Guild''s council hall for a profession retest.


    Option 2: Leave the Mage Guild.


    Orson pondered for a


    moment and chose the second option, rejecting the invitation for the next round of testing.


    "You talk too much, old man. I know what I''m doing!" me Fosset sneered, turning to leave the arena, under the hostile gazes of the other mages.


    Orson looked back at the stands, then calmly walked out of the training grounds, sitting by the entrance to wait.

 Chapter 67 67: SSS Chaos Overlord

    The Mage Guild revered the six elemental gods, each representing one of the six basic elements of the world. Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Light, and Darkness were the six pirs upon which the guild''s power and teachings rested.


    In stark contrast, the Chaos Sect also worshipped elemental gods, but their focus was not on the traditional deities. Instead, they venerated the Chaos Mother, the mother of all six elements, believed to be the origin of everything.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    Because of this, the sect was considered a heretical and sphemous cult by many, with the Chaos Mother dismissed as a myth, a concoction of twisted imagination, by most traditional mages.


    Orson had no clear answer on whether the Chaos Mother actually existed or not. In his previous life, there were many who had tried to awaken the S-ss Chaos Mage ss, but all of them had failed without exception. Each attempt ended in failure, leaving the yers frustrated and confused.


    "You''ve got ambition, little one! A bright future ahead of you! Joining the Chaos Sect will be the best decision of your life!"


    Fosset, the elderly man with a face full of rotting teeth, grinned wildly at Orson. He promised him that, if he joined the Chaos Sect, he would be the strongest mage in the Infinite Dimensions world. When Orson finally mastered Chaos Magic, he would even be the next leader of the sect!


    It was a grandiose promise, one that sounded almost too good to be true.


    But Orson couldn''t shake the feeling that this old man was full of empty words. After all, the Chaos Sect seemed to be little more than Fosset himself, and even if Orson seeded in awakening his ss, he''d still be stuck with a lonemander title¡ªhe''d be a leader with no followers, no influence, no power.


    "Come with me, little one, and prepare to embrace the power of Chaos!"


    Fosset spread his arms wide, his eyes glowing with excitement. But the looks of disdain from the NPCs around them were hard to ignore. It was clear that Fosset had no standing in Pondenorlin City, and was mocked as an entric old fool.


    Despite his exuberant speech, Fosset couldn''t resist getting hands-on. He pinched Orson''s cheek like a butcher inspecting his goods and then proceeded to examine his hands, as if picking out prime cuts of pork. The whole interaction felt strange and awkward.


    "Enough of the nonsense. Lead the way," Orson said, his patience wearing thin.


    Fosset nodded enthusiastically and led Orson through a teleportation circle. Within moments, they arrived at a remote vige on the outskirts of Pondenorlin City.


    In front of a half-copsed building, Fosset raised his hand and grinned, "Building a ce for the sect requires a lot of money. Do you have any spare gold coins, little one?" His tone was almost too casual, as if he had done this a thousand times before.


    Quest 1: You need to provide funds to build a church for the Chaos Sect.


    "me Fosset requests several gold coins."


    A number input window appeared before Orson, but there was no specified amount listed. Only a vague prompt floated before him.


    Orson furrowed his brow, his mind racing. He entered 1 gold coin to test the waters.


    "me Fosset is starting to hesitate, questioning if you are the person he needs."


    Orson froze. Was this how NPCs worked? He had been ttered as the chosen one, yet now he was being judged based on a single gold coin?


    Frustrated, Orson entered 100 gold coins.


    "me Fosset is beginning to lose faith in you, believing you aren''t devoted enough to the Chaos Mother."


    Orson nearly choked on his own irritation. He had never heard of other yers needing to pay fees to awaken their sses. This was absurd!


    And the old man''s greed was practically unbearable! If it were anyone else, seeing that 100 gold coins wouldn''t suffice, they would have probably walked away by now. But Orson, who had already mentally prepared himself for a financial bleed-out, couldn''t afford to back down now.


    "No wonder no one canplete this ss. It''s no surprise so many heroes have failed before," Orson thought to himself with a silent sigh.


    It was clear that the Chaos Mage was a high-cost, high-reward ss, and that meant only the rich and desperate would be able to even try.


    He gritted his teeth and reluctantly typed in 10,000 gold coins¡ªthe full 1 million. The amount was painful to part with, but it was necessary to keep progressing. Orson swallowed his hesitation and clicked "confirm."


    Clink, clink¡­


    A sum of 10,000 gold coins vanished from his inventory. Orson felt like his heart was bleeding.


    "Well done! You''re the heir I''ve been waiting for! The light of the empire, the hope of all humanity!"


    Fosset''s mood swung dramatically from skeptical to ecstatic, his face lighting up with joy as if Orson had just performed an extraordinary feat.


    "You havepleted S-level Chaos Mage quest 1."


    Quest 2: Raise four different C-level or higher spells to level 10.


    "I''ll give you three days. With your talents, this will be a piece of cake for you."


    After this, Fosset began leading Orson to see the statue of the Chaos Mother, but Orson wasn''t interested in statues or philosophical discussions. He sat down right where he was, ignoring the old man, and began furiously spamming skill points.


    "You spent 7 skill points / 4 gold coins, your magic leveled up to level 7."


    ¡­


    "You spent 12 skill points / 14 gold coins, your magic leveled up to level 10."


    Orson had been preparing for this moment for days, umting 380 skill points in preparation for a massive boost. He had nned for this all along, and now it was time to cash in on all that hard work.


    Quaking Stone Spikes reached level 10, unlocking Earthquake, a C-level Earth Magic spell that summoned two massive stone vines in a single strike. The cooldown dropped from 1 minute and 45 seconds to just 1 minute, and the spell became much easier to control.


    Whisper of the Wind reached level 10, unlocking Wind God''s Sigh, a spell that unleashed the power of the wind gods in a devastating gust.


    Chaotic Tides reached level 10, unlocking the Chaotic Tides spell, which could create unpredictable waves of destructive energy.


    Other than the already maxed Touch of the me Serpent, all of Orson''s elemental skills had reached level 10 and gained powerful awakening effects. The spells were now far more potent than before.


    "Done," Orson muttered as he stood up, brushing off the dust.


    "That''s it?!"


    Fosset''s jaw dropped in disbelief. Even the rarest magic apprentices hadn''t leveled up so fast. Orson''s speed was nothing short of miraculous.


    The prompt for Quest 2pletion appeared, confirming the task was finished.


    "Hmph, you do have potential, that''s for sure. I''ll give you three more days toplete this," Fosset said with a smug smile, handing Orson a scroll with the same sense of self-importance.


    "You have received the Fragmented Chaos Scroll."


    Orson opened the scroll, and a thick gray-brown mist poured out, as if an entire world was hidden within. As the mist dissipated, Orson saw a blurry figure seated on a stone tform, its features unclear but hinting at a humanoid head and serpent-like body.


    "You have unlocked the Fragmented Magic Talent Tree."


    Orson opened the talent page and found that the original magic tree had vanished. Instead, there was a fragmented skill tree, with only the root section visible. It contained just two talent skills, one of which seemed basic, while the other waspletely unknown.


    "Complete the awakening conditions, and you will temporarily be a junior Chaos Mage."


    "Awakening Conditions: Sessfully unlock the talent tree."


    Orson blinked in disbelief. After spending so much gold and skill points, all he got was this iplete mess?


    Wait¡­ temporarily be? Did that mean this ss was limited in time?


    He stared at the gray magic tree, his mind racing. A small note beside it read: "Because the Chaos Scroll is iplete, you need to recover the remaining two fragments within six months."


    Hell-level hidden quest triggered


    Quest Description:


    "Fragmented Middle Scroll: Obtain the Dragon King''s Horn and give it to one of me Fosset''s disciples in exchange."


    "Fragmented Lower Scroll: Obtain the Magical Eye of an Ancient Titan and use it as a trade item in the royal city''s ck market."


    "Once all fragments are recovered and the talent tree is unlocked, you will receive the SSS-level divine ss: Chaos Overlord."


    "Quest deadline: 6 months."


    "Abandonment penalty: You will not be able to awaken a new ss."


    The quest prompts kept popping up, but instead of feeling


    a rush of excitement, Orson was only filled with frustration. The Chaos Overlord ss sounded incredible, but the task ahead seemed impossible.


    A level 26 yer was expected to obtain a Dragon King''s Horn? How could a mere mortal ever hope to challenge something like that?


    And an Ancient Titan''s Eye? Those were the stuff of legends! The Ancient Titans were long extinct, and Orson couldn''t even fathom where he would find one of their eyes.


    "You bastard, I''m going to kill you!" Orson was seething with rage, ring at me Fosset for this shameless scam.


    Fosset, with his thick skin,ughed heartily. "I knew it! You are the one! My judgment has never been wrong!"

 Chapter 68 68: Whos More of a Scammer?

    Orson finally understood why this particr job ss had never been properly awakened.


    Hell-level difficulty!


    This was the second hardest level of a task in Infinite Dimensions, one that only those who could defy human limits couldplete. Most yers, even those in hardcore mode, never got the chance to touch it. The wealthiest and most powerful yers, even those who could afford to buy any information they needed, usually gave up on this S-ss job due to the ridiculous requirements, choosing instead to delete their ounts and start over.


    Dragon King''s Horn, Titan''s Eye¡ªthese super-saint materials sounded so fantastical, they felt more like a myth than reality.


    For these yers, with their vast wealth, they could buy any S-ss job, so why waste time grinding for these impossible materials?


    "SSS-ss job... Ugh, this is a nice pie in the sky."


    In Infinite Dimensions, most S-ss job yers appeared in thete game, like ShatteredCrown''s awakened Forbidden Sorcerer or Usher''s Divine Archer. As for 3S jobs, those were known as god-tier jobs, and though the website had mentioned them, no one had ever managed to awaken them.


    And now, Orson was faced with this impossible task. It was hard to tell whether tough or cry.


    "Damned chosen one!" Orson muttered angrily, feeling the urge to take immediate action and save the yers from this scam, so no one else would fall into this old man''s trap.


    However, just as he was about to act, the attributes of me Fosset popped up in front of him.


    Level 80, the same as Ice River, a Saint Swordmaster.


    His health wasn''t as exaggerated as Ice River''s, but it was still an astonishing 30 million. Orson''s fiery anger dissipated immediately when he saw the stats.


    "Fine, I''ll hold off. When my strength is up, I''ll be the first to wipe you off the map!" Orson cursed inwardly.


    Infinite Dimensions was a world where the strong dominated. If you couldn''t win, you had to back off. The truth was, thew of the jungle applied here, and even if he was getting scammed by this old bastard, Orson had no choice but to endure.


    "Activate Chaos Magic Tree. It will cost 15 talent points."


    A system message popped up, and Orson took a deep breath, calming himself. He knew that this job ss required a lot of talent points, so he wasn''t too surprised by the cost.


    It was a one-way street now. If he gave up on the task, he''d never be able to awaken the ss, which would essentially ruin the character he had worked so hard to build. He had no choice but to go forward.


    "Congrattions, you''ve be a Junior Chaos Mage!"


    The Chaos Magic Tree lit up, withyers of gray mist swirling around it, finally revealing the first basic talent: Chaos Magic Ball.


    Orson was surprised. Even after awakening an S-ss job, there was no world announcement. He realized it had to do with the iplete scroll. For now, this wasn''t truly the awakening of an S-ss job.


    "Is this an enhancement to regr attacks?" Orson wondered as he checked the talent description.


    [Chaos Magic Ball]


    Effect: Changes regr attacks to Chaos Magic Ball, where basic attacks/skills will carry the main attributes of water, fire, wind, and earth elements.


    - Water Element: Lifesteal, currently level 1: 1% lifesteal.


    - Fire Element: Burn effect, currently level 10: 10% burn (maxed).


    - Earth Element: Slow effect, currently level 1: 5% slow.


    - Wind Element: Attack speed boost, currently level 1: +0.2 attack speed.


    "This talent... is a bit ridiculous," Orson massaged his temples. He didn''t want to admit that this talent was overwhelmingly powerful.


    [Chaos Magic Ball] essentiallybined the benefits of four elemental types into one, allowing him to trigger four unique effects with each attack.


    If these individual talents were used separately, the effects would be pretty average¡ªexcept for the fire element''s burn damage, which was immense due to Orson''s high mana pool. But whenbined, it was explosive!


    The lifesteal from the water element, when raised to level 10, would provide 10% lifesteal. If he dealt several thousand damage per second, the amount healed could easily reach a few thousand!


    However, since this was a four-fold talent effect, each upgrade required 4 talent points. To max it out, he would need 40 points. Since zing Burn was already maxed, he still needed 30 more points to max this one.


    Orson looked at his second Chaos talent:


    [Chaos Chain]


    Effect: Fuses multiple elements together, giving a 0.5% chance to trigger a Chaos Chain. For five seconds, the target affected by the chain will take double true damage.


    "Double true damage..."


    "Well, I can''t deny that this 10,000 gold spent was a bit worth it."


    Orson chuckled awkwardly. It was hard to escape the "true fragrance"w. The downside was that it also required 4 talent points per upgrade, and the triggering probability was pretty low.


    He had only 10 talent points left, so he maxed these two talents.


    In total, maxing both would require 70 talent points. This wasn''t like gaining regr stat points, as each level-up only gave 1 talent point¡ªeven for an S-ss job.


    Most talent points came from special quests, and Orson had no doubt that he would be able to acquire them.


    However, the biggest issue was still the Dragon King''s Horn and Titan Eye.


    If he couldn''t get those within six months, no matter how much effort he put into improving his Chaos talents, everything would be for nothing. This was a high-stakes gamble¡ªif he won, he''d get a god-tier job; if he lost, he''d lose everything.


    "Whatever, I''ll go with it for now," Orson muttered to himself.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    "Good, good! My chosen disciple, as always, my judgment is impable!"


    me Fosset walked over with a grin and started fondling Orson''s face like he was examining a piece of meat.


    "Of course, who are you, the great sect leader?" Orson forced a smile, clearly irritated with the old man''s condescending actions.


    "Yes, yes, my young disciple, your future is in your hands. It''s up to you toplete the tasks within six months!" me Fosset grinned, leading Orson to the next part of his n.


    Orson didn''t care about the old man''s antics. Instead, he lifted his staff and fired a basic attack.


    The Chaos Magic Ballunched, a burst of elemental magic flying towards the dpidated church.


    Fire, water, earth, and wind exploded, triggering multiple effects at once.


    The half-copsed wall of the church crumbled.


    "What are you doing?!" me Fosset''s expression changed immediately, rushing over to stop him.


    Orson moved to the side, coldly smiling, "You wanted to repair the church, right? I''ll help you demolish it first so you can rebuild!"


    With that, two stone vines, powered by multiple elements, burst forth from the ground and began wreaking havoc inside the church.


    It didn''t take long before the entire church was in ruins, its foundationpletely ripped up. The scene was utter destruction.


    Orson wasn''t done yet. He summoned The me Dragon and set the vige on fire. The surrounding vigers rushed out, yelling and asking forpensation.


    "YOU!!! How dare you do this?!" me Fosset yelled in fury, his face turning red.


    Orson feigned innocence. "Sect Leader, don''t worry. The Chaos Sect is rich and powerful¡ªburning down a few houses is nothing! We need to clear space for the new church!"


    "YOU BURNED DOWN WHAT?!" me Fosset''s face turned purple.


    Orsonughed loudly, enjoying the moment. He knew the vigers couldn''t hurt him¡ªsince he hadn''t attacked any of the NPCs, they wouldn''t retaliate.


    "Only a few dozen houses? It''s nothing! The Chaos Church should be thergest and most luxurious in the Empire! Burning the houses is just making space for the new church!"


    Orson kept talking, burning down every building in the vige, making sure me Fosset knew that he was in charge.


    me Fosset was beyond furious, his blood pressure skyrocketing, as he futilely tried to manage the situation while vigers cursed him out.

 Chapter 69 69: Chaos Chain

    Madman: "Hey, buddy, you there? I''ve got a question about ss awakening."


    Orson was wandering around the vige, testing out skills on monsters. "I''m here. Did you unlock a hidden ss?"


    "Kind of," Madman replied. "I''m still debating whether to take it."


    "Why? Is it not good?" Orson was curious.


    Madman hesitated, then said, "It''s an S-tier ss, but it feels kind of¡­ sneaky. It''s practically useless in PvP. If it were you, would you take it?"


    Orson was puzzled. To his knowledge, no S-tier ss was weak, especially not for rogues. Being sneaky was in their nature.


    "Don''t tell me it''s another lockpicking ss?" Orson frowned.


    In their past life, Madman had chosen a lousy lockpicking ss that had tanked hisbat potential. Otherwise, his expertise as a rogue could have rivaled nk''s.


    "Hey! Don''t bring that up again¡­ Anyway, this time I didn''t pick the lockpicking one. But the beggar king gave me an S-tier hidden ss," Madmanined.


    "Okay, so what''s the unique feature?" Orson asked.


    Madman hesitated. "It''s¡­ stealing. The ss is called Master Thief."


    Orson''s jaw dropped. "Holy crap! Does the skill description say something like, ''Has a chance to steal from any living target, including bosses and NPCs?''"


    "Yeah! How''d you know? Isn''t there supposed to be very little information about hidden sses online?" Madman was confused.


    "I''ve studied ss guides pretty thoroughly," Orson quickly replied, trying to move off the topic.


    "Take it. Immediately. This ss, if used right, is insane!" Orson said decisively.


    The Master Thief S-tier rogue ss was renowned for its game-breaking potential. It could steal items from any target with a mere touch, ignoring level or power differences. The catch? You had to make physical contact with the target for three seconds.


    As proficiency increased, the sess rate went up. And against bosses, it could even steal their attributes. In some ways, Master Thief was stronger than many SS-tier sses.


    "Are you sure? Good thing I didn''t reject it outright," Madman said, still hesitant. After all, the three-second touch requirement sounded simple in theory but was hard to pull off. And if the target noticed the theft, the thief would suffer a severe stat debuff, making them easy prey.


    "Trust me. Take it now," Orson urged.


    Madman reluctantly selected Master Thief, but not without warning Orson. "If this ss turns out to be trash, I''m going to leech off you for the rest of my life."


    "You don''t know how lucky you are," Orson teased. Admittedly, Master Thief wasn''t a directbat ss and leaned more towards exploration. But with Orson''s support, Madman could use his skills creatively.


    With a smirk, Orson thought, If I threaten the target with a staff to their head while Madman ''steals,'' wouldn''t that basically be robbery?


    Madman interrupted his thoughts. "By the way, check out the auction house prices for magic resistance potions."


    "What''s up with them?" Orson asked.


    "You''ll see."


    Following Madman''s suggestion, Orson pulled up the listings. "A small fire resistance potion costs at least 50 silver? Are they robbing banks?"


    His jaw dropped further when he checked the fire immunity potions¡ªeach one cost a full gold coin! These potions nullified fire damage for 10 seconds and were crafted by yer alchemists at a mere 10-silver cost. In the past, during the first guild war, these potions only sold for 20 silver.


    He refreshed the list. A yer had just posted 100 potions, but within seconds, only 32 remained.


    "Are alchemists making that much money?" Orson wondered, questioning his gaming expertise.


    "Three or four hours'' works the guild''s alchemists 200 gold," Madman exined. "Haven''t you figured out who''s driving the demand?"


    "It''s me, isn''t it?"


    "Of course, it''s you! Who else has such ridiculous AoE damage, you freak!"


    Orsonughed. "So Usher came up with this as a countermeasure, huh?"


    Madman warned him, "If your damage output falters, we''ll be in trouble. We''ve got 120 frontline yers now, but they''ll still be overwhelmed by the sheer numbers. I''m betting at least four guilds will target us."


    "Rx. Just focus on preparations. Leave the overall strategy to me," Orson replied confidently.


    "Don''t me me if it goes south," Madman quipped, though Orson knew he''d yell the loudest during a fight.


    After the chat, Orson went back to hunting high-level monsters. With four hours to go until the dwarf cksmith delivered his equipment, he focused on raising his Soul Seal proficiency.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    The Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye still needed about 3,000 kills to hit 50,000 proficiency points and advance to the next level. Combining this with the Chaos Magic Ball would create devastating effects.


    As for the guilds buying out resistance potions to counter him? They might suppress his zing Burn effect, but he had three other elemental passives waiting for them.


    [Corrupted Antelope: Level 28]


    HP: 9000/9000


    Attack: 350


    Skill: Charge


    Orson targeted the beast andunched a Chaos Magic Ball.


    -820


    Slow!


    Burn!


    -4500


    Attack speed boosted!


    Life steal triggered!


    The corrupted antelope was engulfed in chaotic mes. Water element effects manifested as leeches, draining its life force. Orson''s status bar gained the Blessing of the Chaos Mother, amplifying his effects with multiyered buffs.


    "You''ve killed a Corrupted Antelope. +400 EXP."


    "You''ve killed a¡­"


    Regr monsters fell instantly to Orson''s attacks, while even elites barely survived two rounds of burning.


    He advanced toward the Swamp Banks, where Level 25 elite monsters, Corrupted Crocodiles, spawned. One crocodile with 30,000 HP emerged, its blood-red eyes locking onto him.


    This area was seldom visited. Without a strong tank, the clustered elites could wipe out a party.


    "Chaotic Tides!"


    Orson raised his staff, summoning waves of blood-red chaos energy. The crocodiles turned on each other, biting their kin. Damage numbers popped up in rapid session, chaossting twice as long as before. zing Burn triggered within the chaos, turning a control skill into an AoE damage dealer.


    As more crocodiles gathered¡ªup to thirty¡ªOrson summoned The me Dragon. The chaotic-infused creature spread destruction indiscriminately, its power amplified by gray chaos mist.


    Suddenly, a ck chain shot through the battlefield, binding one crocodile before splitting into dozens of links, ensnaring all nearby.


    "Chaos Chain," Orson muttered, watching in awe.


    At the chain''s center, a spectral figure of the Chaos Mother appeared on a tform. The crocodiles, as if possessed, swam towards her.


    True Damage: -1700


    True Damage: -9500


    ¡­


    The chains vanished in a sh, releasing a massive burst of true damage. Every crocodile in the area was in!

 Chapter 70 70: Roar of War

    "Is this talent really that terrifying?"


    Orson was stunned. Based on practicalbat, Chaos Chain wasn''t just a simple double true damage effect. It seemed to have a hidden effect of a two-second group drag.


    For a skilled mage, two seconds was enough to cast two rounds of spells, which could be decisive in PvP battles!


    The only downside was that for Chaos Chain, each level-up only increases the activation chance by 0.5%, and even at max level, the trigger probability only reaches 5%.


    Of course, in a 1v1 duel, this probability was a bit like gambling with your life. But in a chaotic battle, it could be quite frightening¡ªif you keep dealing damage at a high frequency, a single slip-up could lead to true damage/control that could kill you.


    The mutated crocs in the area were wiped out, and Orson continued to hunt for monsters. However, his speed was so fast that after clearing one round, he had to wait for the next spawn. Soon, arge empty zone appeared in front of him.


    "Too slow."


    The monster farming efficiency was much slower than expected. After a full three and a half hours, he had only killed 2,000 elite monsters, and his Soul Seal was still 700 short of leveling up.


    It seemed that the dream of leveling up his Soul Seal before the guild stronghold battle was shattered.


    However, if other yers knew how efficient he was, they''d probably curse him for days. For the current yers in this area, they''d be overwhelmed by the mutated crocs, and if they''re not careful, they''d get bitten to death by the crocs, who were excellent at crowd control.


    Looking at the time, there was still an hour before the battle began, and the guild members were starting to gather at the stronghold war preparation area.


    At the NPC''s gathering point, it was bustling.


    A massive group of yers blocked the main road, and there were ten different sub-areas with hundreds of thousands of yers getting ready for the battle.


    Bradley: "Damn, can you be a little more active as the guild leader? The people are almost here! We''ve got three level 20 elite squads ready, isn''t that awesome?"


    "Almost done. My legendary weapon should be ready now," Orson replied.


    "Wait, what? Legendary weapon??" Bradley was shocked and immediately asked.


    Madman: "Damn! So you''ve been busy making a legendary weapon? What level is it?"


    God of Iron Cavalry: "Damn, you''re tough. How much did it cost? I''ll go make one too when I have time."


    "Just you? Go sleep, do you think legendary weapons are like cabbages? There are only nine on the weapon leaderboard, all owned by guild big shots," Bradley sneered.


    God of Iron Cavalry: "Don''t look down on me, everything is possible in Infinite Dimensions."


    Orson, hearing the ongoing bickering, didn''t want to tell them it was actually a legendary three-piece set.


    "Level 20... I mean, if I''m lucky, I should be able to take a legendary weapon into battle," Orson smiled wryly, uncertain whether Veijander had tricked him.


    Wild Gale: "Looking forward to your performance, Guild Leader."


    Texas Musk: "We need the melee king to lead us to victory!"


    Gingerbread House Gatekeeper: "Yes, with the melee king, taking down three or four strongholds will be a piece of cake. Please carry us!"


    "Melee King?"


    Orson looked confused.


    "Hehe, stop chatting, hurry up, you''re thest one we''re waiting for!" Bradleyughed mischievously.


    Many new faces had joined the guild, but Orson couldn''t ept the title they had given him¡ªhe wasn''t sure what went wrong.


    Orson entered Pondenorlin City, heading straight for the Dwarven cksmith''s shop.


    Standing at the door, Orson furrowed his brows because he noticed... the cksmith''s shop was closed!?


    "Shit!! Does this game have any normal NPCs at all!?"


    Orson was enraged, seriously doubting that the damn dwarf had failed in crafting and had run off with his Elven Diamond.


    Not willing to give up, Orson, filled with rage, kicked the door.


    It wasn''t even locked?


    Walking into the dark cksmith''s shop, Orson began feeling around: "You damn dwarf,e out and face me!"


    "Here already?"


    A tired voice responded. Orson froze, almost disconnecting in fright. In the corner, he saw a dark figure, nearly scaring him out of his wits.


    Upon closer inspection, it was that damn dwarf, Veijander.


    Turning on the magical light, the workshop became much brighter.


    Veijander looked exhausted, bloodshot eyes, chugging beer into his stomach.


    "Failed?" Orson asked, seeing his disheveled state. He had originally nned to confront him, but seeing Veijander in such a sorry state, Orson couldn''t bring himself to be angry. At least Veijander hadpensated him with the Will of the Battle Beast. Even if the crafting failed, he could always find more materials and try again. Eventually, he''d get it right.


    "Done."


    Veijander shook his head, crossed his short legs, and began an ultimate humble brag, "I didn''t expect it to be so easy. Maybe it''s because the equipment level is too low, and it wasn''t difficult for me."


    "Shut up," Orsonughed helplessly, letting out a long breath of relief.


    ording to Veijander, he had never crafted equipment with relics as the mainponent. His estimated sess rate was only 40%, but the actual crafting sess rate turned out to be 80%, likely due to the hidden properties of the relics doubling the chances.


    Veijander handed the equipment to Orson. It was a brilliant blue staff, slightly extravagant in design, with the Elven Diamond embedded at the tip.


    Holy Power Staff ¡¤ Holy


    Quality: Legendary


    Level: 20


    ss: Mage


    Spell Power: 600


    Attack Speed: 1.1


    Crit Rate: 15%


    Effect 1: Reduces skill cooldown by 30%.


    Effect 2: 20% chance to trigger two extra normal attacks/skills.


    Set Activation - Unique Awakening Skill: War Roar


    Effect: Consumes 1000 MP to grant allies a Roar aura. Within 10 minutes, critical damage is doubled, life recovery speed is doubled, and life leech increases by 5%. Cooldown time: 30 minutes.


    "This skill is quite powerful!"


    Orson''s heart raced. The staff perfectly inherited the attributes of the Elven Diamond, with top-tier base panel stats for its level.


    But the most insane part was the War Roar aura skill.


    Doubling critical damage¡ªif paired with Bradley, his double crits would trigger double crit damage, which would be incredibly frightening.


    Add in the Fox n essories, with the awakened skill Swiftness, reducing cooldowns by 10%, and the staff''s 30% cooldown reduction... the Roar buff''s downtime would be just a few minutes.


    It was a game-changer in group battles, greatly boosting the strength of guild members.


    For Orson, with his Fox n''s awakened skill Thunderp¡ª100% crit rate for one minute¡ªif stacked with the War Roar''s double crit damage¡­


    In just one minute, Orson was confident no guild could withstand his relentless assault!


    The other two pieces of Holy Power armor were also great, with stats surpassing his Fox n Robe and shoulder armor.


    The 20% resistances were raised to 30%, with significant increases in defense and health.


    However,pared to the legendary staff with the word "Holy" in its name, the armor clearlygged behind by more than one level.


    After equipping the new gear, Orson checked his character panel.


    Name: Orgod


    Race: Human


    Level: 27


    Spell Power: 920


    HP: 5700/5700


    MP: 49200/49200


    Attack Speed: 1.3


    Agility: 40N?v(el)B\\jnn


    Defense: 240/30% resist


    Crit Rate: 28%


    Range: 4922 meters


    Remaining Attribute Points: 350


    Remaining Skill Points: 100


    He spent the 350 attribute points he had umted, adding 180 points to attack power, bringing his panel attack to 1100.


    The remaining 170 points were distributed evenly between health, agility, and attack speed.


    Attack speed reached over 2.0, allowing him to attack twice per second. This high attack speed was beneficial for Chaos Chain, and the staff''s multi-strike effect required frequent damage output to trigger.


    Health increased to 6000,parable to an average A-level ss.


    Agility was raised to 60, with a 2% increase in crit rate, reaching a total of 30%.


    After putting on the new gear, Orson packaged and listed the three pieces of Fox n Mage Set for sale in the auction house.


    After finishing these tasks, Orson opened the cksmith''s door and prepared to meet up with the guild members.


    However, just as he opened the door, his expression changed slightly as he saw several old acquaintances from the SSR guilds blocking his way.


    "Sorry, Orson. You won''t be able to participate in this stronghold battle."


    Wedge smiled at him, but there was a flicker of coldness in his eyes.

 Chapter 71 71: Caught Again

    "Orson? I don''t know him, get out of my way!"


    Seeing the SSR group, Orson waved his hand impatiently, pretending to be "Boss Bai" and pulling some distance between them.


    "We''ve been tracking you for a long time. We saw you change your disguise outside the city. Stop acting," Wedge said with a lightugh, calmly staring at him, with no immediate intention to act.


    Orson''s expression shifted slightly; it seemed like they had some kind of leverage. Given the output he had disyed so far, he could easily send the SSR group to the respawn point, but Wedge, being the scheming woman she was, wouldn''t be unaware of this.


    "Master, I think you''ll disrupt the bnce of this battle, it''s better if you don''t participate," Snow Dream stepped forward, speaking calmly.


    "Master?"


    Orson furrowed his brows and chuckled mockingly. "I''m not worthy to be your master, Snow Dream, the main member of SSR and the annual Neer King."


    Snow Dream''s cheeks flushed. She had risen through the ranks of SSR all thanks to Orson''s personal guidance. But she knew she had deeply hurt him¡ªher involvement in the match-fixing scandal was undeniable.


    Snow Dream didn''t respond, but her silence, still maintaining the confrontation, clearly showed where her loyalty stood.


    "Why waste time talking to him? Let''s just move already!" Reaver snorted, wearing legendary armor and speaking with the confidence of someone at the top.


    Orson''s eyes turned cold, and with a smirk, he said, "I''ve told you, not only will I participate in this base battle, but I''ll make sure you don''t capture a single point."


    Orson waved his hand and casually removed his imperial robe disguise.


    Reaver''s face changed in an instant, his voice filled with shock. "The number one on the legendary weapon list, it''s in this bastard''s hands?"


    To surprise his old foes, Orson had chosen to remain anonymous on the gear leaderboard, but now, it seemed there was no need for secrecy.


    "Not just the legendary weapon; he''s also wearing two pieces of armor."


    Wedge''s face turned serious as she noticed Orson''s gear¡ªtwo other legendary items, the 20-level Power Sanctum Shoulder Pads and the Robe, also ranked number one on the armor sub-list.


    Currently, a single legendary piece was worth a fortune. SSR wasn''t one of the wealthiest guilds in Infinite Dimensions, with only two legendary items in total¡ªone in her hands (the staff) and the other on Reaver''s body (the battle armor).


    Not to mention that Orson had a full set of three legendary items, significantly enhancing his practicalbat abilities.


    "The Power Sanctum Legendary set with the Fox n Hero set, 3x3 double-activation skills... I could walk all over Pondenorlin City with these," Orson said, exuding confidence.


    "Who dares to stop me?"


    Orson''s tone remained emotionless, and as he walked out of the cksmith''s shop, his aura became so powerful that it left the SSR members feeling suffocated.


    "I dare!"


    A loud shout came from behind Orson. He turned cold as he saw a level 20 thief trying to sneak attack from behind.


    "Just one person?"


    Orson''s mind raced. Although the SSR group was powerful, they had already experienced total team wipes before. So why would a single thief dare to sneak up on him? Something was off.


    Orson activated his Sun Shield to block the attack. The thief''s damage was ineffective.


    The thief, known as "Gold Farmer No. 17," grinned, suddenly feinting a move and quickly throwing a concealed weapon.


    This trick was nothing to Orson. He easily predicted the flying trajectory of the weapon with a single basic attack.


    But, unexpectedly, after his attack hit the weapon, the Chaos Magic Ball shot straight through it and struck the thief.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Critical Hit -1900!


    Burning -4800!


    "Gold Farmer No. 17" was easily killed.


    Orson raised an eyebrow. The hidden weapon had struck him as well, but instead of simply dissipating, it grew like it had a life of its own, rapidly expanding into a pair of white shackles that tightly locked his hands.


    This felt oddly familiar... wasn''t this the magical inhibitor shackles he had been bound in before when he was caught by NPCs?


    [Warden] Special Skill: [Mana Seal Cage] Triggered!


    You will be unable to use any attacks, items, or skills for 20 hours.


    Orson''s heart sank as the message appeared, his face showing a hint of confusion. "The Thief Hidden ss [Warden]? One of the worst 20 hidden sses in Infinite Dimensions?"


    The [Warden] ss was indeed weak, with a mere E-rank rating. Not only did it offer little in terms of stat boosts, but its special skill, [Mana Seal Cage], could only be used once in a lifetime.


    Orson had seen this ss on the forums before and had thought it was basically useless. Anyone who picked this hidden ss was essentially throwing away their chances.


    Orson shook his head. "Infinite Dimensions doesn''t have bad sses, just bad yers who don''t know how to make use of them."


    "Not bad, just go talk to the management for your characterpensation," Wedge said, gesturing toward the thief''s corpse, which had already been deleted by the yer.


    "Hahaha¡­ finally caught you? Try to call for backup again, you arrogant bastard!"


    Reaverughed maniacally, confident that, no matter how strong Orson was, he was now trapped and helpless.


    "We''ll tell Annly about this great news. Let that fool enjoy it for a while," Reaver sneered.


    "What top-tier magic user? The so-called Phoenix guy, now reduced to a chicken ready for ughter?"


    "Shut up, show some respect, guys. We owe our current SSR to him, don''t forget," one of the SSR membersmented.


    Orson remained calm despite their taunts. He had dealt with far worse in his past. After all, he had once been ndered as a match-fixer, enduring the wrath of millions of online trolls.


    "Using my teammates as pawns just to trap me for 20 hours," Orson smiled grimly. "Nice strategy."


    Wedge was no stranger to dirty tactics. She had been the one who framed Orson for the match-fixing scandal. Without cunning, she couldn''t have pulled that off.


    "Since you''ve managed to form your own guild and have all this good gear, you must be pretty wealthy by now?" Wedge smiled sweetly, a victorious glint in her eyes.


    "Your sin value should be over 5000, so we should get a lot of good stuff from you."


    Reaver, his bloodlust evident, eyed Orson as he drew his dual des and stepped forward to finish him off.


    Suddenly, a sharp wind de sliced between Orson and Reaver, creating a jagged line on the ground.


    Reaver red, "Are you crazy?"


    "Watch your mouth, Reaver. We agreed only to trap him and stop him from entering the base battle. Are you nning to go back on your word?" Snow Dream''s voice was stern, as she raised her staff.


    "Fake, hypocritical bitch, get out of my way!" Reaver shouted, ignoring Snow Dream''s warning as he charged toward Orson.


    "I said, no!"


    Snow Dream''s voice was ice-cold as she summoned a gust of wind. The [Wind Envoy] ss ability activated, greatly enhancing herbat strength.


    "Sorry," Wedge gave a signal to her teammates, and six high-level yers positioned themselves in front of Snow Dream.


    "Still lying to me? Wedge, do you even have any credibility left?" Snow Dream''s face turned pale as she red at Wedge.


    "This is serious. I''ll exin everything to youter." Wedge''s expression turned hard, signaling Reaver to act.


    "Ha, still talking about credibility with this woman. Pathetic."


    Orson didn''t show any fear as Reaver charged at him. With a cold look, he nced at Snow Dream and said, "Stop pretending. Our rtionship ended the moment you joined the match-fixing scandal."


    Snow Dream''s face drained of color. His words hit her like a lightning strike, shattering thest vestiges of hope she had.


    "Son of a bitch, die!!!"


    Reaver roared, his dual des glowing with enchantments as he swung them in a devastating arc.


    Orson''s lips curled into a smile, and just as the dual des were about to strike his face, he waved his hand. "Sorry, we''ll see each other in 20 hours."


    In the blink of an eye, Orson vanished from the battlefield, forcibly disconnecting from the game.


    "Vanished? How is that possible?"


    The SSR members stood frozen in shock. They couldn''t understand why a yer could disconnect mid-battle like that.


    Even if someone pulled the plug on their game system, their character would remain in ce for five minutes as a penalty to prevent yers from using disconnections to avoid death penalties in battles.


    "Damn it, that idiot didn''t inflict enough damage to trigger abat state."


    Wedge''s face darkened as she quickly realized what had


    happened. She hissed, "Get the gold farmers to stand guard at his respawn point. The moment he logs back in, we kill him!"

 Chapter 72 72: What If I Die?

    Sigh... this is relentless.


    Orson sighed and opened the game pod door, stretching his stiff limbs. After being immersed in the game for so long, even the support from nutrition fluids couldn''t fully make up for the difort.


    He was ustomed to the world where reality and virtual reality blended together. But the world of Infinite Dimensions always gave him a false sense of perfection, like a beautiful thing that was easily shattered. yers in Infinite Dimensions could die without consequence, but the real world, where the blending of the two worlds urred, was far more fragile.


    It was just dawn outside. Orson stretched, heading to the fridge in his vi to grab a bottle of milk for some quick energy.


    The vi provided by Radiant Shuttle had a beautiful view. Orson stood by the pool, enjoying the sight of the rising sun. The warm sunlight on his face made him feel at peace.


    Before long, Bradley started spamming messages nonstop.


    Orson walked into the house and grabbed his phone.


    "I swear... Orson! Can you be a bit more reliable? We''ve all been teleported to the Savage Mountains, where are you?" Bradley''s frantic voice came through the phone.


    Orson smiled and replied, "Well, I''ve been red-carded and sent off. You might have to handle the base battle without me."


    "What!? What did you do this time?" Bradley was startled and angry.


    Orson exined what had happened earlier, and Bradley cursed loudly, insulting Wedge and the rest of the SSR team thoroughly.


    "Don''t worry, it''s not toote. I''ve been offline for 20 hours, and the base battle willst for a full day," Orson reassured him.


    Bradley paused for a moment. "Wait, the portal guide will disappear in an hour. After that, you''ll have to walk to the Savage Mountains. Are you sure you can make it in four hours?"


    "It should be enough. You guys just do your best. Even if you can''t reach me, I''ll still be watching your live stream," Orson replied.


    "You''re not nning to watch us fail, are you? Madman said at least four or five guilds are going to target us. Even though Bradley''s strong, we''ll be outnumbered," Bradley said, sounding worried.


    The base battle for Infinite Dimensions was a major event of the year. The game''s publishingpany, along with major global streaming tforms, would be broadcasting live, marking the rise of top guilds from various regions. Over 500 million viewers were expected!


    "Well, if we fail, so be it. Each death gives us 500 bucks, and each kill gives 1000 bucks. Let''s make it count, and empty out my pockets," Orson teased, eager for the chaos.


    Orson figured that since he couldn''t participate in the battle directly, it would be a great chance to train the guild members. Godyer was still mostlyposed of neers, and fighting in actual battles was the quickest way for them to improve.


    "That''s the spirit! If I''m going to die a hundred times, I''ll do it for you!" Bradley cheered up instantly at the thought of the reward.


    After breakfast, Orson decided to text Sienna. He heard she was feeling better today, so he decided to take her out and watch the base battle together.


    As he was on his way to the hospital, themercial district was filled with giant posters promoting the Infinite Dimensions base battle.


    Infinite Dimensions, the battle never ends!


    This ordinary Saturday morning had already overshadowed almost all other entertainment events.


    Getting out of the ride-hailing car, Orson spotted Sienna standing in her casual clothes. Her perfectly delicate face and slender figure were drawing attention from passersby, almost like a celebrity.


    But her face was unnaturally pale, which worried Orson. The day of her surgery was drawing nearer, and he didn''t want to think of any bad oues. He could only force a smile, trying to push his worries aside.


    "Hey, your brother''s here."


    Orson reached out, about to call out to her, when suddenly, an excruciating pain shot through his right eye again¡ªthe same shback from the other world he had experienced before!


    The pain was so intense that Orson almost passed out. He braced himself against his knees, trying hard not to fall down.


    Is my eye going blind?


    Gritting his teeth, he cursed under his breath, pulling up his phone''s camera to check his eye. A faint blue light swirled over his eyeball, and for a moment, Orson thought it was just a hallucination.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    "You can see me, right¡­"


    "Aren''t we both walking the same path..."


    A voice echoed in his mind, and suddenly, a ck-haired young man appeared before him, covered in blood, yet wearing a bright smile.


    The figure appeared to move through pedestrians, and in the next second, he stood in the middle of a blood-soaked battlefield.


    A thick ck mist filled the battlefield, and the young man let out a maddened scream: "You pests, die! Die! DIE!"


    He wielded a ck battle spear and hurled it into the ck mist. A brilliant light exploded, and the ground cracked beneath it, causing a deafening roar!


    Orson''s heart raced as he recognized the creatures in the mist¡ªhuge, terrifying Heavenly Demons.


    He had seen these creatures before, they had ughtered countless trial-takers.


    Thousands of Heavenly Demons were wiped out by the ck battle spear, and a ray of hope broke through the darkness. But before long, even more demons appeared, crushing the flickering hope.


    "You... Who are you?" Orson tried to speak, but no words came out.


    The scene grew even more terrifying. The young man, knowing his time hade, still wore a cruel smile.


    Then, with a swift motion, he gouged out his left eye, followed by his right eye.


    Two silver beams of light shot into the sky, temporarily pushing the demon army back.


    Next, the young man knelt on the ground and reached into his chest to pull out his heart, shedding blood tears as he softly whispered, "Find the gift I left for you. Take my hope with you, and live..."


    "Hello? Bro? Are you okay?"


    Sienna''s concerned voice snapped him out of his trance. The hallucination vanished instantly.


    "Why are you crying?" Sienna tilted her head at him, taking out a tissue to wipe his tears.


    Orson gave a self-consciousugh, wiping away the tears, but still feeling a strange, burning sensation, as if his left eye was linking two different dimensions.


    "No, nothing. Let''s walk in the park first, and then watch the game."


    Orson smiled, trying to regain hisposure.


    "I want ice cream. You buy it for me."


    "You can forget about that, you''re having surgery in a few days."


    On the way to the park, Orson felt distracted. He kept thinking about the young man he had seen.


    Who was he? Why did he say they were "walking the same path"?


    Could he also be someone who was reborn like him?


    But the young man''s attire was nothing like a modern person''s.


    It was all too strange. Too much of a coincidence.


    The Super God-grade Soul Seal he had obtained was called Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye, and it was his left eye that caused the pain and hallucinations.


    Orson began to suspect that he might be merging with his character from the game.


    For others, this would sound like something out of a science fiction novel. But for someone who had experienced a fusion event before, it wasn''t that surprising. It was just a matter of time.


    After all, the existence of Infinite Dimensions itself was already something unbelievable.


    Orson absently reached out his hand, trying to cast a Chaos Magic Ball...


    "What are you doing? Just don''t eat it if you don''t want to!"


    Sienna, walking ahead, got a smack on her bottom and turned around with a face full of embarrassment, ring at Orson.


    Then, with a quick motion, she kicked him from behind.


    The twoughed and yed around like usual in the park.


    Orson couldn''t help but smile at her carefree attitude. It was hard to imagine how he had gotten through the five years of his past life.


    On the park bench, Orson bought her some cotton candy andzily basked in the sun.


    Sienna suddenly got up, tossed the stick away, and shamelessly leaned into his arms. Orson shot her a look. "Got something to say? Stop trying to be cute. No ice cream for you!"


    "Big brother, what would happen if I didn''t make it?"


    "Didn''t make it? What are you talking about?"


    Orson was momentarily caught off guard, but Sienna propped herself up and seriously stared at him, saying, "I mean, if the surgery fails, and I..."


    "Fail?"


    "Yeah, as in... kick the bucket!" Sienna rolled her eyes and pouted.


    Orson was momentarily speechless. He tried to avoid this heavy topic by feigning anger, but Sienna wouldn''t let him off the hook. She looked at him seriously, saying, "Can you promise me you won''t give up on yourself? You have to live well."


    Orson didn''t know


    what had gotten into her, but he had a strong feeling that this silly girl had some premonition of what wasing.


    "I promise you, okay...?"


    "Ahh! I knew it, you''re going to throw a tantrum!"


    When Sienna saw the change in his expression, she immediately jumped up and ran off.


    Orson sighed helplessly and looked at her retreating back, silently thinking, No matter if I''m reborn once, ten times, or a thousand times... I won''t let you die in front of me again.

 Chapter 73 73: Will Orson Dare to Fight?

    The Savage Mountains were vast and wild.


    In the US battle zone, there were three battlefields, over a thousand guilds, and ny-nine territories up for grabs. This was not just a battle¡ªit was a bloodbath, a bloodied feast.


    Who would im the throne and be the king?


    Who would dominate Infinite Dimensions?


    At the center of the esports stadium, giant screens disyed the battle live, with a crowd of onlookers gathered in a small area. Orson and Sienna found a seat together.


    "OMG! Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s Usher kills over a hundred enemies in less than an hour!"


    "Just a six-man team, do they really n to take down a guild-controlled stronghold?"


    On the screen, Usher, holding a golden bow, looked like the legendary archer Hou Yi descending to the mortal world. He shot an arrow, and a magical light burst forth, sending the front-line tank yers flying with immense force.


    At a distance of a hundred meters, Usher managed to target the leader of the opposing guild within a mass of yers.


    -900!


    Crit: -1800!


    Crit: -1800!


    ...


    Four arrows in one second, a force to be reckoned with. He even killed the Viper guild leader in one shot!


    "An S-ss Saint Archer is incredible! I heard this hidden ss is just as powerful as a dual S-ss hidden ss!"


    "That attack speed is terrifying, it''s over 3.5! He not only knocked back a tank shield wall, but the arrows also have ssh damage, hitting four mages and leaving them crippled!"


    Thementators exchanged nces, clearly impressed, but this was expected. Usher had spent an entire day and immense resources creating a full set of level 15 legendary gear.


    Dragon''s Kiss Guild was a powerhouse, backed by a top-tier financial conglomerate, and naturally, it had be the darling of the Infinite Dimensions official live broadcasts. The stream was mostly showing Dragon''s Kiss Guild attacking strongholds.


    "Kill them!"


    Usher''s expression was cold as he pointed at two advanced guilds under the Viper banner.


    There were only six of them, but they had the ambition to conquer the world of Infinite Dimensions, supported by overwhelming strength!


    "Death Hail!"


    Ivy, d in her hero armor, swung her blue magic staff. The six-pointed magic star shimmered with a cool blue glow.


    A cold aura filled the air as a st rang out. Ivy cast her B-ss spell, Death Hail.


    Hundreds of huge snowballs fell from the sky, immediately knocking down arge group of enemy yers.


    Skysher led a charge, breaking through the enemy lines with his cavalry tank. The two worked together in perfect coordination, their offensive power overwhelming Viper guild members like wheat being cut down.


    "How are we supposed to fight this?!"


    The Viper guild leader had just been revived by a priest and was immediately knocked down again, his teammates dropping like flies around him.


    He wasn''t badly equipped either, with three pieces of hero-tier armor, but in terms of both skill andbat power, the six opponents easily crushed them.


    "Retreat... retreat! We can''t take Dragon''s Breath Fort, damn it, they''re all top-tier god-level yers!"


    Other guilds, originally nning to target Dragon''s Breath Fort, saw the overwhelming strength of Dragon''s Kiss Guild and immediately changed course, attacking other strongholds instead.


    "Usher and his six-man team have secured Dragon''s Breath Fort! Not a single soul dared to challenge them!"


    "Spending 10,000 reputation points to build the outer wall was a smart move."


    "This is a stronghold that''s easy to defend, difficult to attack. Dragon''s Kiss Guild has thoroughly prepared, and no other guild will break in."


    "Yes, but clearly Usher''s ambitions don''t stop here. Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s other members are heading to the First Battlefield. The strategy guide shows that the First Battlefield has the most strategic value."


    Usher, dressed in brilliant silver legendary armor, stood proudly on top of the stronghold. With the influx of reputation points, the once barrennd began to turn into a wooden city.


    "I''ll leave this to you. Strategic Trickster, don''t disappoint me. I''ve got some scores to settle with Godyer." Usher spoke indifferently.


    "Don''t worry, I''ve got this. Anyone who dares approach will die," Strategic Trickster responded confidently. The epic rank Soul Seal had boosted his power to the point where a single bow was enough to intimidate any guild trying to steal the stronghold.


    The live stream cut to the First Battlefield!


    Dragon Mountain stronghold, said to be the site of an ancient battle in Infinite Dimensions, was once ruled by a Dragon Emperor, giving it its name.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "Damn it! No matter how many I kill, there''s always more! How the hell are we supposed to win against this?!"


    A voice cursed loudly, leaving thementators stunned. The yers watching the stream burst outughing.


    "Unbelievable, Money Traveler, the Light-Dark Swordmaster, killed 134 enemies¡ªhigher than Usher!" onementator eximed.


    "He''s so strong! A melee yer managed to kill more enemies than a ranged one!"


    In the chaos of Infinite Dimensions, front-line melee fighters were always the most disadvantaged profession. Their short reach made it hard to hit fragile enemy yers, and they also had to absorb damage for the team.


    But Light-Dark Swordmaster was different. With skills that extended further than most melee characters, his dual crit abilities made him a deadly threat even to tanky yers.


    Dragon Mountain stronghold was one of the threergest strongholds with the most resources, and Madman spared no expense in deploying his forces here.


    Even Godyer was turning heads, with Bradley leading the charge. Thanks to their top-tier gear, they wiped out two guilds in one hour and took control of the stronghold.


    Meanwhile, the remaining lifestyle yers, under Madman and Wild Gale''s leadership, tried to steal other strongholds to prevent Dragon Mountain from falling into enemy hands.


    Money Traveler sat on arge rock, looking down at the crowded enemy forces. At least three guilds were closing in on him, and the pressure was mounting.


    His Bloodthirsty Captain set was already stained red, its passive ability, Endless Bloodlust, increasing his lifesteal with every kill.


    "Bro, don''t move, I can''t heal you anymore," the priest called out.


    Bradley stood up, evading the healing spell. He shot the priest an irritated look. "Hurry up with that curse, I''m going back in!"


    The priest, d in the hero set Orson had given him, looked formidable, but the goat next to him was puzzling.


    "Okay, bro."


    The priest sighed, casually casting Healing on the goat, the green light shining brightly.


    He then cursed Bradley with a healing debuff.


    -999


    He healed the goat again, cursing Bradley again, reducing his health further.


    The goat, though seemingly ordinary, was actually a neutral creature the priest had picked up on the roadside. In Infinite Dimensions, neutral creatures had terrifying health, with over 300,000 health points, making them perfect "sacrificial" targets for triggering the Cursed King ability.


    This strategy had been developed with Bradley: once the priest''s curses started to work, they could greatly reduce the chance of failure and keep Bradley alive for longer.


    Once Bradley''s health dropped to 90%, other healers would top him off.


    This allowed Bradley to cut through enemy lines without any trouble. He was a one-man army, no one could stop his devastatingbat power.


    "Iron Cavalry: Something''s wrong. These guilds aren''t fighting each other. They''ve joined forces, haven''t they?"


    Below Dragon Mountain, three guilds had formed a 500-yer medium-sized army, all of them ring at Bradley.


    "Damn it, this S-ss is ridiculous. We''ve lost half our men. It''ll be ten minutes before we respawn."


    "Don''t panic! They''ve only got one Money Traveler to deal with. The rest are trash."


    "Orgod isn''t here either. This fake match organizer''s guild¡ªeveryone''s stepping on them."


    The enemy guilds had turned red with rage, seeing their massive losses in the battle. They hadn''t expected to lose so many men, especially with Orgod absent.


    "Kill them! Godyer must fall!"


    The leader of the attacking army shouted as hundreds of tankers charged up the mountain,unching their final assault.


    "Just you guys? Get out of my way!"


    Bradley, his health restored, leaped from the rock, like a thunderstrike in the middle of the enemy formation. His twin des were enchanted, and his killing spree was unstoppable.


    "Stop showing off, you fool, I''ming!"


    Iron Cavalry yelled, charging with his guild members to support Bradley, doing their best to secure the entrance to the stronghold. Otherwise, the enemy''s numerical advantage would soon be overwhelming.


    Bradley was ughtering his way through enemies, with no one being able to stand against him. But he was also being focused by the enemy''s


    backline DPS, and his health fluctuated dangerously.


    "This is awesome!"


    He consumed a Resistance Potion, feeling the pressure lessen. His des fused together as he activated Great Sword Mode, standing still and absorbing health from every hit, like an immortal god of war.


    Suddenly, a sharp arrow shot toward him. Bradley''s face turned pale as he tried to block it with his sword.


    ng! He was pushed back a few steps, but that golden arrow split into five midair, each one homing in on him.


    -600


    -600


    ...


    The split arrows caused 3,000 damage in total, sending Godyer''s priests scrambling to heal him, nearly losing their strongest fighter to a single shot.


    "Not good, Usher''sing! Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s army is on its way!"


    Bradley''s eyes narrowed as he saw a thousand-man army approaching in the distance.


    "Dragon''s Kiss Guild!"


    "Dragon''s Scale!"


    "Dragon''s Soul!"


    The names of five different guilds, all beginning with the word "Dragon", were now part of Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s sprawling empire.


    Usher, riding a ck steed, looked like a demon lord descending upon the battlefield. He shouted, "Let Orsone out and fight!"

 Chapter 74 74: Orgod Has Logged In

    "I, Usher, offer him a chance to duel me one-on-one. If he wins, I will leave with my team immediately."


    Usher stood with an aura of unmatched dominance. His expression was like that of a noble prince, and the way he spoke exuded confidence, as if victory was already within his grasp.


    "Despicable bastard!" Iron Cavalry''s voice rang out in anger.


    "Usher, I''ll f**k your sister!" Bradley cursed vehemently. He knew exactly what Usher was doing¡ªtaking advantage of the fact that Orson wasn''t online, making it look like Orgod was too scared to face him in battle. This was all just to create the illusion that Orgod was inferior, even though everyone knew otherwise.


    "Oh? Seems like the Triple Crown Champion has his moments of fear. What a shame," Usher shook his head and waved his hand, raising his divine bow high. "Kill!"


    "Kill! Kill! Kill!" The sound of themand echoed, and Usher''s thousand-man battle squad surged forward with overwhelming momentum, their presence so intimidating that it felt like it would break through the screen and leave viewers in awe.


    Madman, who had the authority tomand, quickly recognized the iing threat and sent Bradley a message to retreat. "We need to fall back to the Fengqi stronghold. We can still fight there."


    "I''m so pissed off! I''ll personally chop Usher into pieces!" Bradley roared, his anger evident.


    "Calm down, Bradley. The game has just begun. We''ll turn things around once we find the right opportunity," Madman replied, trying to steady him.


    Bradley took a deep breath and swung his enchanted greatsword, cutting down any enemies in his way. With Iron Cavalry and others, they swiftly retreated to their stronghold, then moved down a side path to escape.


    "Ha! Running without a fight¡ªeveryone, remember this is the style of Godyer!"


    "Such trash! How dare they upy Dragon Mountain? Pathetic!"


    "Make way for Usher! Dragon''s Kiss Guild is here to dominate!"


    Amidst the ridicule andughter, the guild that had previously surrounded them cleared the way, willingly handing over the stronghold to Dragon''s Kiss Guild. At that moment, it seemed like the number one yer in Infinite Dimensions had already been decided.


    "Let''s take a look at the live chat."


    "Yeah, thements are about to be hrious."


    "Godyer is a guild founded by a former champion, but they''re gettingpletely crushed in this battle. I didn''t expect the Triple Crown Champion to be missing, though."


    Twomentators, with malicious intent, began to stir the pot, their faces filled with disdain.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    "LOL, the Godyer leader isn''t even online for the stronghold battle. 66666!"


    "F*ck Orgod, I thought that trash was going to rise, but looks like I was wrong."


    "Haha, maybe the eSports association banned Orgod, the strongest of Godyer."


    The broadcast team worked hard to keep the chat moving, and the screen was flooded with an avnche ofments. The crowd erupted into harshughter.


    Orson, who had been silently analyzing the situation, was suddenly interrupted when Sienna reached out and covered his eyes, not wanting him to see the ongoing ridicule.


    "It doesn''t matter. Let themugh if they want to. I don''t care," Orson said calmly, brushing Sienna''s hand away with a gentle smile.


    Sienna, visibly frustrated, huffed. "I don''t know who they are, but stronghold battlesst all day. Just because they''ve taken the lead doesn''t mean they can hold it."


    "Besides, there are five strongholds around Dragon Mountain. It''s not a good thing that they''ve taken this one first," Sienna added, her voice full of conviction.


    Orson smiled knowingly. Though Sienna didn''t have time to y the game, she kept up with the Infinite Dimensions forums and had a keen insight into stronghold battles.


    The fighting continued, with Dragon''s Kiss Guild, SSR, ughter, Moonlight Guild, and other top-tier guilds shining brightly on all three battlefields. The live streamers knew exactly what the audience wanted to see, so they asionally cut to scenes where Bradley and his team were getting beaten up.


    Despite their excellent equipment and tactics, Bradley and his team couldn''t withstand the overwhelming numbers. They would often take a stronghold, only for multiple guilds to attack them within ten minutes.


    During this time, Bradley had killed over four hundred enemies, ranking first in kills, but he had died more than ten times. Several times, he had been left stranded without being healed by their little priest, Stewart.


    When a yer dies repeatedly, their respawn time increases, which made Bradley and the team even more vulnerable.


    Orson watched quietly, knowing that constant failure could push people to their limits, ultimately bringing out their true potential. The battles served as an excellent training ground.


    "Hit and run. We retreat, and when theye after us, we''ll hit them again. If they won''t leave us alone, we''ll make them go mad!" Madman had had enough. His strategic training kicked in, and he used ssic guerri warfare tactics¡ªhit the enemy hard and then retreat, only to circle back when they least expected it.


    Godyer''s members scattered, forming smaller groups to harass the other guilds. After taking a stronghold, they didn''t get greedy. Instead, they would retreat, wait for their enemies to take the bait, and then ambush them.


    At the same time, they racked up kills to gain merit points, which could be exchanged for rare items. This "hit-and-run" strategy was infuriating to their enemies, but there was little they could do to stop it.


    Madman understood that this strategy wouldn''t allow them to hold a stronghold for long. If they stayed inside, they''d be targeted by Usher and other guilds, and without the strength to stand firm, they couldn''t make any progress.


    "Godyer is done for. The stronghold battle ends in eight hours, and they haven''t even captured one point. The game''s already lost for them," a yer from another guild taunted.


    "Triple Crown Champion? More like a clown. He''s too scared to even fight in a stronghold battle. He should go back to ying Infinite Dimensions."


    "Even if he does show up, what can he do? Infinite Dimensions is not like Sword and Conquest. His time has passed."


    As the barrage of hatefulments continued, it felt like "today" was the day the "haters" had been waiting for.


    Sienna''s face turned bright red with anger. She was so upset that she couldn''t even eat her food. She quickly paid the bill and urged Orson, "Hurry up and go back. I want to see you win. If you lose, you''d better watch out, I''ll beat you up!"


    "Alright, alright, no need to push me," Orson said with a helpless smile. He still had some time before his magic seal could be broken, but he couldn''t argue with the girl''s persistence. He sent her back to the hospital and returned to his vi.


    He brewed some tea, took a bath, and everything seemed peaceful. Orson wasn''t in a rush at all. He even made himself a bowl of instant noodles before lying down to sleep.


    Beep, beep, beep...


    The rm clock went off, and Orson washed his face, prepared himself, and entered the game pod right on time.


    "Looks like... we''re about to lose."


    Madman''s voice sounded tired, and he hated to admit it, but it was the truth. The three battlefields and ny-nine strongholds had been fiercely contested. He had led his team to every single one, and while everyone had earned plenty of merit points, they hadn''t captured a single stronghold. Without a stronghold, all their efforts were for nothing.


    "ShatteredCrown: ''In thest 30 minutes, you guyse to the Wangtian Pond. I''ll give it to you.''"


    Madman was surprised. He knew the King Family was allied with Orgod and had taken two strongholds already, but he didn''t expect them to be so generous.


    "Madman: ''Even if I ept, that guy won''t.''"


    "ShatteredCrown: ''Why not?''"


    "Madman: ''He''s too proud. I might ept, but he won''t.''"


    ShatteredCrown had nothing to say in response. After all, with Orgod''s pride, he would never ept something like that without a challenge.


    "I''ll try breaking through elsewhere," Madman sighed.


    Most guilds had already reached a consensus: if they captured any stronghold, the guild next to them woulde to their aid in defense. Godyer was being treated like an enemy. No one wanted them to grow stronger.


    "F**k!" Bradley swung his sword through a massive tree, venting his frustration. He wore a golden title above his name, "Thousand-Kill Enemy," a prestigious title for ying over a thousand enemies, but he couldn''t enjoy it.


    "I''m about to lose it. I think I''m just going to wash up and go to bed," the God of Iron Cavalry muttered, yawning.


    Just as everyone was on the brink of despair, a familiar notification sounded.


    Beep...


    "Your friend Orgod is now online."


    A sudden surge of energy spread through the group. Orgod had logged in.

 Chapter 75 75: The Crimson Lizard King

    "If you don''te soon, we''re done for!" Bradley eximed with excitement, immediately shouting in the guild channel.


    Madman: "Can you even make it in four hours? Most of us have died seven or eight times already, and the revival penalty is going to be long."


    "Don''t panic. Go find a stronghold and hold it down as best as you can, just try to stall until I get there."


    "Alright! We''ll go all in!"


    Madman exhausted all his tactics, unable to find hope for aeback, but he believed in the unpredictability of a certain ''crazy'' yer¡ªhe was confident that Orson would have something up his sleeve!n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "Everyone, stop AFKing! Quickly check the mini-map and gather at my position!"


    Madman shouted with all his might. He had never taken such a big hit during his time in military school; he couldn''t swallow his frustration now!


    Texas Musk: "I don''t know what to say. What use would a few people be?"


    Iron Cavalry: "To be honest, we should wait for the next stronghold battle. There''s no hope now."


    "Shut the hell up! Iron Turtle, you coward! If you''re afraid, just leave now!" Bradley retorted angrily.


    Upon hearing Bradley''s outburst, the other guild members fell silent.


    Iron Cavalry, though, looked helpless. They were stuck in an entirely passive position, and now, even with the guild leader online, morale was at an all-time low. They knew that if they showed any sign of weakness, multiple guilds would jump on them.


    "Don''t worry, Bradley. Let''s follow the guild leader''s instructions¡ªjust hold a stronghold if we can," Madman said, trying to calm Bradley down. They had to make the most of this one opportunity.


    Madman: "Don''t lose heart. The guild leader has said it¡ªwhether we die or kill, we still get paid. You really want to miss out on that?"


    At these words, a smile appeared on the faces of Iron Cavalry and the others.


    That''s right!


    Even if they died, it wasn''t a loss. There was no point in dwelling on whether they''d be crushed or not.


    The Godyer members quickly went into action. Meanwhile, Orson appeared in front of the cksmith''s shop.


    "You have triggered the hidden quest¡ªThe Untold Legend!"


    "Find the Holy Soul Seal: Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye."


    "Find the Divine Soul Seal: Titan''s Heart."


    "Clues: Unknown."


    "Failure Penalty: Unknown."


    Orson was taken aback as soon as he logged in. A new quest had appeared in his task list¡ªThe Untold Legend.


    "This is impossible!"


    Orson''s scalp tingled. He hadn''t been online recently, and had not gone through any special events¡ªso how did he trigger the follow-up quest for the Super God-grade Soul Seal?


    And on top of that, this was one of the highest difficulty quests in Infinite Dimensions! Was this something even a yer couldplete? Orson felt suspicious.


    An unease began to gnaw at him, especially considering the scene earlier that morning¡ªthe ck-haired boy had said it was a gift for him.


    "Damn! This bastard really logged in!"


    "The Magic Suppression Cage effect should have worn off. What do we do?"


    "Quick, inform Ziyue the guild leader¡ªThe match-fixer''s back online!"


    A few barking voices interrupted Orson''s thoughts as he noticed more than ten SSR gold farming guild members standing around him, not even participating in the stronghold battle.


    These were just like the gold farmers from his past life¡ªyers from SSR who weren''t valued by the guild. Their purpose was simply to serve the big shots and ensure they had food on their te.


    Orson knew well how hard the gold farmers worked, and he didn''t want to make their lives any more difficult.


    "We outnumber him, who cares! Let''s do this!"


    "Is that the former pro yer? The one I hate the most is these pro gamers!"


    To Orson''s surprise, these yers¡ªseemingly not fearing for their lives¡ªpulled out their weapons, eager to fight him.


    "Can''t me me for this," Orson sighed lightly.


    The front-line knight raised his shield to block damage, while the back-line priest was ready to heal. Several archers also took aim, unleashing a barrage of arrows to try and lock down his movements.


    Two earth mages began casting spells to slow him down. Orson shrugged, clearly uninterested in dealing with their antics.


    He cast Chaos Magic Ball, and it collided with the knight''srge shield. The four elemental effects triggered.


    Crit Damage Reduction -1400!


    Burn -4700!


    Dead.


    The under-equipped knight was easily dispatched, even with his shield up. The Chaos Magic Ball''s burn damage still got through.


    The gold-farming guild members gaped in disbelief¡ªone basic attack killed a B-tier Holy Knight?


    Orson casually waved his hand, and a dark red Chaos Star materialized. He summoned a me Dragon, and as the Holy Power Sanctity Staff glowed, two more me Dragons emerged from the magic circle.


    "Double skill split?! Every single skill has full damage?"


    All the yers who witnessed this scene were left in shock. Three me Dragons descended, sweeping through the area, sending everyone within a 50-meter radius flying.


    Hundreds of fireballs flew in the air, ruthlessly shredding any living targets.


    "Is that... Orgod?! Why is he not participating in the stronghold battle? He''s so damn strong!"


    "What a waste. With such power, he doesn''t even dare to step onto the stronghold battlefield. Now the whole inte''sughing at him."


    Some bystandersmented as they watched him turn and leave.


    Orson walked out of Pondenorlin City. Since the teleportation NPC had vanished, he could only choose to run through the map.


    The map of Infinite Dimensions was vast, and the Wild Mountains were located on the border of the Light Dragon Empire. Without a teleportation array, even running for ten hours would still not be enough to reach it.


    So... Orson decided to fly there instead!


    Death Mountain, level 30 elite monster area.


    Orson climbed to the peak, where a cluster of winged lizards appeared before him.


    Crimson Lizard: Level 30


    HP: 50,000/50,000


    Attack: 750


    Skills: Bite, me Ball


    These creatures had red heads, and their necks could releaserge areas of me balls when they attacked. They were adept atunching surprise attacks while flying.


    Several Crimson Lizards spotted the intruder and screeched as they stood on the cliff.


    Orson raised his staff, and Mud Pit cast a slowing effect. Two stone vines formed a crisscrossed dome, trapping the small monsters and preventing them from flying.


    With an attack speed of 2.0, Orson fired off two basic attacks per second. He cast Chaos Magic Balls, easily clearing out the Crimson Lizards.


    Suddenly, a low growl echoed as a muchrger lizard, twice the size of the regr ones, flew above Orson.


    This giant lizard pped its wide greenish-white wings, sending the smaller monsters fleeing. It exuded the intimidating aura of a sky ruler.


    Crimson Lizard King: Level 30


    Elite Creature


    HP: 300,000


    Skills: Rapid Speed, me Controller, w Rip


    The Crimson Lizard King opened its mouth and spat a brown sticky liquid. Before the liquid even hit the ground, it turned into a terrifying fire pir. The heat caused the ground to crack.


    Orson smiled calmly. The skill was simr to the Dragonkin''s signature breath attack¡ªjust much weaker.


    He activated Whisper of the Wind, summoning a me Dragon.


    The Crimson Lizard King reacted quickly, dodging the me Dragon''s strike and circling overhead, attempting to incinerate Orson.


    Orson sidestepped the fire pir, and with the aid of Whisper of the Wind, began kiting the creature.


    Frustrated, the Crimson Lizard King charged down, using its w Rip skill.


    "Wind God''s Sigh."


    Waves of green energy spread, and the wind quickly intensified, forming a green whirlwind that pulled the Crimson Lizard King from the air.


    Smash Damage -20,000!


    The Crimson Lizard King crashed to the ground with a scream. Orson immediately backed up and continued hitting it with basic attacks.


    A gray chain appeared, and Chaos Chain triggered, delivering double true damage for five seconds!


    True Damage Double Crit -2,200!


    True Damage Burn Double Crit -9,300!


    Under the berserk damage, the Crimson Lizard King was reduced to low health.


    At this point, Orson suddenly stopped and summoned a blood contract, which appeared in mid-air like a magical contract.


    This was part of the Basic Beastmastery he obtained from Veijander¡ªbasically, it was a Beast Taming Contract.


    Seeing the blood contract, the Crimson Lizard King let out an angry roar. It spouted a fire pir to destroy the contract before it could fully materialize.


    "Your Beast T


    aming level is too low. The sess rate for taming an elite boss is under 3%."


    The system message appeared, but Orson didn''t avoid it. He activated two Sr Shields to block the damage.


    The higher the level of the monster, the harder it was to tame. Orson had anticipated this, but he had the patience to exhaust the Crimson Lizard King.


    "Mounting Tool No. 1, you''re not listening."


    Orson shrugged helplessly, pulling back and waiting for the Crimson Lizard King to passively recover its health.


    When it reached 20,000 HP, Orson hit it with a basic attack. The Chaos Fire spread, and the giant lizard howled in pain.


    Another blood contract flew toward it, only to be destroyed again.


    This continued for half an hour, and the Crimson Lizard King was left with no mana, yet it still couldn''t pose a threat to Orson.


    "Mounting Tool No. 1, this is yourst chance. Make the most of it."


    Orson''s patience was wearing thin. If it didn''t work, he would just tame a smaller elite monster, where the sess rate was higher.


    The blood contract appeared again. This time, the Crimson Lizard King hesitated. As a me Controller, it had been tortured so much that its body was scorched, with no good flesh left.


    It was humiliated but had to admit: the human in front of it had the strength to crush it!

 Chapter 76 76: Despair

    The Blood Contract glowed brightly and entered the Crimson Lizard King''s head, causing its health to rapidly regenerate.


    "Congrattions! You have sessfully formed a Beast Contract with the Crimson Lizard King!"


    A gray Beast Icon appeared on Orson''s interface, indicating the unlocking of his Battle Beast feature.


    Looking at the Crimson Lizard King, now docile like a silly goose, Orson took out a rare saddle from his bag: Will of the Battle Beast.


    The saddle was pitch ck, with a war g of the gray dwarf king and four ancient battle drums hanging from it.


    Orson mounted the Crimson Lizard King, and as he did, the sound of drums rang out, stirring the blood of anyone who heard it. The voice of a ghostly fireboy echoed in the air, creating a perfect bnce of grandeur and ferocity.


    "Here Ie."


    Opening his mini-map and marking the Wild Mountains, the Crimson Lizard King soared into the air, spreading its seven to eight-meter wingspan, and with a swift whoosh, it flew over Death Mountain.


    First Battlefield¡ªThe Godyer guild fought fiercely. Under Madman''smand, the defense line of the guild World Dominators was torn apart.


    Bradley snapped to attention, raising his sword and roaring: "Damn it, let''s kill them!"


    Iron Cavalry, Wild Gale, and other melee yers quickly followed, charging into battle against the three hundred strong guild members of World Dominators.


    With the help of the small priest''s curse healing, Bradley''s stats doubled, and he dove into the enemy ranks like a thunderp, cutting through them like a force of nature. It was no exaggeration to say he was unstoppable!


    Madman led his Assassin Team¡ªa group of twelve¡ªin stealth, sneaking into the enemy stronghold to target the enemy''s backline DPs, who were hiding behind their tanking yers.


    The World Dominators guild wasn''t weak, but they were facing a group of lethal yers.


    The top ten Rookie Kings, led by Iron Cavalry, were all notorious kill machines from various MMORPGs. Every yer was a skilled technical expert, and they weren''t afraid to fight more than one enemy at a time.


    "Real men don''t run! Let''s have another fight!" The leader of World Dominators shouted as he and his surviving troops retreated, but not before dering that Bradley and his guild should wait for them.


    Bradley and his team smirked. "These guys are obviously running to call for backup."


    This wasn''t the first time it had happened. Variousrge guilds had attempted to encircle them in the past. They never left them an escape route.


    "Hold the line," Madman sighed. With just two and a half hours left in the stronghold battle, they still hadn''t seen Orson''s return. Even though they shouted in the guild chat, there was no response from him.


    "Hold until the end, we''ll get the revived yers toe to Chaos Rampart as quickly as possible," Bradley said.


    At this point, their only option was to hold out¡ªthey had no other choice!


    "Whoever''s gear broke,e over here to get it fixed," Madman shouted.


    In the stronghold battle, no equipment or experience would drop upon death, but if a piece of equipment was repeatedly attacked, it would eventually break, requiring repairs at the cksmith.


    Twenty or so yers gathered around, and Madman couldn''t help but sigh. "I don''t have that much gear left. Here, just take these."


    With that, Madman tossed a bunch of blue-quality items out of his bag, at least ten pieces.


    "Gold? Vice guild leader, you''ve been dropping gold?"


    Arge bag of gold coins came flying out as well. The yers were momentarily stunned, but Madman quickly snatched the bag back, coughing awkwardly. "Uh, forget you saw that!"n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "Seriously? You really know how to steal? No wonder their backline was dying so slowly¡ªI thought you were looting stuff," Bradley messaged privately, cursing Madman for being underhanded.


    Madman: "Shut up, I''m just practicing my skills for my Master Thief ss. It''s all for leveling up."


    Madman clearly felt guilty. The S-rank Master Thief ss was notorious for being hated by others, so he didn''t want to draw too much attention to it. If they weren''t in the middle of a stronghold battle, he would''ve gone after the World Dominators'' guild leader, who had purple equipment earlier.


    "Damn it, we''re finished!"


    "With this many enemies, are they here for the stronghold battle, or just to wipe us out?"


    In just ten minutes, enemies from three guilds had surrounded Chaos Rampart. World Dominators yers, who still had survivors, were also among them.


    "Where''s Orgod? Tell him toe out and face me!" A woman''s voice caught Madman''s attention, and he frowned.


    "What''s going on? Who are these people from the L&H Guild? Why are they here to attack us?"


    ElderEsctor: "I''ve been holding onto my grudge since that rookie vige incident. I''ve been waiting for this day!"


    "Ugh¡­ Orson, what the hell did you do? This woman really holds a grudge, doesn''t she? Is she counting that rookie vige incident?" Bradley groaned.


    "Haha, ElderEsctor is getting stronger and stronger. How could we not be there for the street rat hunt? The SSR vanguard guild is here!" ThunderStrikeughed.


    "Damn it! SSR is here!"


    The guild members froze, and the atmosphere dropped to freezing point.


    SSR was a household name in the US, one of the top esports clubs. yers who made it into SSR were all elite-level pros, a far cry from the previous guilds they''d fought.


    Madman''s expression changed. His strategy of winning with fewer numbers heavily relied on the fact that their main fighters were seasoned veterans.


    But against SSR, he felt somewhatcking.


    "Why are there so few of you?" ElderEsctor scowled at Wild War, as SSR had only brought one small battle group, with yers only in their early twenties.


    "Don''t worry, the main forces are still behind. After we take the fourth stronghold, the guild leader will join us," Wild Warughed.


    "The fourth stronghold¡­"


    The Godyer guild members sucked in a breath of cold air. They hadn''t even secured one stronghold, while their opponents had already taken four!


    While SSR couldn''t match the financial power of the top guilds, their numbers were overwhelming, with almost all members being pro yers, each with far superior battle skills than regr yers.


    Sieging and taking down ordinary yers was basic for SSR members.


    "Why aren''t they attacking immediately?" The small priest asked weakly.


    Madman stared into the distance, his face grim. "Those bastards are stalling for time. They want to wait until thest minute of the stronghold battle and crush us, leaving us with no time tounch another attack."


    "Where the hell is Orgod?" Madman privately messaged Orson again.


    "How many enemies are there? Are SSR and Dragon''s Kiss Guild here?"


    Orson, who had been silent for some time, finally responded. Madman''s face changed. "SSR has brought a small team, but their forces¡­ there are probably about 1,100 of them. What the hell did you do to make so many people want to kill you?!"


    If Orson had been there, Madman might''ve been tempted to strangle him.


    Thinking back to the initial n where they expected four enemy guilds, Madman now wished he could p himself.


    At least seven guilds were already against them, and more were gathering!


    "That number isn''t too bad. I didn''t do anything really, honestly¡­ maybe it''s just my charm," Orson sent back with a "thinking seriously" emoji.


    "Shut the hell up!" Madman cursed.


    On the other side, Orson was dealing with a tricky situation, which was why he hadn''t been able to respond right away.


    Having a flying mount was every yer''s dream, but the skies of Infinite Dimensions were far more dangerous than the ground. A moment of inattention could cost you your life.


    Riding the Crimson Lizard King, it seemed unbeatable in the sky, but in reality, it was still vulnerable.


    As he reached the edge of the Wild Mountains, he was ambushed by a Bloodline Dragon.


    Though it was just an elite monster, it was level 50 with 200,000 HP¡ªfar stronger than the Crimson Lizard King.


    Orson retaliated, but just as they were fighting, a massive Leviathan Beast appeared.


    This creature, resembling a giant whale, was thousands of meters long, covered in monstrous white scales. It inhaled and lightning crackled, as if it could devour the sky itself.


    The Leviathan Beast casually devoured the Bloodline Dragon with one bite, then shot through the sky with a sh of lightning, disappearing from view.


    Orson was drenched in cold sweat. The Leviathan Beast was a beast of domain-level power¡ªording to the lore, it


    had once been a pet of the ancient Titans.


    Meanwhile, back at the First Battlefield, a white-robed woman riding a white horse entered the Chaos Rampart, and the crowd erupted into cheers.


    "S-Rank Spirit Priestess! No wonder SSR can dominate, they''ve only lost less than ten yers so far."


    "US Region''s top priest, no way Orgod is on her level."


    "My goddess, how can she be so beautiful?"


    The one who arrived was Wedge, leading SSR''s battle group!


    Wedge, already a high-profile esports star with immense beauty, drew the adoration of fans, especially the "hardcore" ones, who rushed to take photos with her.


    Wedge smiled gracefully, handling the fans with poise, greeting each person and posing for pictures.


    "The game is nearing its end, has Orgod logged in yet?" a gentle voice asked.


    "My God, are you kidding me¡­"


    The Godyer guild members felt a chill run down their spines, and then Dragon''s Kiss Guild and SSR appeared together in the distance.


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 Chapter 77 77:Bradley Cant Stand It

    "Everyone knows, Orgod''s notorious deeds¡ªhe may havee from SSR, but his existence is nothing but a stain on SSR''s reputation."


    Wedge''s face was full of sorrow, and this scene was broadcast to the national audience, causing everyone to empathize with her.


    With a sigh, Wedge softly spoke, "The eSportsmunity doesn''t need the false glory he brings, and neither does Infinite Dimensions!"


    "Well said, Wedge!" Continue your journey with empire


    "Anyone standing with Orgod is insulting US eSports. Godyer members, quit the guild!"


    At the same time, an announcement appeared for everyone to see, and Usher coldly spoke: "Does Orgod dare to face me in a fair battle? Just beat me, and I''ll give you a stronghold."


    Usher and Wedge rode side by side, looking like an inseparable couple, truly an enviable sight.


    They exchanged a smile, their acting skills wless.


    "I''ll protect Orson''s honor!"


    "Sorry, Madman. I can''t take it anymore."


    Bradley clenched his sword with a determined expression, tears welling up in his eyes. Only he truly understood how much Orson had endured over the years.


    Madman wanted to stop Bradley from stepping in, but he didn''t know what to say.


    Their goal wasn''t just to crush Godyer¡ªit was to destroy them mentally, to expose Orgod for what he truly was, and make him the enemy of all yers¡ªaughingstock, a clown!


    "I''ll fight you!" Bradley suddenly shouted, his voice full of momentum, resounding across the battlefield.


    "Bradley, go!"


    "Maybe he has a chance against Usher!"


    The Godyer members perked up. Even though Usher was equipped with a full set of level 15 legendary gear and was an S-rank Holy Archer, Money Traveler''s stats, who had earned the title of "Thousand Kills," were no slouch either.


    And they had a hidden trump card!


    Female Dorm God''s Soul Seal, [Left Hand of the Curse King], would boost Bradley''s attributes beyond everyone else!


    "Usher''s not that easy to deal with. In previous battles, he hardly fought, but his kill count has already passed 600."


    Madman muttered to himself, his expression serious.


    If Usher were just a rich yer, that''d be fine, but his skills were at a near-professional level.


    "Light and Dark Swordmaster, 1 on the kill board?" Usher stared over, shaking his head, "You''re strong, but you''re not the opponent I''m looking for."


    "Do you think you can challenge Orgod? First get past me!"


    Bradley jumped forward and charged straight into the battlefield. His impressive movement speed stunned other guilds.


    Madman: "Stay close and fight, don''t let him kite you! Be careful!"


    "I got it." Bradley chuckled coldly, his boosted stats giving him great confidence. If they were mobbed, they had no chance, but a one-on-one duel might just allow them to hold their ground.


    "Say something! Dare you face me?" Bradley pulled out his dual light and dark swords, getting into an aggressive stance. His "Thousand Kills" title shone above his head.


    "Usher, don''t underestimate him! This guy just took down twenty of us in one go, almost killing with a single blow!" WD''s guild leader warned.


    Usher looked back at him indifferently, his eyes full of disdain. Skysher scoffed: "Don''tpare my boss to you trash."


    "Fine, then don''t go back on your word. The stronghold belongs to us." WD''s leader gritted his teeth, saying, trying to suppress his anger.


    "Of course, I always keep my word," Usher said with a faint smile.


    This was a garbage stronghold at the edge of the first battlefield, but Usher didn''t care. His purpose was clear: topletely obliterate the so-called Godyer guild and ruin Orgod''s reputation once and for all.


    "I may have influence in the army, but in this game world, I''m the true god!" Usher sneered inwardly.


    Usher elegantly dismounted from his horse and took up his golden bow: "Still not giving up? Fine, I''ll indulge you."


    "You''re not in the best shape, are you? Since it''s a fair fight, let me help you out."


    Wedge smiled and waved her staff to cast: "Mana Dispersion."


    Bradley was shaken as two beams of light enveloped both him and Usher, removing their buffs.


    "Damn, that sneaky woman! This is bad!"


    Madman and Female Dorm God exchanged looks, cursing under their breath. They had hoped to use the curse buffs to mess up Usher, but Wedge had seen through it.


    Usher wore all level 15 gear, while Bradley''s [Bloodthirsty Warlord] set was 20-level, but legendary equipment at level 15 outssed 20-level hero gear.


    Even though both were powerful S-ranked yers, Usher was level 24, and Bradley only 21¡ªBradley was at a disadvantage in terms of level.


    "Trying to y mind games? You''re still too young."


    Reaverughed mockingly, noticing the sharp drop in Bradley''s movement speed, meaning the ck debuff on him was strong.


    Bradley''s face darkened, and he tightened his grip on the sword. Even though the buffs were gone, it didn''t shake his confidence.


    He charged at Usher, knowing that his only chance to win was to force the opponent into a close-range fight!


    "Golden Split Arrow!"


    Usher grinned and used the golden bow''s awakened skill. This was the skill that had previously caused Bradley so much trouble.


    Bradley charged forward at full speed, staying calm when the golden arrow came for him. With sharp focus, he swung his dark sword to block it.


    Swish!


    The arrow split into five mid-air, and all five came straight at him again.


    "Reverse sh!"


    Bradley quickly shed three times with his holy sword, the divine light dazzling as his speed exceeded his normal limit.


    The three split arrows turned into dust, and he leaned forward, dodging one arrow while using his high health to tank thest one.


    -900


    Usher raised his brows. Bradley''s ability to block the arrows surprised him; previously, he had never blocked a single one.


    "Such thick health!"


    Usher felt uneasy. 900 damage, and Bradley only lost a sliver of health? This was abnormal!


    Onlookers gasped, watching as Bradley, with a murderous expression, charged at Usher. He swung his sword.


    -700


    "Damn it, no crits! Legendary equipment really is broken!" Bradley cursed.


    "9800 health? That''s even higher than the tank knight''s!"


    "How is a guy in a purple set have so much health? Did he put all his points into health? But his damage isn''t bad either. He just hit Usher for 700!"


    Skysher and the others were stunned, realizing that this guy was no joke.


    "You''re actually good, I''ll admit that. But you''re not the opponent I''m looking for." Usher said calmly, stepping back, trying to create some distance.


    "Run, damn you!"


    Bradley swore, using his Wind Thunder Step to keep up with Usher''s speed.


    "Lion''s Cleave!"


    "Deadly Strike!"


    "Crush Magic Combat Art!"


    In a short time, seven or eight skills came down on Usher, a dizzying array of attacks.


    "This guy... how many skills does he have?"


    "Even if he has the money to buy skills, how does a warrior with limited mana use so many skills?"


    The crowd was in shock. Though many of Bradley''s skills missed, he still took a lot of damage from Usher''s counterattacks.


    "Fancy tricks, all useless."


    Usher backed off casually, his agility over 200 points, able to perform unbelievable dodges and maneuvers.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    "You don''t understand anything."


    Bradley''s eyes shed with killing intent, undeterred by missing his skills.


    Usher''s face changed slightly as he realized something was wrong.


    His movement speed was much higher than Bradley''s, but he couldn''t shake him off¡ªhe was being relentlessly pursued and dragged into sustainedbat.


    "He''s using skill-based movement... this guy! He might actually win!"


    Madman was stunned, realizing that Bradley, despite his previous cluelessness, had actually figured out how to handle Usher''s attacks.


    "Light and Dark Unite."


    Bradley''s eyes sharpened.


    He closed in on Usher,bining his swords into one massive sword and unleashing his ultimate skill!


    The terrifying cross-shaped sword beams were unstoppable.


    Double Crit -1400!


    Double Crit -1400!


    "What the hell... is Usher about to be killed?!"


    "Never seen anything like it. This white-haired swordsman is so strong!"


    Even in legendary gear, this kind of damage was enough to overwhelm anyone, even Usher of Dragon''s Kiss Guild!


    Usher''s expression froze as he was forced to retreat.


    Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s leader was killed?!


    The yers were all stunned, unable to believe their eyes.


    Bradley stood proudly in front of Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s army,


    shouting: "Who do you think you are, challenging me and Orson?! Damn you!"


    "I... I must be hallucinating?"


    "Why... are there three Ushers?"


    Before Madman and the others could cheer, a cold voice came from behind Bradley:


    "Is this how you think you''ve won?"

 Chapter 78 78:A Hundredfold Revenge

    Bradley turned stiffly, his eyes wide with shock. Usher''s body was still on the ground, but now there were two other Ushers standing beside it.


    "Holy Archer Technique: Holy Clone."


    Both Ushers spoke in unison, their faces calm with smiles. "To force me to use my hidden skill, you should be proud."


    "This¡­" Bradley was speechless, his face pale.


    Two identical golden bows locked onto him, and the storm of arrows forced him to stand still, unable to escape.


    With a furious roar, Bradley tried to resist, but in the end, he couldn''t escape death.


    Usher looked at the fallen body with a smile. "Wedge, please revive him. He doesn''t seem to have learned his lesson."


    Wedge raised her staff coldly and revived Bradley, but his health was only at 10%.


    Bradley cursed, "Damn it, Usher¡­"


    "Still not convinced? Then let''s continue." Usher''s cruelty left Godyer''s memberspletely dumbfounded.


    "This is what happens when you go against Dragon''s Kiss Guild!"


    The battle announcer gloated, and yers from other guildsughed mockingly.


    Another priest revived Bradley, only for him to be shot down by two more arrows¡­


    "Kible but not humiliated! You bastard, go save Bradley!"


    Madman''s eyes turned red with fury. Though Money Traveler often stole his girls, Usher and the others'' actions were downright despicable.


    "This is too much! This isn''t a fair fight!"


    The small priest and others were livid, and even knowing they would die, they charged out of the stronghold with Madman.


    At that moment, a golden text shed, interrupting everyone''s actions. It was an area-wide announcement.


    "If you can win in a fair duel, it will be your skill."


    "But if you stand by and watch my brother get bullied, I, Orgod, will return the favor a hundredfold!"


    The sound of monstrous roars reverberated, and everyone''s faces changed in shock as they looked toward the horizon.


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    Boom, boom, boom!


    The sound of war drums rumbled from a distance, with a primal, ancient feel.


    The drums seemed toe from ancient times, and as the frequency increased, they began to resonate with the heartbeat of the listeners... boom, boom!


    In an instant, an overwhelming sense of oppression swept across the entire first battlefield!


    "The Three-Time Champion¡­ Orgod!" Someone in the allied army shouted, and everyone''s faces were filled with surprise and fear.


    That man, he had arrived!


    Despite being alone, it felt as though he brought an army of millions, just because he had once built an esports dynasty. That was all!


    "Where are the haters now? Speak up!"


    "Why are the haters quiet now? Aren''t you good at talking trash?"


    "666... Orgod''s entrance isn''t ordinary, but what can he do?"


    "Oh, the fake match king is here to save the day. I''m so scared!"


    On the live stream of the stronghold battle, the barrage ofments flooded the screen, and the battle reached a new peak!


    A dragon-like creature flew by, with a person standing on its back. His appearance sent the audience into a frenzy, and whether they were haters or fans, everyone was ecstatic.


    The Three-Time Champion, missing for 22 hours, had appeared at this very moment!


    Such a dramatic scene left even the threementators stunned.


    "A flying mount???"


    "Holy crap, that''s a level 30 elite boss! He actually tamed it as a battle beast!"


    "The battle beast feature isn''t unlocked until level 35, but how is he already using it at level 26? If this isn''t cheating, I''ll eat shit upside down!!"


    On the first battlefield, the yers surrounding Godyer went crazy.


    While most yers were struggling to run around on foot, and only a few wealthy yers could afford mounts, this guy above had not only a flying mount but a flying battle beast!


    Usher''s expression shifted, and he frowned at Wedge. "This is what you said, he can''te?"


    "I said, theoretically he couldn''t."


    Wedge furrowed her brows, just as shocked as everyone else. She had no idea how Orgod had done it, even taming an elite boss.


    "Take that bastard down. This isn''t his ce to show off!"


    ElderEsctor from L&H Guild, who had a grudge with Orgod, smirked at him, "You dare kill my beloved ElderEsctor? I''ll show you what happens when you mess with me. It''s just one person, don''t you dare do anything about it?"


    The other guild members snapped back to reality. They were so many, with the main forces of SSR and Dragon''s Kiss Guild supporting them.


    No matter how strong Orgod was, he was still just one person plus a boss¡ªwhat was there to fear?


    Hundreds of magic beams and arrows shot toward the sky. Orgod remained calm, and Crimson Lizard King pped its wings, rising to over 200 meters.


    As expected, most of the attacking yers had limited range, and once their attacks exceeded the range, they missed, losing their uracy.


    "Damn, a flying battle beast... he really knows how to use it!"


    Madman couldn''t help but smile in admiration as Orgod toyed with the enemy''s hundreds of ranged DPS yers.


    "You can''t change anything by yourself, Orgod."


    Usher said.


    Wedge added, "That''s right. This game doesn''t need your involvement, and SSR doesn''t need someone like you. Please show some self-respect."


    "Coordinates: 321.82, Dragon''s Kiss Guild formation," Bradley suddenly shouted.


    "What do you mean by giving coordinates?"


    Ivy looked confused, and Skysher shook his head. "We have so many people, no matter what tricks he pulls, today Godyer will be disbanded!"


    "Coordinates: 266.133, L&H, WD, and a gathering ce for random yers."


    Bradley ignored them and continued reporting coordinates.


    Bradleyughed loudly, adopting a heroic tone, and shouted again, "Old bro, go ahead and shoot at me!"


    "Got it, good job, you idiot." Orgod replied with a smile, shaking his head.


    Then, his expression turned serious, and the dark red hexagram rapidly expanded.


    Usher and the others looked up and saw a strange red glow emanating from it, making it hard to breathe.


    "Isn''t this the technique that wiped out Saint yer Syndicate?" Usher''s eyelids twitched as he sensed danger.


    People from Saint yer Syndicate had imed to be wiped out by an unknown attack, but from the analysis of the skillset, Usher strongly suspected it was Orgod.


    "Spread out, everyone, spread out!" Usher shouted,manding his guild to stay as far away from the hexagram''s coverage as possible.


    "It''s toote."


    Orgod''s voice seemed like a death knell, spreading across the battlefield.


    "Godfall¡ªHeaven''s Descent!"


    Orgod''s long hair fluttered wildly as his staff became a star-like light, glowing intensely, and his magic power boiled.


    "Fall¡­ Meteorite!!!"


    A massive meteorite, wrapped in chaotic mist, fell from the sky with sparks and lightning.


    Seeing this, even without their guild leaders''mands, the yers below instinctively began to scatter in fear.


    "Don''t panic, everyone gather around me!"


    Wedgemanded.


    Thebined forces of SSR and Dragon''s Kiss Guild quickly gathered around her, and over a hundred shield bearers raised their shields to protect the rear.


    "Divine Blessing."


    Wedge chanted, and holy light enveloped everyone around her. This magic was also A-level, greatly reducing iing damage for a short time.


    "You''re really unlucky. Even with 20% dual-casting, you still ran into this."


    Orgod smiled slightly. The Holy Spirit Priest was strong, butpared to him, she was still far behind!


    His eyes glowed with intensity, and with a flick of his hand, he dominated the battlefield!


    Before the first meteorite hit the ground, a second one appeared. This time, even Wedge''s face changed.


    Then, the third meteorite appeared from the chaotic hexagram. Wedge felt a chill run down her spine as a hint of panic shed in her eyes.


    Even though she had immense confidence in her protective skills, could they really stop this kind of quasi-curse level attack?


    "What the hell is this? How do you y this game? Even if you exploit a bug, it''s not this terrifying!"


    The yers from the other guilds didn''t have a Holy Spirit Priest to help, and over a thousand yers were terrified, running like ants on a hot pan, desperately trying to escape.


    This level of magic attack, how was it any different from the ss-level forbidden spells described on the official website?


    If they didn''t run, they''d be dead for sure!


    "Keep shouting, then. Shout it out loud."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Orgod said calmly, ruthlessly striking L&H Guild as his first target.


    ElderEsctor: "What the hell is this bastard doing¡­?"


    Boom!


    A deafening explosion sounded as the meteorite shattered into countless fragments,


    scattering in all directions. yers screamed as they fell to the ground in an instant.


    Hundreds of damage numbers scrolled across the screen, and at least two hundred L&H yers were killed either by direct hits or by the scattered debris.


    Orgod''s achievement points skyrocketed, and in just one encounter, he climbed into the top 100 of the kill leaderboard, his ranking rapidly rising!


    "Come get your revenge. Do you insects even deserve it?"


    Orgod sneered, looking indifferently at L&H Guild.


    The ants are dead, the giant doesn''t need to care.


    The second meteorite crashed into the SSR Dragon''s Kiss Guild alliance. Under the protection of the holy light, the meteorite didn''t shatter, but most of the damage was blocked.


    Seeing this, Orgod smirked. He quickly sped up the third meteorite, crashing it into the first one. The collision erupted with a burst of blinding light.


    Boom!


    The two meteorites exploded, sending chaotic fragments in all directions, recklessly harvesting the lives of the enemies.


    Over two thousand yers from several guilds were hit, and less than half survived!


    This was still the result of the meteorites''rge size and long descent time, which gave many yers a chance to escape. Otherwise, hardly anyone would have lived.


    Madman: "This is getting crazier each time. I''m stunned."


    Female Dorm God: "My godbro is invincible! Ha ha ha! SSR''s thighs, I''m hugging them!"


    Iron Cavalry: "Looks like¡­ we''ll be dying the resignation for now."


    Wild Gale: "This yer is unbeatable. No matter how many times he dies, watching this firework show is worth it."


    Godyer''s members collectively swallowed. To them, Orgod wasn''t even human anymore. His output was so overwhelming that even NPCs would be stunned!


    When the dust settled, the battlefield was filled with souls flying about, a scene reminiscent of tadpoles searching for their mother.


    "Eh? This didn''t kill them? What the hell!" Madman screamed in frustration.


    To their surprise, Usher and Wedge hadn''t died.


    The elite members of their guild were badly injured, but they quickly recovered, with no serious damage to the core of their army.


    Orgod wasn''t surprised. He sighed lightly, "Level dropped by five, skill effects doubled. The Holy Spirit Priest is really annoying as long as she''s willing to rebirth with experience."

 Chapter 79 79: In My Name

    "Wasn''t she level 24? How is she only level 19 now?"


    Madman looked at Wedge, who looked a bit worse for wear, puzzled.


    In fact, when the Meteor Strike hit, Wedge made a bold decision.


    She deliberately removed all her equipment protection, allowing Usher to shoot her down with one arrow.


    Then, she used her Holy Spirit Priest''s exclusive skill to revive, at the cost of losing five levels, temporarily boosting all her attributes by two times. This allowed her to barely survive Orgod''s berserk output.


    "This is A-level Earth Magic, Celestial Descent, arge-scale AoE effect."


    "Even though I don''t know how he managed to replicate two identical skills, I can tell the cooldown for this one is very long."


    Wedge''s mental fortitude was impressive as she immediately analyzed the strengths and weaknesses of the opponent''s skills.


    "Take this opportunity to strike! The S-ss Light-Dark Swordmaster idiot is dead, and it''s just Orgod now¡ªthere''s no way they can turn things around!" Reaver said in a low voice.


    "Yes, it''s better that some annoying pests died, we can still take a stronghold," said DonutWizard, holding a red staff, looking disdainful.


    The other SSR yers nodded. They were ambitious, and if they took five strongholds, their achievement would be enough to rival Dragon''s Kiss Guild!


    Apart from the other guild yers who were fleeing, they still had over a thousand members in their alliance, each one a battle-hardened elite. This force was enough to tten any guild in the first battlefield!


    A mere Godyer guild remnant was nothing to fear!


    "Riley, what do you think?"


    Wedge''s sharp gaze turned to Snow Dream, who had been silent since the stronghold battle started, but her kill count was already up to five hundred.


    Snow Dream looked up at the dragon shadow in the sky as if talking to herself, "He doesn''t do things without confidence. His appearance means he''s ready."


    "Confidence? On the first battlefield, I am the confidence!" Usher snorted coldly.


    SSR''s members exchanged confused looks, but Usher slowly said, "I''m disappointed in you all. You''re not better than me."


    "Damn it, can''t you speak properly? Without our guild leader, you would''ve been crushed by a meteor!" Reaver snapped angrily.


    "Shut up, Reaver."


    Wedge coldly interrupted and then smiled sweetly at Usher. "Not being able to trap Orsonpletely was my mistake, but I believe Usher''s methods and foundation will make it a minor issue."


    After hearing these words, Usher''s expression softened. He looked at the SSR members indifferently. To him, these professional yers were merely tools to be used.


    In the SSR guild channel:


    Reaver: "This bastard is no different from Orson, an arrogant fool!"


    DonutWizard: "Forget it, stop talking. No need to argue with the rich, foolish masters."


    ¡­


    "Currently, yer range is limited. Does Usher have any tricks to take him down?"


    Wedge asked curiously, her face showing a naive smile, while Snow Dream cursed under her breath.


    Wedge was not only scheming but also exceptionally good at disguising her true intentions. Her coy, charming demeanor was hard for most men to resist.


    Usher remained calm, ignoring Wedge''s yful tone, and snapped his fingers. "How is the progress on the barrier?"


    "Boss, we''re almost ready!"


    A female yer from Dragon''s Kiss Guild answered, nked by three other 20th-level mages.


    With most of Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s battle members over level 23, these lower-level members stood out.


    "A-level Hidden Profession, Barrier Master?"


    Wedge''s eyebrows furrowed. She had researched this profession but couldn''t get any solid intel. It seemed Dragon''s Kiss Guild had four of them!


    ording to the Infinite Dimensions setting, the Barrier Master ss had mediocre offensive and defensive stats, making it almost useless for solo yers.


    However, Barrier Masters could set up magical barriers that not only provided mass defense but could also trap enemies and continuously damage them.


    The only downside was that setting up a barrier took time, and the best solution was for multiple Barrier Masters to work together.


    "Barrier Magic: Fury of Winter."


    The female Barrier Master chanted, and the other three followed suit. A frosty hexagram enveloped the battlefield, and four light curtains rose, causing snowkes to swirl and the temperature to plummet.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "Damn, why is it snowing?"


    Madman reached out to touch the snowkes, and immediately took 50 damage as his arm began to freeze.


    "Great, now Barrier Masters havee out." Orson stood on top of Crimson Lizard King, with his Sun Shield above him like an umbre, blocking the snowkes.


    "Crimson Lizard King''s flight altitude is reduced due to the effect of the barrier."


    The light curtains began topress, and Crimson Lizard King''s flight height began to drop, now limited to about 100 meters above the ground. Orson raised his hand and sent a simple attack.


    MLSS!


    "This barrier is restricting movement, with frostbite and slowdown effects," Orson muttered, frowning.


    The battlefield began to shrink, and Crimson Lizard King''s movement was severely restricted, unable to go much higher than 100 meters.


    Usher sat calmly on his ck steed, raising his hand to signal Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s SSR alliance to enter the barrier.


    "Boss is amazing! I knew there was a reason we had so many Barrier Masters. I didn''t expect them to be used like this!" Skysher eximed.


    "Usher really is something," Wedge said with a smile, and the SSR members were all a bit surprised. They had always looked down on wealthy yers, but this man seemed different.


    His intentions were clear¡ªhe wanted to limit Orson''s range and stop him from being able to act freely in the air.


    "How do we deal with this? This damn barrier is still draining health. We''re stuck!"


    "Can''t break the barrier? We''re done for, they''re going to crush us!"


    Madman and the others tried attacking the barrier to no avail. Their faint hope was extinguished.


    Under the cover of Fury of Winter, the Godyer members trapped inside the stronghold couldn''t escape the barrier, and the enemy had them trapped.


    However...


    Orson smiled indifferently. Once the barrier was set, even the Barrier Masters couldn''t disrupt it for a short time.


    Thus, this became not just their prison but also their opponent''s.


    Orson descended to the ground and stood at the front of his team, raising his staff. "Fight to the death!"


    "Fight... to the death!" Madman hesitated but then shouted loudly.


    "Damn Bradley, can''t you yell louder?" Bradley shouted while running around the map.


    "Shut up, Bradley, you don''t know what''s going on, don''t talk nonsense!" Iron Cavalry angrily retorted.


    The Godyer team watched the massive allied forces before them, their heartbeats quickening, but their voicescked confidence.


    Orson didn''t me them. They only had about two hundred members, many of whom were casual yers, and only two small elite teams.


    They thought they couldn''t win, which was a reasonable conclusion for normal yers.


    But Orson... wasn''t a normal yer!


    As they neared the thousand-meter mark, Usher suddenly halted his advance. He raised his golden bow high, exuding a kingly aura.


    "With the name of the Saint of Archery, I burn thest of my holy blood to grant the archer the vision of the eagle!" Usher proimed loudly, his voice as powerful as a dragon''s, stirring the crowd.


    Wedge immediately responded, saying, "With the name of the War Saint Crocker Hale... I grant the warrior eternal strength!"


    ...


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    Four beams of divine light descended from the sky. The two guild leaders spent 20,000 prestige points to activate their guild buffs.


    Warriors +300.


    Archers: Crit/Range +20%.


    Mages: +1000 Mana.


    Cavalry: +300 Defense.


    "Oh my god, this is it. This is the ultimate move. No way that tyrant who can wipe the whole map in seconds will have any chance of winning!"


    Seeing this, the audience got goosebumps. Under the divine light, the Dragon and Sky alliance roared like a tsunami, spreading far and wide.


    "Hm? Trying to stack buffs against me?"


    From a distance, Orson''s face took on a strange expression. Madman and Female Dorm God eagerly looked at him.


    "Not much prestige, so let''s save it. I''ll spend 100,000 points first," Orson said lightly.


    "100,000 points?"


    Everyone was stunned. All of thembined didn''t have 100,000 points of prestige!


    "Consume 3,000 prestige points to gain the blessing of the War Saint. Pfft, what trash."


    Orson opened the guild battle skills panel, and when he saw thest buff, he smiled. "This one works."


    A crazy battle intent surfaced on Orson''s face, and a voice from the realm of gods and demons echoed across the first battlefield!


    "The Eternal, Unyielding Fire of Vengeance."


    "In my name, Orgod!"


    "Burn all enemies that dare challenge us and forge an evesting empire!"


    Blood-red halos appeared around everyone, and Madman and the others gaped in shock. All their attribute panels surged as the slow debuff from Fury of Winter disappeared.


    Texas Musk: "Leader, this is too obvious!"


    God of Iron Cavalry: "Seriously, turn it off already, it''s too fake!"


    "Global announcement: [Godyer] Guild Leader Orgod consumes 100,000 prestige points to gain the guild buff: The Supreme Dynasty!"


    "Within one hour, all guild members'' attributes will increase by 50%, negative states like stuns, slowdowns, and knockbacks will be nullified, and everyone will be granted one full health revival chance."

 Chapter 80 80: Blood and Fire

    yer G: "???? Can someone tell me what just happened?"


    yer H: "A hundred thousand reputation... Who still says Orgod isn''t a game designer, I''ll lose it!"


    yer K: "My stomach hurts fromughing, this guy really can''t let go."


    ...


    The world channel was flooded with "question marks," as the hundred thousand reputation points were burned in an instant, leaving everyone stunned. Some guild leaders still fighting on the battlefield were left in confusion, unable to understand Orgod''s desperate struggle.


    From every angle, even with the high-level guild buffs added, Godyer''s chances of winning still seemed slim.


    Usher''s expression changed. He had underestimated Orson''s determination to hold the Chaos Domain, and coldly said, "It''s like an ant trying to shake a tree. What difference does it make if a bunch of trash yers get their attributes boosted?"


    "Don''t underestimate it. This is a full-attribute boost, enough to turn casual yers into main fighters," Wedge reminded him.


    Usher said nothing more, dismounting with a cold, murderous aura on his face. "Charge! tten them for me!"


    The thousand-strong army surged forward toward the Chaos Domain with a deafening war cry, their momentum formidable.


    "What are you waiting for? Everyone, get in there! Rip off Wedge''s clothes!" Madman shouted, his tone creepy.


    "Yeah! I''m going to have a close encounter with her!"


    "Go! Cut them down, let Bradley die in peace, let him rest easy!"


    "Wait! He''s not dead yet! Hold on, don''t kill him all the way!"


    A group of yers began making lewd calls. Bradley, hearing this, cursed loudly in the channel, but no one paid him any attention.


    Dancing Giant Boobs: "Who can kill those female mages on the other side? I''ll send private photos to the top three, let''s go!"


    Little Bean: "I''ll take selfies, who wants them? Kill two and you''ll get them! Smash them!"


    Madman: "I love you, babies!"


    The Girls: "Get lost, pervert!"


    Madman: "..."


    Orson was stunned. A group of female yers was actively "offering themselves," and their shouts were even fiercer than the male yers''. The crowd was full of passion, seemingly ready to tear their enemies apart.


    Godyer abandoned their base defense andunched a brutal melee attack!


    What tactics? What strategy? It didn''t matter anymore!


    Killing one enemy was a victory, killing two would earn them bragging rights in the guild. Why not go for it?


    "I''m speechless. You guys are the real big brothers," Orson thought to himself. What kind of yers did this guild recruit? Howe no one here was as righteous as he was?


    With that, a The me Dragon appeared 800 meters away, crashing into the enemy lines, disrupting the alliance''s formation and acting as a vanguard for his berserk teammates.


    "Magic Immunity Potion!"


    Usher snorted coldly. The thousand-strong army moved in unison, collectively drinking potions to counter Orson''s passive burning effects.


    "Fire magic immunity? Well, sorry to disappoint, I''m a Chaos Mage."


    Orson''s eyes shed with a spark, and the violent mes surged. With a flick of his wand, a death spell was cast, summoning two stone dragons that erupted from the ground. They knocked over more than ten melee yers, throwing them to the ground, inflicting deadly fall damage.


    Wedge''s face turned cold, as a storm of magical des began to descend from the sky. The alliance was temporarily stalled in the heavy downpour.


    "Magic Dispersion."


    She waved her legendary staff, instantly removing the negative buffs.


    "Mud Pit."


    Orson''s cold voice rang out, and arge area of swamp covered the battlefield, trapping SSR''s yers once again. He continued to stand 800 meters away,unching in attacks on designated targets.


    -1700!


    Critical hit -3400!


    ...


    "The damage is insane, I can''t take it anymore¡­"


    Even though the alliance had guild buffs and Wedge''s Holy Spirit Mage resistance boosts, the frontline knights were still struggling to hold up against Orson''s amplified output.


    In the blink of an eye, six melee yers had fallen.


    On the other side, God of Iron Cavalry and Wild Gale began to fight back.


    Wild Gale, with his unmatched skill, took on three enemies at once, killing three in a row, his eyes red with battle lust.


    Iron Cavalry mmed hisrge shield, creating a powerful gravitational pull that drew enemies in from all directions.


    The backline mages and archers desperately cast their skills into the crowd, and even though the enemy priests were healing quickly, the concentrated fire from all directions was still overwhelming.


    "Dragon''s Kiss Guild has such great equipment, how can they not hold up?"


    "They''re finished. The damage ratio is 1:5pared to Godyer¡­ no, even higher!"


    Spectators in the crowd were shocked, unable to believe their eyes. Despite the overwhelming advantage in numbers, the two powerful guilds were being crushed under the relentless assault.


    "They''re too scared of Orson. All their attention is focused on him. It''s no surprise they''re charging ahead, ready to be wiped out," onementator helplessly exined.


    "Not good! The guild leader''s position has been exposed!"


    An SSR knight suddenly panicked. Wedge, who had been safely surrounded in the center, saw all the melee defenders fall around her.


    "Protect Wedge!" Reaver yelled, leading his people to try and block the gap.


    "Seeking death." Orson snorted coldly, activating Whisper of the Wind, further enhancing his attack speed and casting speed.


    With the full attribute boost, he had truly be a spellcasting machine gun!


    A barrage of Chaos Magic Balls, mixed with several Splitting Explosive Fireballs, rained down on Reaver and his team.


    Boom! Boom! Boom!


    -1600!


    Critical hit -2650!


    ...


    Wedge''s expression froze. Even her healing aura couldn''t save Reaver from this terrifying output, which exceeded all her expectations.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    As soon as she used Resurrection to bring Reaver back, the sound of nking iron chains could be heard.


    Gray chains began to rapidly spread from Reaver, and the Chaos Mother was seen floating on a stone tform.


    Chaos Chain triggered!


    "Spread out, don''t cluster together!" Wedge quickly shouted, sensing the impending danger.


    "I can''t move..." Reaver panicked, as his teammates were also bound by the chains, and were being forcibly dragged toward the stone tform.


    True damage double crit -5000!


    True damage double crit -5000!


    Thud! Thud! Thud...


    Orson timed the moment the magic immunity potion wore off, and surrounded by chaotic mist, he struck. Almost every basic attack took down a yer''s head, and no one could stop him!


    "I wonder how many levels you have left to lose."


    Orson''s eyes turned cold as he nced over the battlefield. The disadvantage in numbers had been temporarily mitigated by the powerful buffs, but he needed to add fuel to the fire!


    "Facing thebined might of multiple guilds, are you content with this?" Orson shouted.


    "No, we''re not!"


    "I''ll kill them all! What trash guilds! Die, die, die!"


    "We only have one life, oh no, now I have two! My life''s worth more than theirs, I''ll crush their nuts!"


    The Godyer yers shouted and fought fiercely, their attacks growing more savage with every passing moment, much to Orson''s amusement.


    "Today! Let all our enemies hear our name and tremble!" Orson dered.


    "We are invincible!"


    "Godyer is invincible! Godyer is invincible!!"


    Orson roared, his killing intent overwhelming. The Elven Diamond shimmered with an eerie light as his followers cheered and raised their fists.


    Activating the legendary awakening skill: "War Roar!"


    Double crits + Lifesteal ¡ª once again, thebat strength of the Godyer yers was fully restored!


    Godyer''s yers were fierce, and they never ran out of words. They were battle-madmen, crafted by Orson to be a de that stabbed deeply into the hearts of their enemies!


    They were an unstoppable flood, and they were the Godyer warriors who would dominate the battlefield!


    "Disappear before my eyes."

 Chapter 81 81: The Final Card

    Orson coldly murmured, his eyes sharp as knives as he red at Wedge, Usher, and the others.


    Above him, arge chaotic hexagram glowed, signaling that Celestial Descent had finished its cooldown.


    "Interrupt his casting! Quickly!" Wedge nearly screamed, her voice betraying her panic. For the first time, she seemed rattled.


    Her Holy Spirit Resurrection was still on cooldown. She couldn''t even imagine what would happen if that next strike hit.


    "Snow Dream! Annly! Kill him!" Wedge yed her final card. Amid the chaos, Snow Dream and DonutWizard appeared behind Orson.


    "You''re dead, Orson."


    Meanwhile, Usher, standing a hundred meters away, drew his bow with a menacing aura, ready for the killing shot.


    "You''re not invincible, Orson!"


    DonutWizard''s gaze burned as he stared at Orson, his body surrounded by raging fire magic, as though he had be one with the mes. His limbs had transformed into fire elementals.


    "S-ss Hidden Job me Mage! The only S-ss in the Mage Guild who''s awakened this job!"


    "With the ability to break defenses and inflict burn effects, all defensive skills will be shattered!"


    "A-ss Hidden Job Storm Mage, the strongest in single-target output!"


    "And there''s Usher, the S-ss Saint Archery Master. Orgod''s done for!"


    The tables turned. Over a hundred million viewers were on the edge of their seats. This was no longer a mere yer vs. yer match¡ªit was like a battle between gods, something yers could never hope to achieve!


    Madman: "Shit! How did we miss someone? Get the human meat shields up front!"


    Before he could even finish, the yers rushed to the front, instinctively using their bodies to block the iing attacks for Orson.


    However, all of this had been calcted by Wedge. With the distance so great, they couldn''t possibly get there in time to defend.


    Just then, Orson''s cold voice echoed across the battlefield: "I, Orgod, the leader of Godyer, always keep my word!"


    "Those who insult my brothers will pay back a hundredfold!"


    "Those who deceive me¡ªdie without mercy!"


    "Those who betray me¡ªwill never be used again!"


    Sacred Relic, the Immortal Soul Body!


    Orson''s body turned translucent, entering an invincible state for the next three seconds!


    Three powerful projectiles pierced through Orson''s body, but he didn''t fall. Multiple miss notifications appeared as the attacks went through him.


    Orson leapt into the air. Crimson Lizard King roared, its skill activated, and it flew with doubled speed!


    Countless attacks passed through him, but in that moment, Orson was the demon lord that ruled the battlefield!


    "Invincible... Why is he invincible?"


    DonutWizard''s eyes widened. B-ss Fire Magic¡ªEndless Explosive me¡ªpassed through Orson, and the mage and his summoned beast charged toward him.


    "He''s hiding some sort of treasure, but the stronger the immunity, the shorter its duration must be."


    Snow Dream''s eyes hardened as she quickly deduced Orson''s state change. Orson hadn''t even looked at her once. The tant disregard made her heart cold. Snow Dream finally realized where she stood.


    "Stormwind Wings."


    Snow Dream soared into the air, using her control over the wind element to create two teal wings behind her, intercepting Orson''s dive from above.


    Her staff continued to sway as she softly chanted: "Wind''s Protection!"


    Crimson Lizard King roared, breathing a destructive fire pir, but a wind wall appeared in front of DonutWizard, blocking all of the Crimson Lizard King''s damage.


    DonutWizard reacted quickly, igniting a fiery shockwave beneath him, dramatically increasing his movement speed, and using the opportunity to pull away from Orson.


    "You betrayed me¡ªdie."


    Orson''s heart was as cold as stone. His Sacred Power Staff raised a finger, and a Chaos Magic Ball was fired, predicting Snow Dream''s flight trajectory.


    Snow Dream quickly used a fire resistance potion, but just as she did, Orson''s attack hit her midair.


    "I know, how could I not know¡­"


    Snow Dream''s body mmed heavily into the ground. Thanks to the Stormwind Wings, she was only badly wounded, not dead.


    She knew she was no match for Orson, so she decided to leave the killing blow to DonutWizard and Usher, the two S-ss hidden jobs.


    Snow Dream looked up at the cold man, her emotions a whirlwind¡ªguilt, but also anger.


    Her tactical goal had been achieved. She had bought enough time for Immortal Soul Body to end.


    Another Chaos Magic Ball mmed down.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    "Riley, sister! Orson, you bastard! I''ll burn you alive¡­" DonutWizard yelled in fury, but he was powerless to stop it.


    Without any surprise, Snow Dream was killed with a tragic smile on her face.


    "You could have helped me," Orson sighed softly.


    In his previous life, when Sienna was critically ill and in need of money, Snow Dream was the first person Orson turned to for a loan. Yet, she refused without mercy. Orson never understood why, as the amount of money was barely a problem for her.


    In his past life, Orson couldn''t understand the reason behind her refusal.


    But in this life, he didn''t need to understand!


    The Spear of Fate, wielded by his own hand, was the true path to bing an emperor!


    "I, An Yu, challenge you to a one-on-one fair duel! You SSR scum, do you dare to ept?!" DonutWizard shouted, his eyes burning with intensity.


    The only reply was one word: "Scram."


    S-ss me Mage DonutWizard was indeed strong, but having reached the peak of Fire Magic years ago, Orson didn''t care. He immediately fired The me Dragon.


    DonutWizard, known as "the second Orgod," was confident in his operations. With a snort, he sidestepped The me Dragon''s attack range.


    Heunched an Explosive Fireball toward Orson.


    Orson remained expressionless, firing an Explosive Fireball of his own. The two fireballs collided mid-air and exploded.


    DonutWizard smirked. "The Three-Crown King is nothing special."


    Two fire phoenixes then shot out from his staff¡ªB-ss Fire Magic¡ªPhoenix Seeking the Emperor. The spell could lock down the opponent''s movements and, when merged, it was a deadly single-target kill.


    But soon, DonutWizard was shocked. Orson charged directly at the two fire phoenixes, and damage numbers popped up above his head.


    B-ss Fire Magic was strong, but Orson absorbed the damage with his Triple Sr Shields, only losing less than two hundred health.


    "This¡­ almost no damage?!" DonutWizard gaped in disbelief.


    Orson sighed. "When your stats are clearly superior to your opponent''s, no one cares about the finer points of technique."


    With 6000 health points, Orson tanked the damage. He raised his staff, triggering the double-split effect.


    Thud, thud, thud! Three hits, even DonutWizard''s magic immunity potion did nothing.


    The pure damage overwhelmed him!


    Critical hit -1100!


    Orson frowned as a golden arrow pierced through his Sr Shield. Even with the shield''s protection, the damage was significant.


    The archer from a distance was none other than Usher.


    "Don''t rush, your turn is next." Orson''s hand flicked, and Chaos Magic Ball bounced, turning the golden arrow into ashes.


    +333


    +333


    ...


    Orson casually threw another Explosive Fireball into the chaos. Wherever itnded, no grass would grow. Waves of enemy yers were incinerated!


    With the Battle Roar and Passive Fireball enhancements, his lifesteal surpassed 10%, quickly replenishing the health lost.


    In the middle of the chaos, when a violent mage possesses lifesteal for the group, he no longer functions as just a ranged DPS but as a bomb, thrown into the enemy lines to heal as he fights.


    At any given moment, the surrounding enemies would be a source of blood for him to feed on.


    "Damn, so aggressive! This is amazing."


    "The guild leader''s like a dog-head hunter, I just damaged them, and he took all the kills! What''s the point of getting an assist?"


    "Everyone, ignore the leader, let him go die... He can''t die anyway, with all his lifesteal!"


    Madman and the others were furious, seeing their kills snatched away by Orson. They stopped caring about the guild leader''s life and started mercilessly pounding the remaining, barely surviving enemies.


    Orson smiled contentedly. Before him stood a pack of warriors ready for battle, in their most desperate moment they had finally undergone their transformation. This was the result he had wanted.


    "Kill!"


    "Focus fire on Orson!!"

 Chapter 82 82：Chasing to the End（1）

    Wedge dropped herdy-like disguise, her voice hoarse and desperate as she screamed for the full-on focus fire, determined to kill Orson at any cost!


    A massive barrage of skills poured toward Orson. The intense concentration of attacks made him realize that even with his lifesteal, he would be instantly obliterated.


    His countermeasure was simple and direct¡ªhe decisively jumped off Crimson Lizard King.


    Orson had calcted this perfectly. He knew that yers would be killed by the focus fire, but Crimson Lizard King, as a level 30 elite boss, could still tank this level of damage.


    "Are you kidding me? The guy''s really done for? Get the war god to save that idiot!" Madman said in a daze, watching as Orson fell from the sky.


    With a fall of a hundred meters, any other yer would have been killed.


    Orson remained calm. Using his precise control, he treated his Sr Shield as anding pad, then unleashed a barrage of fireballs to slow his descent, sessfullynding on the ground.


    He looked up, and dozens of SSR yers surrounded him.N?v(el)B\\jnn


    "Wedge, are you ready to reset your level?" Orson stood firm, his gaze locked on Wedge.


    "Don''t think you''ve won. Do you really think we only have this many people? Help is on the way. Get ready to die!" Wedge sneered coldly.


    "Help?"


    Orson raised an eyebrow and smirked.


    Orson raised an eyebrow. The SSR and Dragon''s Kiss Guild sub-faction had many yers arriving for the fight, but not all of them. After all, the three battlefields were vast, and it was impossible for all the yers who had previously taken over the outposts to not have defenders. Those yers could indeed be called reinforcements.


    However¡­


    "I dare say, your wish will be in vain."


    Orson smiled indifferently, continuously attacking the melee yers who came too close. They were no match for him, and in an instant, everyone within a twenty-meter radius was swept clean.


    "Protect the leader!" a Temr Cavalry yer shouted in panic.


    "Is she your mother? Why do you love protecting her so much? Come here and fight me!" Madman sneered, leading his assassin team. Using the double Warrior''s Halo buff, he pinned down a group of Temr Cavalry yers, preventing them from retreating to support the Saint Spirit Priest.


    "The world is still undecided. Orson, I admit you''re a formidable foe, but in the face of capital, your efforts are nothing but futile struggles," Wedge said coldly.


    "Is that so?" Orson replied casually.


    "Falling Sky Strike!"


    Wedge refused to sit idly by,unching several holy beams to ambush him.


    Orson moved leisurely, dodging effortlessly. With each step, holy light would explode behind him, yet it was always a split second too slow to hit him.


    The Saint Spirit Priest''s bnced attack and defense was indeed formidable, but it had a fatal w: its casting time was too slow. Against a magician of Orson''s caliber, it was like trying to wield a big de in front of Guan Yu.


    "Wedge!"


    As Orson spoke, The me Dragon smashed down once again, and some SSR backline yers rushed to try and block it for Wedge.


    "Now, this is what I call a futile struggle," Orson said with a mocking smile.


    "Earthquake!"


    Two stone dragons, controlled by Orson, suddenly converged, transforming into a makeshift stone coffin that trapped a group of SSR''s damage dealers inside.


    Roar!


    With blood sttering everywhere, Crimson Lizard Wyatt charged in.


    Without the protection of the Cavalry Temr''s frontlines, these ranged yers, no matter how well-equipped, were just food for the Crimson Lizard King.


    The beast rushed into the stone coffin, swinging its ws wildly, tearing through the group and sttering blood as it killed madly.


    Combined with The me Dragon''s fireballs, Orson effortlessly shattered Wedge''s protective spells and turned the enemy into a cold, blood-stained crucifix.


    Orson stood atop the crucifix, surveying the battlefield. Wedge, who had never imagined being humiliated in such a way, found herself once again trapped in the dilemma of whether to resurrect or not.


    "Leader, we''ll be there in two minutes! Please hold on!" a voice shouted from the SSR guild channel. Wedge clung to the hope like a drowning person grasping for a life raft.


    In the distance, the SSR and Dragon''s Kiss Guild alliance reappeared, with over a thousand yers. Given the intensity of the battle, these reinforcements were enough to tip the scales of victory!


    "We... We''ve won!"


    Both Usher and Wedge had the same thought at that moment.


    At the same time, the four Barrier Masters of Dragon''s Kiss Guild had depleted their mana, and the Winter''s Fury barrier copsed.


    The reinforcements outside rushed into the battlefield, aiming to deliver the final blow to Godyer!


    ---


    "Damn it, are they really trying to take us down when there''s no one left at the back?!"


    However, just as Usher and the others were reveling in their supposed victory, an enraged shout interrupted their dreams. A dual-wielding berserker warrior charged straight at the iing reinforcements.


    1v1000!?


    The Godyer yers froze. Could Money Traveler, no matter how powerful, really be capable of such a feat?


    Usher broke into a satisfied grin, but itsted only half a second.


    "Who dares hurt my master? I''ll skin them alive, hang them out in the sun for an entire year!" A mage wearing the Fox n Mage Set screamed, and behind him, a seemingly endless line of yers followed.


    Empress of the Moon: "Looks like we came at just the right time. This is getting interesting."


    ughterDemon Emperor: "Hahaha, the Four Major Guild Alliance, Usher, where are you going to run now?"


    Reinforcements from The King Family arrived with a thousand-man team!


    The Moonlight Guild brought in five hundred!


    The ughter Guild arrived with another thousand-man team!


    Nearly three thousand yers appeared, each one a seasoned veteran of the battlefield, and these were just a fraction of Orson''s backup!


    "Not good... The Sky Demon Fortress is under attack! There are too many of them, we can''t hold them off!"


    "Wind Rain City is in urgent danger, we only have sixty people left! Leaders, pleasee back!"


    "Dragon''s Breath Fortress is under siege, if we don''t retreat now, I''ll have to give up the outpost!"


    ¡­


    In the next moment, SSR and Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s channels were flooded with distress signals. Usher stood frozen in ce,pletely caught off guard. The richest yer in Infinite Dimensions, the so-called number one, was suddenly helpless.


    "How¡­ how dare they offend me?"


    "They shouldn''t have dared offend me!"


    Usher muttered in disbelief. The DK Group was massive, and the powers behind otherrge guilds should have known better than to provoke them. But now, at this very moment, over a dozen guilds had gone into a frenzy, pushing through the Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s taken outposts in the second and third battlefields.


    This was without a doubt, a huge piece of news!


    "I never expected such a huge change in thest hour of the outpost battle... this shouldn''t be happening!"


    "They must have nned this out on the fly. Usher monopolized nine outposts, and this pushed other guilds to their breaking point. They''re willing to team up with Godyer just to take him down!"


    "So they''ve been saving their strength all along, waiting for this moment? Twenty hours of battles, and it turns out it was just warm-up?"


    In the live stream, the threementators were drenched in sweat. Compared to the events unfolding in the final hour, the previous twenty hours of fighting had been nothing more than a warm-up.


    "My god, what''s happening here?"


    "Are we going to wipe them out? Could it really happen...?"


    The sudden shift in the situation left even Madman and the others stunned. On the other side, ShatteredCrown, Empress, and Demon Emperor had already started their charge.


    This was a carefully nned counterattack!


    "You, lost."


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 Chapter 83 83: Chasing to the End（2）

    "You lost."


    Orson''s lips curled into a sinister smile as he rode Crimson Lizard King, weaving through the crowd towards Usher.


    On his way to the battlefield, Orson hadn''t been idle. He had anticipated that SSR and Dragon''s Kiss Guild would target him, so he sought out Empress and ShatteredCrown. The three of them quickly devised a n, using the other guilds'' dissatisfaction with Dragon''s Kiss Guild to set up a huge strike.


    Under normal circumstances,rge guilds usually fought on their own, and it was rare for any guild to truly unite to take on Dragon''s Kiss Guild. After all, DK Group''s financial and manpower resources were far beyond their reach, and even fighting a one-on-one or a three-on-one battle against them would be futile.


    But now, there was someone who stood up to shatter their undefeated reputation.


    That person was Orson. Leading just over 200 members, he fought relentlessly against thebined forces of Dragon''s Kiss Guild and SSR, ying two S-rank powerhouses in an instant and almost singlehandedly killing a thousand yers. This feat alone proved everything.


    The guild leaders of other factions were no fools. They knew that if thebined forces were pinned down by Godyer on the front lines, then the second and third battlefields would be their opportunity to rise.


    Various guildsunched their counterattack, spontaneously forming alliances to assault the outposts held by thebined forces. Everyone knew that Usher and Wedge couldn''t retreat now ¡ª their fate would be slow, painful death.


    This was the natural course of things!N?v(el)B\\jnn


    All of this stemmed from Orson shattering the invincible momentum of Dragon''s Kiss Guild.


    This was the true backup, the absolute finishing blow!


    However, to Orson''s surprise, ughter Guild''s overall strength was enough to challenge SSR, and they had followed the news, joining Empress in killing their way to the first battlefield. It seemed that Demon Emperor, the guild leader, was more than just a madman in battle. His strategic thinking was vast. After all, this was a deration of war against the power behind Dragon''s Kiss Guild!


    As Usher saw Orson closing in, his expression turned cold, and he swiftly nocked an arrow. He fired five arrows in quick session.


    With a buzzing sound, the five arrows merged into one, taking the form of a golden divine figure that rushed toward Orson.


    "A-level Magic Arrow: Demon yer Arrow. Effects: Stun, Knockback. Unblockable and Unavoidable."


    Orson raised an eyebrow and smiled. The person before him was none other than the famous Golden Archery God, Usher. Orson knew him even better than Usher himself, as he had once been crushed by him in his past life ¡ª much like an ant being squashed.


    It was said that the enemy you understand best is often your greatest threat.


    Orson maneuvered Crimson Lizard King sharply to the side, but the Demon yer Arrow pierced through its wing. With a painful cry, the Crimson Lizard King plummeted from the sky.


    -20,000 damage!


    -4,000 crit!


    -1,800 crit!


    Usher opened fire with a barrage of explosive damage, but even though the Crimson Lizard King fell, Orson controlled it to absorb all the damage.


    Orson calmly dismounted, a smile still on his face, and said, "With your mana, this level of output will onlyst a few seconds."


    Another four arrows shot toward him. Orson dodged the first one, then used a barrage of fireballs to perfectly block the remaining attacks.


    "Saint''s Clone cooldown is one hour. You can''t use it, and you can''t escape," Orson continued.


    Usher''s heart went cold. His thoughts had beenpletely exposed, and he forced himself to maintainposure. "You have no idea what you''ve done."


    "I know exactly what I''ve done. You want to take revenge on me, on everyone. But do you really think one person is enough?"


    "This is the trend! You can''t stop it!" Orson coldly said, surveying the battlefield.


    The frontlines were copsing for Dragon''s Kiss Guild''sbined forces. Madman and his group had hacked them into pieces. Reinforcements from other guilds were getting beaten down by the three major guilds. Dragon''s Kiss Guild and SSR''s defeat was inevitable!


    "This is just the beginning. Don''t think you can defy fate. I only need to take you down, and your so-called trend will copse on its own," Usher said coldly.


    "Retreat!"


    At the same time, Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s channel lit up with Usher''s urgent message.


    Once the leader of Infinite Dimensions, he now felt like he was nailed to the pir of shame. Desperate, he used a dying tactic to try to buy time for his forces to recover.


    Thebined forces of the yers retreated as quickly as they had arrived, heading back to protect the outposts that were under siege.


    "Want to humiliate me? Dream on!" Usher suddenly sneered. "Want to die?"


    He pulled out an arrow, removing all equipment protections, and aimed it at his own forehead.


    Orsonughed. He didn''t give him the chance. A Chaos Magic Ball mmed into him!


    "Get ready for endless revenge, Orson!" Usher roared, full of rage. He couldn''t evenmit suicide.


    He turned into a wisp of a soul and flew toward the nearest outpost to respawn.


    "I told you, those who insult my brothers will pay a hundred times over. How can I let you escape?" Orson muttered to himself, then turned to look at Madman and the others.


    "I say, old buddy, are we going to strike back?" Madman grinned savagely.


    Orson nodded in approval, his voice booming with confidence. "We''ll finish this in one hour!"


    "Wherever Usher and Wedge respawn, that''s where our swords will strike! I''ll kill them until they''re broken beyond recognition!"


    Orson rode Crimson Lizard Wyatt high into the skies, his destination aimed squarely at thergest stronghold on the first battlefield: Bone Dragon''s Land!


    "How could Usher die? Could it be that Orson killed him? He''s never died once before!"


    At the Bone Dragon stronghold, Usher had just respawned, and the members of Dragon''s Kiss Guild who were guarding the point stood there dumbfounded.


    Other than that man''s intervention, they couldn''t think of any yer capable of killing a top-tier, legendary-gear-wearing god-tier yer like Usher!


    "Orson, no matter what forces stand behind you, you will die!!"

 Chapter 84 84: Sweeping the Path

    Usher''s furious, powerless roar echoed through the stronghold, leaving his subordinates too afraid to even breathe too loudly. Even the domestic esports elite, SSR, couldn''t raise their heads before him, reduced to mere pawns in his hands. But this domineering situation was about to be shattered¡ªby one person''s appearance.


    "Don''t overthink it. Just go to hell," came a cold voice.


    The sound of war drums echoed as a single person and a monster waited above Bone Dragon Stronghold.


    "He''s here¡­ that bastard''s here! Prepare for battle!"


    "For the boss, for bing the strongest guild in Infinite Dimensions, kill!"


    Hundreds of yers from the Dragon''s Kiss Guild were enraged by Orson''s actions, but against a Chaos Mage with nearly a five-kilometer range, their roars would soon turn into a mournful song.


    "Die!"


    Orson swung his weapon, unleashing his most powerful attack¡ªthe Heavenly Meteor Strike!


    Bone Dragon Stronghold was ruthlessly destroyed. Usher watched helplessly as the terrifying meteor fell. This was the greatest humiliation of his life, his ambition to rule Infinite Dimensions crushed by Orson.


    Forget being the richest yer in Infinite Dimensions, before the power of the Saint''s Staff, Usher could only bow his head!


    Orson stood tall, ignoring everything. Wherever Usher''s soul fled, Orson would follow and strike!


    He was establishing his dominance, showing every yer that there was no such thing as an invincible legend in Infinite Dimensions. If it existed, he would shatter it.


    "The Godyer Guild is rebelling! Does he not know who he''s offending?"


    "One attack, and it''s as powerful as a forbidden spell! This is really like grinding Usher''s face into the dirt."


    "This is what true pursuit to the death looks like! From now on, Dragon''s Kiss Guild members will run at the sight of him!"


    Many yers stopped grinding and leveling, opening the official live stream instead. All eyes were on Orson, who chased Usher''s fleeing soul across the sky.


    Soon after, the Godyer, Moonlight Guild, ughter, and The King Family alliances mobilized to various battlefields. ording to Orson''s n, any encounter with SSR or Dragon''s Kiss Guild was a fight to the death. He swept through, leaving both guilds in ruins.


    Other guilds that had settled in strongholds trembled and quickly reached out to the more reasonable ShatteredCrown for mercy. But ShatteredCrown simply responded, "You didn''t offend my boss, so why should I care?"


    This reassured the other guilds, though not by much.


    "Bone Dragon Stronghold, I''m back!" Bradleyughed loudly, his voice filled with pride. He had be a killing machine in this guild battle, with countless yers witnessing the terror of the Light and Dark Swordmaster through the livestream.


    Able to push Usher to the brink of defeat, had it not been for the invincible mechanism of the Saint''s Avatar, Bradley might''ve already captured Usher.


    Outside Bone Dragon Stronghold, Madman and his team took down four nearby strongholds. With Orson as the terrifying front-runner, Dragon''s Kiss Guild stood little chance, and Usher had died five times, each in a different way.


    "I swear¡­ easy, man! You''re going to the second battlefield to deal with him? Too risky."


    Madman was stunned, watching Orgod, who showed no sign of stopping. With a roar, the Crimson Lizard King set off again.


    "Can''t wait to see this!"


    Bradley, grinning maliciously, chuckled. As someone who typically saved every penny for his wife''s dowry, he understood that his brother was exacting revenge for him. Of course, he had to show some support.


    "Spa, KTV, five-star hotel¡ªall in one! I''ll treat you tonight, Orson!" Bradley shouted.


    "Wait till I carve you up!" Orsonughed back.


    Bradley: "You know what''s up, I''ve killed 1,120 enemies and assisted in more. My achievement points are 2,000, so the billes from my sry."


    Orson: "Fuck you."


    "Hold the line! Do whatever it takes to hold the line!" Reaver, face flushed, yelled as enemies surged toward them.


    "How could we lose so badly?" DonutWizard''s face was pale, his morale shattered. Even his casting motions had be sluggish.


    A group of pro yers, used to crushing regr yers, was now getting trapped and killed by them.


    One stronghold after another fell. Windy Moon Fortress was theirstrge base, but it was about to be breached.


    "I hear you''re an S-ss mage. Funny, so am I!"


    Just as DonutWizard hesitated, a frozen spear sliced through the air, forcing him back. Standing before him was ShatteredCrown, another S-ss mage.


    A few hours ago, ShatteredCrown had undergone his professional awakening at the Mage Guild, where he witnessed a program bug involving an "NPC" breaking a magic stone. Using hisvish gear and skills, he sessfully replicated the NPC''s actions and awakened the second S-ss mage job: Ice and Fire Sage.


    Realizing the situation, DonutWizard quickly cast a counterspell, engaging in a magical duel. His technical skills were sharp, and it wasn''t surprising that he was part of the SSR elite.


    But¡­ he was up against an unreasonable god-tier yer.


    "Ugh, missed again! Damn it, don''t run away!"


    ShatteredCrown grumbled as his operations were sloppy. Yet, he had so many resources that even his botched actions couldn''t stop his overwhelming power.


    "Thunder Strike!"


    "Ice Seal!"


    ShatteredCrown grinned, unleashing two awakening skills along with three B-tier abilities, bombarding DonutWizard with an all-out attack.


    Crit -1200!


    Crit -1200!


    ...


    With a minute of unrelenting damage, DonutWizard, even with priest support, was steadily driven back.


    ShatteredCrown wore a full set of purple gear from Orson''s auctioned Fox Tribe set, alongside three pieces of the "Frozen Lord" set. His Ice and Fire Sage job synergized perfectly with this setup, making him an unstoppable mage.


    "Very well, we''ve won," Orson said, appearing at Windy Moon Fortress and quickly assessing the situation.


    "Why''s this not hurting at all?"


    A tall blonde womanughed, her voice almost deafening. Orson shook his head, slightly annoyed.


    "Brothers, can you put in some effort? I only have 16,000 HP, not much at all! Come on, hit me!"


    The King Family produced only the finest¡ªeveryone, regardless of gender, was a show-off.


    More than ten yers surrounded the Ultimate Sweetheart, but her silver hollow armor deflected half the attacks.


    Her shocking health made even the SSR experts helpless.


    Clearly, her gear also came from Orson.


    ShatteredCrown''s other seniors went all in with the "luxury tactics." Though their skills werecking, their overwhelming wealth allowed them to simply oust SSR.


    At this stage, with top-tier gear, skills, and jobs, they could easily overwhelm SSR yers just by spending money.


    Additionally, there was a low-profile yet powerful young master with an S-ss life skill¡ªck Silk. The food he made could massively boost yer stats, and The King Family''s members all enjoyed the "Dark Cuisine" buff, which was tough for SSR to counter.


    "This is the nightmare your beloved man brought!"


    Wedge, surrounded by melee fighters, had dropped to level 8. Yet, she still refused to surrender, trying to preserve SSR''s dignity.


    She red at Snow Dream. "How do you expect me to exin this loss to the boss? Tell me!"


    Snow Dream looked up at the godly figure in the sky, whispering, "I''ve tried my best. This isn''t ''Sword and Conquest.'' We can''t control everything here."


    ShatteredCrown: "Get back, my master''s about to unleash his ultimate move! Everyone, run as far as you can!"


    A blood-red hexagram glowed as Orson prepared to wipe out SSR.n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om


    Wedge red at him with venom but quickly led her team to escape, trying to breakbat and log out as fast as possible.


    "What? You guys don''t want to live? I''m out!" A yer who had witnessed Orgod''s power quickly fled.


    Orson hesitated, not attacking immediately as ughter Guild had just arrived. A strike now might hurt their side as well.

 Chapter 85 85: Does He Want to Be the Second in Dragons Kiss Guild?

    [Large District Announcement: Guild Base Battle Concluded!]


    A distant bell echoed through the world, signaling the end of the guild base battles. The three major battlefields turned into temporary safe zones, and yers from various guilds still engaged inbat were forced to cease their fights with great reluctance.


    [Merit List Released!]


    "20th ce: ughter Guild ¡ª ughterDemon Emperor!"


    Kills: 370, Assists: 178, Gained 70 attribute points, 40 skill points, 5 talent points, 20,000 reputation points!"


    ¡­


    "9th ce: Moonlight Guild ¡ª Yan Guo Wu Hen!"


    Kills: ...


    Upon hearing this, Orson raised an eyebrow. The yer from Moonlight Guild wasn''t Empress, but a warrior yer. If he recalled correctly, Yan Guo Wu Hen was an S-tier hidden ss. A rtively orthodox sword and shield warrior who had once been a contender for the top warrior in Infinite Dimensions. However, when he underwent his second awakening at level 50, Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s Skysher had taken that title.


    "4th ce: Dragon''s Kiss Guild ¡ª Usher!"


    When this announcement was made, the yers in the world chat fell silent. The so-called "number one god-tier yer of Infinite Dimensions," Usher, had only made it to fourth ce.


    Dragon''s Kiss Guild had once held nine bases, but now they were left with only one¡ªthe Dragon Breath Fortress, under the protection of the Strategic Trickster.


    "That''s strange. He only made it to fourth ce. Who could possibly be in third? Bradley?" Orson muttered in surprise.


    In the past, Dragon''s Kiss Guild had dominated the base battles, and it was rare for the top guilds to fight each other in a chaotic manner. Usually, the fiercepetition urred between mid-tier and lower-tier guilds. For a god-tier yer to achieve so many kills on his own was quite an unexpected turn of events.


    "3rd ce: ughter Guild ¡ª nk!"


    Kills: 1052¡­


    Upon hearing this, Orson nearly spat blood in shock. That woman who had pped him across the face was now in ughter Guild?


    "2nd ce: Godyer Guild ¡ª Money Traveler!"


    ¡­


    When Bradley''s name appeared on the screen, his guild immediately shouted out:


    "I''ll ask you this¡ªam I awesome or what?"


    "You trash! You''re a kill-stealer, just eating up team buffs!" Madman immediately expressed his displeasure. He had stolen plenty of equipment during the base battles, but couldn''t get a single kill, which made him extremely frustrated.


    Dancing Giant Boobs: "Take that perverted guy out! He didn''t do anything but talk all the time!"


    "I can testify! This mad vice-president of ours is all talk and no action!"


    "Yeah, I''ve been watching this sleazy dog for 24 hours. He''s killed less than me! What gives, calling himself Bradley."


    Madman was instantly drowned in a sea of mockery from the girls. He didn''t dare to argue back, which made him absolutely furious.


    "1st ce: Godyer Guild ¡ª Orson!"


    Kills: 2360, Assists: 1300, Gained 150 attribute points, 130 skill points, 20 talent points, 150,000 reputation points!


    "Evaluation: Dominating the Wilderness!"


    Orson''s battle results shocked everyone, both members of Godyer and yers from other guilds. Even though people knew he was strong... extremely strong, no one had expected him to rack up so many kills¡ªalmost 4,000 kills were directly connected to him. He was single-handedly responsible for wiping out entire guilds. His mere presence caused many enemies to flee.


    yer K: "Strategic-level nuclear weapon... Even if I had 4,000 enemies in front of me, I''d need days and nights to kill them all!"


    yer XX: "I thought Godyer was going to be the biggest loser, but now they''ve turned it all around."


    ...


    yers in the world chat were buzzing with discussion. Most guilds deliberately avoided mentioning "Dragon''s Kiss Guild," and for good reason. The alliance between Dragon''s Kiss Guild and SSR had resulted in a humiliating defeat. Dragon''s Kiss Guild only managed to secure a single base, while SSR didn''t capture anything at all. This was a blow to their pride, and everyone expected Usher''s behind-the-scenes sponsors to retaliate.


    ughterDemon Emperor: "No wasted trips¡ªthree bases in hand, a pleasure working together!"


    ShatteredCrown: "Heh, we only took two, but we certainly enjoyed the kills."


    At Bone Dragon Stronghold, Orson reunited with the others and immediately noticed Demon Emperor standing next to nk, who had an expression of a hunter sizing up her prey.


    nk nced at him sideways, and Orson couldn''t miss the dangerous gleam in her eyes.


    Orson awkwardly chuckled. "No wonder you took down bases so fast. You''ve got her on your side."


    Demon Emperor smirked proudly. "I didn''t expect it either. I''d call nk the number one thief in Infinite Dimensions. I''m just here working for her."


    An hour before the base battle began, nk had approached Demon Emperor to ask to join the guild. ughter Guild had many talented thieves, and they were curious to see what the top-ranked woman in the game was really capable of. So they challenged her to a one-on-one PK.


    nk didn''t say a word and immediately went into red-name mode. She took on six yers at once, killing them all with deadly precision. The thieves were left trembling in fear.


    "What first ce? Thest guy who imed to be the number one archer got knocked offline." Madman grumbled, having never been one to back down from a challenge.


    nk heard the provocation and turned her cold gaze toward Madman. It was clear she wasn''t going to let this slide, and she was ready for a one-on-one PK.


    Orson grabbed Madman''s shoulder and whispered bitterly, "You can''t beat her... not at the moment, at least."


    Madman gave Orson a resentful look. "If it wasn''t for your advice, I''d never have picked this stupid ss... I swear, I''m going to teach her a lesson."


    "Don''t, just do as I say. No need to take her on. Stick to being the strategist, alright?" Orson coaxed, giving Madman a forced smile, steering him away.


    nk sneered. "No guts."


    Madman was instantly agitated. "I don''t know why, but when I see her, I just want to get back at her. I swear I''m going to kill her a few times just to teach her a lesson!"


    Orson sighed. "Let''s focus on counting our money and getting some rewards. That''s the real deal."


    Later, the system message came through:


    "You''ve obtained ownership of the following six bases: Bone Dragon, Xuanwu, ck Wolf, Azure, Roshan, and Chaos Demon."


    Orson looked at the six new base ownership certificates in his inventory and then turned to Demon Emperor. "Man, you really know how to make a statement¡ªtaking ten bases for yourself."


    Demon Emperorughed heartily. "Haha, this is what they call ''fortune favors the bold.'' I sold all mypany stock for this game."n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    ughter Spree, the guild vice president, snickered at Orson. "This is my big brother''s style. Take notes, Orgod."


    Demon Emperor was transparent about his ambitions. Joining Orson''s temporary alliance wasn''t out of genuine loyalty but because he saw an opportunity and seized it.


    Orson didn''t pay much attention to ughter Spree''s antics. He narrowed his eyes, focusing on Demon Emperor. "Aren''t you worried Usher wille after you?"


    "Come after me? In the game or in real life? He may have money, but I have plenty of brothers. If he dares toe to my turf, he''ll die." Demon Emperorughed cruelly.


    ughter Spree added, "Yeah, let''s see if Usher dares to show up in Tianjiang City. See if he makes it out alive."


    Orson nodded slightly. "Sounds about right. Demon Emperor isn''t someone to mess with. He''s got connections in real life too, so you''ve got to be careful."


    After a brief pause, Orson said, "Well, good luck with that. I''m moving on."


    Orson didn''t want to say more. He could tell Demon Emperor was a person of real strength, and people like him could quickly be a threat if they grew too powerful. However, as long as Demon Emperor didn''t interfere with Orson''s ns, everything should be fine.


    Then, an announcement echoed through the entire server:


    "Tomorrow at 8 PM, an auction will take ce for the bases Xuanwu, ck Wolf, Azure, and Roshan. The starting bid for each base is 100,000 gold."

 Chapter 86 86: The Last Stronghold

    In Baiguo City, Rank Studio.


    Lauren stood by the window, her gaze absent as she murmured to herself, "The number one yer in Infinite Dimensions¡ªjust a week ago, he was still one of my subordinates. It''s reallyughable. What did I even do for fate to y such a joke on me?"


    "Um... Lauren, is there something you need to discuss with me?" Charles''s voice came from behind her.


    Lauren snapped out of her thoughts and turned to see him. Her lips twitched, unsure of what to say.


    "Charles... my Charles, you''re putting me in a very awkward position!" Lauren said with a smile that barely concealed her frustration. She was about to snap at him when Charles did something that made her hold her tongue.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Lauren''s gaze shifted downwards, where she saw Charles standing upright with a serious look on his face, kneeling in front of her with great form. His posture was impable, the kind of thing he had clearly practiced many times.


    "You''ve left me speechless. The way you''re kneeling is just perfect¡ªdid you rehearse it privately?" Lauren asked awkwardly.


    Charles had been working for her for five or six years, known for hispetence in handling things. Who would''ve guessed he''d ruin her big ns over something so small?


    "I... I deserve to die a thousand deaths! I have elderly parents and young children, please don''t fire me!" Charles started crying, his voice breaking as he poured out his troubles.


    He was a clever man, and as Orson''s rise to power in Infinite Dimensions became more obvious, Charles knew that he was entirely to me for what had happened. He was the one who had driven Orson away, and now, everything had turned on its head.


    "Uh... Orson... didn''t Boss Lin say he''d sell us a stronghold for cheap?" Charles hesitated, still trying to hold onto a shred of hope.


    Lauren''s face darkened immediately. "What are you talking about? He''s the king of Infinite Dimensions now! Even with Dragon''s Kiss Guild and SSR teaming up, they can''t take him down. Do you really think he''d care about us, the minnows?"


    "Well... yesterday I went to his ce to talk about his sister, but when I got there... I found he had... moved out." Charles said, cold sweat dripping down his forehead. Seeing the change in Lauren''s expression, he didn''t dare continue.


    Lauren felt as though she might burst into tears. If Orson were still at the studio...


    She didn''t even dare think about how glorious her life could''ve been if things had gone differently. Those capitalists who once looked down on her would probably be begging to kiss her feet now.


    But s, there was no "what if."


    With a sigh, Lauren set aside her brief moment of naive hope. She understood now that someone like Orson was not just another yer in the game. Even if he hadn''t shed with Charles, it was hard to imagine keeping him around.


    "Guess it''s time to tighten the belt, reduce outflow, and start running gold farming teams in shifts," she murmured, shaking her head. The number of small studios like hers in Infinite Dimensions was in the thousands. With her limited funds, trying to buy a stronghold was nothing but a pipe dream.


    Buzz...


    Her phone on the desk vibrated, and Lauren waved Charles away with a tired gesture.


    "Hello?"


    "The Luanmo Stronghold is yours now. I''ve sent the ownership certificate to your email," came a cold voice from the other side.


    "You, you, you are¡­?" Lauren froze, her hairs standing on end. Her heart raced as she scrambled to check the phone contact¡ª"Orson!"


    "Have Charles make the transfer. Three million. And I still think that year-end bonus is something I''m entitled to," Orson''s voice continued. After a brief pause, he added with a hint of amusement, "Also, I''m done with you, Boss Liu."


    "What are you saying? We''re friends, right?" Lauren chuckled awkwardly, trying to y it off.


    "Don''t mention the three million year-end bonus, thirty million wouldn''t be out of the question," Orson said, his tone casual but with an underlying seriousness.


    The surprise was overwhelming. Lauren felt a rush of excitement, but also an awkwardugh as her fingers trembled in disbelief.


    "Forget the bonus, I''m grateful for the job you''ve given me these past years," Orson said, his tone now calm andposed.


    Charles and he may have had their differences, but that didn''t change the fact that Rank Studio had taken him in after the match-fixing scandal, when no one else would touch him. It was a favor, and though Orson had hisints about being exploited, the fact remained.


    As for Charles''s care for Sienna''s surgery, Orson decided to let the Luanmo Stronghold go to Lauren as a return favor.


    "Let''s chat some other time. I''m still busy," Orson said, before hanging up.


    Lauren''s tonepletely changed when speaking to him. The difference in status was clear¡ªOrson had the power tomand respect, while she was left stammering in awkward gratitude.


    Back at Bone Dragon Stronghold, Orson tossed Bradley two thousand gold and instructed him to tally the contributions of each member to distribute the rewards ording to the previously agreed-upon n. The rest of the gold would be used as a welfare bonus for the guild.


    "Iron Cavalry: Time for a speed battle, time to test your luck! As the number one knight, I dere long live the boss!" Iron Cavalry dered dramatically.


    Bradley rolled his eyes. "I''m just here wondering who the hell kept shouting about splitting off from the guild."


    Iron Cavalry, undeterred, continued with an exaggerated expression, "Godyer''s glory, brother here to protect it! To the death, to eternity!"


    The rest of the guild quickly drowned him out with jeers, ignoring himpletely as they focused on the guild''s first red envelope¡ª1000 gold coins, with one million votes attached.


    As soon as the announcement was made, everyone rushed to click on the red envelope in the chat, eager to collect as much as they could. Some even tried to open multiple envelopes at once.


    After the excitement died down, Madman approached Orson with a serious expression, followed by Bradley, both clearly puzzled by Orson''s decision to sell the stronghold.


    "I still don''t get it," Madman said, his tone urgent. "Why sell such an important asset? Aren''t these strongholds crucial to our sess?"


    Orson calmly exined, "It''s simple. Small strongholds are useless to us. Even if we control every stronghold in the first battlefield, they''re just a waste of resources."


    Madman furrowed his brow. "But didn''t you hear? Each stronghold contains important dungeon entrances."


    "You''re talking about the underground ruins, right? But every yer can only enter once a day," Orson replied with a slight smile.


    The bigger the guild''s stronghold, the more resources the guild could gather from the ruins. However, owning too many strongholds would spread resources too thin.


    "The Bone Dragon Stronghold is the most valuable of all the strongholds. But managing multiple strongholds dilutes our focus. Having one major one is better."


    Madman considered this for a moment. "But think about it, Orson. Having multiple strongholds means we can have more guild members. Therger the guild, the more we can field in battle, and that''s a huge advantage."


    Orson nodded. "I understand your concerns. But don''t worry. The Bone Dragon Stronghold is by far the most valuable. And once a certain project ispleted, we''ll need a lot of funding. A few billion gold might not even be enough."


    "Are you serious? That ce is just arge stronghold; what''s so special about it?" Bradley asked, confused.


    "You all forgot the official description of the stronghold battle, didn''t you?" Orson grinned, looking at the two of them.


    "The Hundred Stars?" Madman suddenly gasped. "Wait... do you mean there''s a hidden stronghold?"


    "Exactly," Orson said, his smile widening. "Right under our feet, at the Bone Dragon Stronghold." He looked over at the NPC guarding the stronghold¡ªan imposing middle-aged warrior whose mere presencemanded respect.

 Chapter 87 87: The Secret of the Hero Spirits

    "I am a descendant of the War Saint; you may call me Dragon Grand," the imposing figure said, his wide eyes ring at Orson and the others.


    Within the stronghold, there were many functional NPCs, but these NPCs were typically indifferent to yers and wouldn''t get involved in their battles. However, the man who imed to be the War Saint''s descendant was an exception. If the guild leader personally asked, he''d provide answers that were somewhat different.


    "Take us on a tour of the stronghold," Orson said.


    Dragon Grand grunted in acknowledgment and began to lead them around the stronghold.


    "This is the stronghold''s warehouse. It has been abandoned. It will require reputation points and materials to restore."


    "This is the foundation of the magic tower. It has also been abandoned..."


    After taking them to six different locations, Orson shook his head, not having found what he was looking for. He decided to ask directly: "Take me to the cave of the legendary dragon."


    "Is it really there?"


    As soon as the words were spoken, Bradley and Madman nearly lost their minds with excitement, barely managing to hold their tongues.


    "Do you need to show the Bone Dragon Stronghold scroll?" Dragon Grand asked.


    "Yes," Orson responded, pulling out the invaluable stronghold certificate.


    It wasn''t just a certificate; it was more like a special stone, simr to the key in his inventory.


    Dragon Grand led them through the stronghold''s buildings and stopped by a rock wall, where he used magic to deactivate a protective barrier. A huge cave appeared before them.


    "The dragon''sir! Could it contain a dragon''s treasure?" Madman eximed, saliva nearly dripping from his mouth. If there was indeed treasure here, its value would surpass that of any regr stronghold.


    "Even more astonishing than a dragon''s treasure," Orson said with a small smile.


    In his previous life, the Dragon''s Kiss Guild had upied this area, and Usher had nearly be a legend in the US region, starting from the discovery of the dragon''sir.


    They entered the cave, which was pitch dark. Dragon Grand lit a magical crystal, casting light that illuminated the area for several meters.


    "Wow, it''s so big, so massive!" Bradley eximed in awe.


    "It really is huge..." Orson said,ughing helplessly. Bradley always had a way of making things sound strange.


    "Dragon skeleton?" Madman gasped in surprise. Aplete dragon skeleton appeared deep within the cave. It was over 200 meters long, with a single tooth asrge as a person.


    But to Orson, this was nothing extraordinary. He had seen much more terrifying dragons in his previous life, including the Dragon King with a size so massive that it could block the sky.


    The dragon before them had nearly all its teeth fallen out. It likely died of natural causes here.


    In terms of size, it was no more than a low-tier dragon, far from beingparable to the higher-tier giant dragons.


    Madman, driven by greed, rushed over, unsheathing his short sword to try and chop off a dragon''s tooth.


    ng! ng! ng!


    Bradley, horrified, yelled, "Are you crazy? You''re destroying a relic!"


    "Ugh, why can''t I pick it up? If I could use this for crafting gear, I''d be rich!" Madman said, his arm numb from the force. Even striking the tooth couldn''t leave a scratch.


    "Stop trying. It''s invincible. Even if you chop it, it will instantly regenerate," Orson shrugged. If it were that easy to obtain, he would have already done so. This was just a corpse, after all.


    "Is there a mechanism to trigger the hidden stronghold?" Orson asked, walking around the dragon''sir. He didn''t see any treasures or triggering mechanisms for the hidden stronghold.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Bradley pointed at the dragon''s bones and said, "It''s strange. The position the dragon died in looks odd. It''s almost as if it was lying down like a pup."


    Madman replied, "You''re right. There are scratch marks all over the ground. What was it doing? Digging a hole to bury itself?"


    "Haha, you''re hrious!" Bradleyughed loudly. Madman, with a dismissive sneer, retorted, "Silver-haired fool."


    As the two continued to bicker, Orson''s attention was drawn to something. On the ground, amidst the scratches, he noticed some strange symbols.


    Quickly, he called for Dragon Grand to bring the magical crystal closer for a better look.


    "You''ve found the clue to trigger the hidden stronghold," the system prompt sounded.


    "You need to obtain five certificates from the Celestial Legion."


    "Bone Dragon Certificate 1/1"


    "Xuanwu Certificate 1/1"


    ...


    "ck Wolf Certificate 1/1"


    "All certificates collected. Please insert them into the groove."


    The system sounded off one by one. Orson suppressed his excitement and, following the glowing grooves'' directions, carefully inserted the five different-shaped certificates.


    "Damn, the ce seems like it''s about to copse!" Bradley shouted, panicking.


    The entire cave began to shake violently. Madman, terrified, copsed onto the ground.


    Seeing this, Dragon Grand''s eyes briefly shed with excitement. Taking advantage of the moment when everyone was distracted, he swiftly dashed out of the cave.


    Orson received the evacuation prompt and quickly said, "Let''s get out of here."


    "Who do you think you are, Master Thief? Can you at least have somemon sense?" Bradley said with disdain, lifting Madman to his feet.


    The group sprinted towards the exit with all their strength.


    As soon as they stepped out of the dragon''sir, the entire mountain copsed with a mighty crash.


    A deafening rumble echoed from deep underground. Even though yers weren''t afraid of death, the massive tremor still sent a chill down their spines.


    "My dragon tooth! My treasure... it''s all gone! What the hell did you do?" Madman cursed in regret, still pondering if he could use his ss skills to steal the dragon''s bones for crafting legendary weapons.


    "Just wait and see," Orson said with burning determination in his eyes, casually summoning the Crimson Lizard King. It soared into the sky, scanning the horizon.


    Suddenly, a dazzling beam of light shot into the sky, followed by thunder and lightning.


    The mountain was connected to a t in, and with the deafening boom, all the magical beasts in the area went into a frenzy, running for their lives.


    yers in every stronghold were stunned. The tremorsing from deep underground hinted at the birth of a terrifying monster.


    The in cracked open, and a massive hollow, 100 kilometers in diameter, appeared in the ground. A floating ind rose into the sky, revealing a grand silver pce at its core.


    The light broke into several beams, cascading downward like ethereal curtains, mist swirling around them.


    "What... what the hell is that?!" Madman''s jaw nearly hit the floor. Bradley stared at the sight, speechless in disbelief.


    "Could that be the final hidden stronghold?" he asked, stunned.


    "You''ve unlocked the Celestial Fortress!"


    "Bone Dragon Stronghold has now unlocked the portal to the Celestial Fortress."


    "By conquering this city, you will be the Sky Lord!"


    Orson''s face lit up with excitement. This was the biggest secret of the guild''s stronghold war!


    "The First Battlefield seems to have a new dungeon. Should we go for it?"


    "How do you expect us to? Can''t you see it''s floating in the sky? How are we supposed to get up there?"


    "This is insane! Why didn''t we see this before? Who made this?"


    "Is this part of the game''s new expansion?"


    Rumors of the Celestial Fortress quickly spread across the world channel. Everyone was specting about the origins of this sky city.


    As the five stronghold certificates flew back into his hands, Orson couldn''t hide his excitement. Looking at the ancient giant city, he whispered to himself, "This is truly a huge win."


    The city had once been struck down by the Dark Dragon Empire, but now, it had descended back into the world.


    And he had a chance to be the Sky Lord!

 Chapter 88 88: Are You a Time Traveler?

    "No wonder that guy was so willing to let go of the stronghold. Turns out he knew there was a hidden one all along. Where the hell did he get that strategy guide?"


    "Celestial Fortress... my god, even the name sounds ridiculously epic."


    "From now on, I don''t want to hear anyoneparing Dragon''s Kiss Guild or any of those other clowns to Godyer. Just stop embarrassing yourselves."


    yers on the world chat were stunned, and guild leaders suddenly felt that their newly acquired strongholds weren''t so impressive anymore. Compared to the massive city floating in the sky, their few wooden buildings looked like outhouses.


    Madman: "Man, I''ve been so short-sighted. Who needs a bicycle when you''ve got a Celestial Fortress?"


    Female Dorm God: "I knew hugging this thigh would pay off! Thick, hairy, and with the best grip!"


    Rumors spread that the Celestial Fortress contained untold treasures, attracting the greed of dragons. Over a dozen dark dragons had once besieged the fortress, only to be ughtered by the five legendary War Saints, with a few severely injured dragons barely escaping.


    The dragon whose skeletony in the cave was likely one of the few survivors of that ancient battle. Its unyielding spiritpelled it to guard the activation point until its natural lifespan ran out.


    Orson knew that merely unlocking the Celestial Fortress wasn''t enough. The stronghold still needed to be conquered¡ªa feat that, in his previous life, hadn''t been achieved until over a yearter. Even the mighty Dragon''s Kiss Guild had repeatedly failed, a testament to the difficulty of the challenge.


    Still, now that the hidden stronghold was open, how could Orson not give it a try?


    Riding the Crimson Lizard King back to Bone Dragon Stronghold, Orson gathered everyone and exined the situation.


    "Who wants to join me for a battle in the heavens?" Orson asked, smiling.


    Bradley: "Hell yeah! Don''t just talk about battles in the heavens; I''d join you for a battle underground, too!"


    Iron Cavalry: "Count me in! I''ll punch a hole in the sky if I have to!"


    Wild Gale: "I''m in as well!"


    The war-hungry group roared in excitement, still full of energy even after 24 hours of non-stopbat. The sight of the massive fortress floating in the sky was too tempting. They were terrified that some other guild might im it first. After all, how else would they impress thedies?


    Their worries were unnecessary. At this stage of the game, the only way to approach the Celestial Fortress was via the Bone Dragon Stronghold''s teleportation array or with a flying mount, which very few yers had.


    For now, other guilds could only watch helplessly as Godyer made their move.


    Conquering a stronghold of such extreme difficulty wouldn''t work with sheer numbers alone. Orson had Madman assemble a small, high-level strike team. The goal of the initial attempt wasn''t to im the fortress outright but to gather useful information.


    "Everyone else, log off and rest. Bnce your work and y. Enjoy yourselves," Orson said with a smile, tossing another thousand gold coins in bonuses.


    "Nice! The boss is the best!"


    "With a boss like this, life''s great!"


    The yers cheered, and Orson nodded, satisfied. He knew the good times wouldn''tst forever. All he could do was let them enjoy themselves while they could.


    "Dancing Giant Boobs, your secondary ss is gardener, right? Take this and nt it in the most prominent spot in the stronghold," Orson said to a female archer.


    Dancing Giant Boobs: "Boss, you remembered my secondary ss? Are you secretly paying attention to me? I''m single, you know."


    Orson couldn''t help but chuckle. "You''re always teasing my little Kai. How could I not notice you?"


    Orson had ess to the secondary professions of all life-skill members. Dancing Giant Boobs''s secondary ss was rtively basic, specializing in growing herbs and elerating their growth¡ªperfect for nurturing the Tree of Rebirth sapling he had.


    "Max out your skills. If you need funds, talk to Madman," Orson added. "Also, head to Violet Thunder Fortress and find someone called the Nameless Master. He''ll teach you how to upgrade your secondary ss."


    Dancing Giant Boobs: "Secondary sses can be upgraded?"


    The life-skill yers lit up with excitement. Most of them were casual yers or gold farmers, trying to make a bit of money from the game and unaware of the potential of their professions.


    "Yes," Orson said, smiling. "I''ll put together a guide and upload it to the guild storage for you to reference."


    The group looked at him with newfound admiration. Who wouldn''t love a bigshot willing to help out the rookies?


    With a wave of his hand, Orson produced a vibrant green sapling and handed it to Dancing Giant Boobs.


    "Whoa! A divine item?! This is incredible!"


    "No way! I''ve never even seen a holy artifact, and now there''s a divine one?!"


    The group gathered around in awe. The tiny sapling, barely the size of a pinky finger, was apparently a legendary divine item.


    Orson wouldn''t casually hand over such a valuable item. The sapling''s usage was bound to specific guild members, and as the item''s owner, Orson could reim it at any time. This was a safeguard to prevent theft¡ªsomethingmon in other online games, where guild warehouses often fell victim to unscrupulous yers.


    If life-skill yers weren''t crucial for developing strongholds, most guilds wouldn''t even ept them.


    Madman: "You''re a freak. How do you know everything?" He narrowed his eyes at Orson. "You''re not¡­ a time traveler, are you?"


    Damn it!


    Orson nearly froze at Madman''s words, struggling to keep his expression neutral.


    Madman: "Or maybe¡­ you''re the secret love child of the AIpany''s CEO?"


    "This game was created by AI, so it''s totally usible you''d have insider knowledge!" he added, nodding to himself.


    Bradley: "Enough of your nonsense!" he snapped, smacking Madman on the back of the head. "Do you even understand the level of game knowledge a triple-crown champion has? It''s way beyond yourprehension."


    Madman: "What the hell? You can''t stop me from speaking my mind!" he grumbled, clutching his head.


    Bradley smirked at Orson. "Still, I''m starting to think my brother here is a walking cheat code."


    With a dark expression, Orson kicked both of them away. "Stop wasting time. Let''s head to the sky!"


    Godyer''s small strike team stepped onto the teleportation array. In a sh of light, their surroundings changed.


    They found themselves in an overgrown graveyard filled with crumbling tombstones. Rusty weapons were embedded in the ground around each grave.


    "You''ve discovered¡ªck Iron Maze Entrance: Resting ce!"


    A voice, low and eerie like a demon''s whisper, echoed in the air.


    "The Celestials watch over all things. You cannot escape, adventurers."


    A thick fog enveloped the group. Madman felt chills down his spine as he noticed movement beneath him. "Weapons ready! We''ve gotpany!"


    A skeletal hand burst from a grave, the chilling environment and haunting background music nearly scaring them out of their wits.


    Madman instantly dashed behind Iron Cavalry, shoving him forward. "Don''t chicken out, buddy!"


    Iron Cavalry: "What the hell, man? Of course I''m scared¡ªwho wouldn''t be in a ce like this?!"


    Bradley: "Come on, dude. You''re an A-ranked Holy Knight. You''re longer than most Holy Knights¡ªshow some dignity!"


    A towering, armored undead warrior emerged, its armor covered in fatal battle scars.


    [Celestial Legion ¡¤ Hero Spirit Warrior: Level 10]


    HP: 150,000/150,000


    Attack Power: 900N?v(el)B\\jnn


    Skills: Eternal Warfire, Beginner War Saint Swordsmanship


    "My god! A level 10 elite monster with those stats?!" the group gasped.


    More undead warriors began rising from their graves, quickly numbering fifteen.


    Iron Cavalry: "Give me buffs!"


    The healers sprang into action, casting shields, attribute enhancements, and resistance buffs on Iron Cavalry.


    Bradley: "I''ll tank some too. My gear can handle it."


    "Focus on kiting them. They''re slow, so keep moving to avoid being surrounded," Orson instructed.


    As the undead warriors charged, Iron Cavalry used mass taunts to draw their attacks. Bradley pulled four monsters away to ease the pressure, letting the healers stabilize Iron Cavalry''s health.


    The battle was fierce. Just as things seemed under control, a bronze coffin in the distance began to move. A massive green hand emerged, followed by a towering figure nearly five meters tall.


    Its muscr frame was covered in greenish-blue veins, and it wielded a giant axe the size of a door. Two ghostly mes flickered in its eye sockets.


    "1.5 million HP? A level 10 boss?! You''ve got to be kidding me!" Bradley eximed, stunned.

 Chapter 89 89: You Think You Can Brag About 1,000-Meter Range to Me?

    "My Emperor¡­ have you abandoned us?"


    "My Emperor¡­"


    [Celestial Legion ¡¤ Giant Chieftain: Level 10]


    [Elite Creature]


    HP: 1,500,000/1,500,000


    Attack Power: 1,500


    Skills: Fearless Strike, Limb Regeneration


    "WTF! Could this game get any more insane?"


    A few Heroic Warriors had just been killed, and Iron Cavalry, the main tank, barely had time to celebrate when he looked up and saw the towering Giant Chieftain. If that massive axe hit him, he''d probably be reduced to tomato paste.


    "A giant race?"


    Orson narrowed his eyes. In the lore, these creatures carried the blood of titans but were essentially a branch of the original human race.


    However¡­


    He couldn''t wrap his head around how a titan,rger than a mountain, managed to do the deed with the first human woman. Did none of the gods overseeing this feel it was absurdly inappropriate?


    "Wait, is this boss out of his mind? Why''s he walking away?"


    Bradley was puzzled. He had been gearing up to see if the boss could even be damaged, but the Giant Chieftain had turned and was now heading into the mist.


    Everyone was baffled. For as long as they''d been ying the game, this was the first time they''d encountered something so odd.


    "These monsters don''t even drop loot, not even a scrap of junk. I''m so done," Iron Cavalry grumbled. He had taken the brunt of the damage yet reaped no rewards.


    Before he could finish venting, Heroic Archers emerged from distant graves, drawing their bows and firing at the group. Iron Cavalry rushed forward to taunt them, preventing the backline from being wiped out by the rain of arrows.


    As Orson watched the retreating Giant Chieftain, a quest notification appeared:


    "Follow the Giant Chieftain!"


    "Stewart,e with me," Orson called to the junior healer.


    "Where are we going? Shouldn''t we stick with the others?" Stewart asked, clutching the goofy little goat he always carried.


    "Let''s find out what this boss is up to."


    "Alright."


    Although the Heroic Warriors'' stats were high, their attacks were sluggish and predictable. Bradley and the others could handle them without much difficulty.


    The game system ssified Resting ce as the entrance to an iron-tier dungeon. Simr to the ancient ruins found in strongholds, these dungeons were ranked by difficulty: Iron, Bronze, Silver, Gold, tinum, and Diamond.


    Most strongholds only contained ruins of Iron to Silver tier. Bone Dragon Stronghold''s ruins were Silver-tier, but Celestial Fortress was unique, containing all six tiers of difficulty. The deeper the yers ventured, the greater the rewards.


    Conquering the fortress, however, didn''t require clearing all the dungeons. Orson guessed thatpleting specific stronghold questlines was the key to unlocking ownership.


    Madman: "Where are you headed?"


    Orson: "We''ll split up. You guys explore the dungeon while I look for clues to im the stronghold."


    With that, Orson and Stewart disappeared into the mist.


    The Giant Chieftain didn''t notice them following¡ªit probably didn''t consider them worth its attention. It continued striding toward a cluster of buildings ahead.


    After ten minutes, the giant halted. The mist began to clear, revealing the structure before them.


    "You''ve discovered¡ªThe Watchtower!"


    Inside a towering white structure, the Giant Chieftain knelt on one knee. "Lord Skyfeather, has the Emperor abandoned us?"


    The interior of the tower was vast, but the only response was an oppressive silence.


    "Skyfeather the Arrow Saint?" Orson thought, startled. Could there still be a living NPC in this ancient, forgotten tower?


    "Quick, curse me. Something feels off," Orson suddenly said, a sense of danger prickling at him.


    "Uh, okay!" Stewart stammered, setting down the goat to cast Soul Seal on Orson.


    Orson removed his equipment to make it easier for Stewart to reduce his health to 10%.


    +1333


    A healing glow appeared over the goat''s head. It bleated happily, seemingly enjoying the holy light.


    "Wait¡­ why does this little goat have more health than it should?"


    Just as Orson chuckled at the absurdity, he noticed the goat''s HP bar rise slightly above its usual limit.


    "I don''t know. It just¡­ increased somehow," Stewart said, puzzled. He joked, "If this goat had a taunt skill, it could be an unkible tank."


    Orson was speechless. If Stewart kept treating the goat as his "shield," it might one day evolve into a terrifyingly tanky neutral creature.


    "You''ve received the Curse King''s Blessing. All attributes +90%."


    A ck aura enveloped Orson, his stats skyrocketing. He was stunned by the absurd power boost.


    And this was just from Stewart''s Soul Seal at its basic level. If upgraded, the buff would be even more ridiculous.


    "You and I are but remnants of the Empire''s mark. Shatal, you''ve been cursed."


    A spectral voice echoed, drawing Orson''s attention back to the tower.


    A woman bathed in silver light appeared on a spiral staircase. Her gem-like blue eyes gleamed emptily as she descended.


    Her skin was pale as snow, her features exquisitely delicate. d in dazzling white light armor, she exuded an air of otherworldly beauty.


    She should have been a peerless figure capable of captivating the hearts of countless men in the Empire.


    But now, she seemed more like a ghost. Her semi-transparent body floated gracefully down to the hall.


    Skyfeather held a bronze bow and, with a stiff motion, raised it to aim at the Giant Chieftain.


    Orson''s interface disyed her attributes:


    [Celestial Legion ¡¤ Remnant of the Arrow Saint: Level 26]


    [Domain Master Creature]


    HP: 20,000,000/20,000,000


    Attack Power: 3,500


    Skills: Annihtion Shot, Absolute Range, Magic Eye Refract, Dragon yer Arrow


    Seeing these stats, Orson felt an overwhelming urge to turn and run.


    The enormous health pool and attack power were daunting enough, but her skillset? Each ability sounded more terrifying than thest.


    "She''s my level?"


    Orson realized that some monsters in Infinite Dimensions scaled with the yer''s level. This feature, while rare, was not unheard of.


    He spected that this mechanic might have been why Usher and others had failed to conquer Celestial Fortress¡ªtheir high levels made the monsters disproportionately powerful.


    "I will remember you," Skyfeather said softly, her tone tinged with mncholy.


    She nocked an arrow. The bronze bow radiated a menacing ck glow, its destructive aura suffocating Orson and Stewart. Everything in their vision turned dark, save for her radiant figure.n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    "Perish, Shatal."


    Whoosh!


    The sound of an arrow slicing through the air filled the tower. Orson dragged Stewart into a blind spot just as the ck arrow pierced the Giant Chieftain''s forehead.


    -200,000!


    An absurd damage number appeared, yet the giant didn''t fall. It let out a dazed roar. "Skyfeather! I need an answer!"


    Another arrow shot forth, severing one of the giant''s arms in an instant.


    +10,000!


    +10,000!


    The Giant Chieftain''s limb began to regenerate, its undead nature restoring its health. Roaring, it charged again, swinging its massive stone axe in a desperate bid to fight back.


    "A base attack of 3,500 and a 200,000-damage crit? This game''s developers must be trolling us!" Orson muttered.


    If Skyfeathernded even one critical hit on him, it would be game over.


    Skyfeather danced around gracefully, leaping onto the giant''s shoulder and unleashing a flurry of precise arrows. Within moments, the Giant Chieftain was reduced to a broken mess, its limbs and head severed.


    "Boss, we need to bail. There''s no way we can handle her," Stewart said nervously, clutching his goat.


    "Conquer the Watchtower to gain its authority!"


    The quest updated. Orson hesitated briefly before firing a basic attack at Skyfeather from a hundred meters away.


    Skyfeather''s soul-lit eyes red as she deftly dodged. "A foolish wraith, yet your range is impressive," she said disdainfully.


    Without a word, Orsonunched another Chaos Magic Ball. Skyfeather caught it midair, crushing it in her hand.


    Block!


    Burn -8,000!


    Burn -8,000!


    The chaotic mes dissipated, and her expression stiffened with anger.


    "My name is Skyfeather. I am the Dragon yer, the Empire''s First Arrow Saint. I can y endless hordes from a thousand meters away. Do you dare challenge me?"


    Orson smirked and motioned for Stewart to retreat.


    Then, with a casual turn, he stepped onto the railing of the tower and leapt into the sky.


    "Dude, even your suicides are stylish?" Stewart gasped, dumbfounded.


    A beastly roar echoed. The Crimson Lizard King soared beneath Orson, catching him midair.


    Standing atop his mount, Orson gazed at Skyfeather and said with a grin, "A thousand meters? You''re about to get a lesson in range."

 Chapter 90 90: Dragon Slayer Arrow

    "You have provoked Skyfeather, the Arrow Saint. Rage Progress +10%."


    "At 100% Rage Progress, Skyfeather''s soul will awaken."


    "Once awakened, she will ignore all taunt skills and lock onto you until your death."


    Orson frowned at the notification but soon broke into a wicked smile.


    This woman was arrogant and sharp-tongued. He couldn''t help but wonder what would happen if her true self emerged.


    "I am Orgod, the Chaos Overlord. I don''t waste my time fighting women. Send your Emperor to fight me instead!" Orson taunted.


    Skyfeather responded with a thunderous assault, her bronze bow unleashing a rapid sequence of seven twangs.


    "Such speed!"


    Orson''s expression shifted as seven bolts of ck lightning shot out from the tower, darkening the skies.


    -mlss!


    -mlss!


    Orson nearly burst outughing. Fortunately, he had prepared for this.


    The Crimson Lizard King had already retreated a full kilometer away, and the ck bolts lost control and plummeted to the ground as they reached their maximum range.


    Boom! Boom! Boom!


    Seven massive craters, each over a hundred meters wide, appeared on the ground below. Orson''s face turned pale. If he had been hit by one of those bolts, he''d have been sttered into a mix of blue and ck bruises.


    "You have provoked Skyfeather, the Arrow Saint. Rage Progress +10%."


    A furious roar echoed from the tower, and the soul mes around Skyfeather surged violently.


    "She''s so easily provoked. What a simple woman," Orson muttered, shaking his head.


    "I don''t like being shot at, so I usually do the shooting," he quipped, though something about his words felt off.


    No matter¡ªhe stood just outside Skyfeather''s maximum range and cast The me Dragon. A massive dragon-shaped construct of fire surged into the white tower.


    Skyfeather remained stoic, pulling her bowstring with an air of icy disdain. With a single arrow, she shattered The me Dragon, reducing it to a flurry of chaotic fireballs that rained toward her.


    True to her pride as an Arrow Saint, Skyfeather didn''t even flinch as the mes consumed her.


    -8000!


    -8000!


    Skyfeatherunched another attack, but Orson, now over two kilometers away, gave her no opportunity tond a hit.


    "This is ridiculous," Orson muttered, finding her behaviorically rigid. Despite being an echo of her former self, herbat style was like that of a stubborn novice.


    Even as Orson''s passive attacks chipped away at her health, she refused to leave the tower.


    "Wait¡­ she can''t leave the tower?"


    Orson suddenlyughed. He had been worried she might have flying abilities and was preparing for a drawn-out battle. But if she couldn''t leave the tower, it was like she was handing him a free win.


    Smiling, Orson activated Whisper of the Wind, boosting his attack speed to 2.4. He unleashed a flurry of fireballs, interspersed with Chaos Magic Ball and Explosive Fireball spells, achieving a near 5.0 attack speed through skillful casting techniques.


    In just one minute, he dealt over a million damage, raising Skyfeather''s Rage Progress to 70%.


    "She''s so tanky for someone with such a perfect figure!" Orson quipped, continuing his mechanical assault.


    Despite his relentless attacks, the Arrow Saint''s 20 million HP was absurd. Against an ordinary boss, this level of output would have been lethal, but here it barely scratched the surface.


    To Skyfeather, Orson was an annoying insect. But this "insect" was as irritating as a dragon''s bite, dealing small but constant damage that insulted her pride.


    She retaliated with over ten powerful arrows, each packing terrifying power, but they couldn''t even graze Orson.


    The Arrow Saint, a legend of the Light Dragon Empire and the undisputed master of long-rangebat, had never suffered such humiliation.


    However, her intelligence as a remnant spirit was limited. She remained rooted at the tower, continuing her futile attacks.


    "Skyfeather''s Rage Progress is nearing 100%. She will regain a portion of her peak strength for a limited time!"


    "Caution: Avoid her attacks!"


    Orson''s brief satisfaction vanished as red warnings filled his screen. He hesitated, then started stacking Sr Shields while maintaining his attacks.


    He couldn''t be certain that his meager 10,000 HP, bolstered by nine Sr Shields, would withstand Skyfeather''s onught. The crater-riddled ground beneath the tower was a grim reminder of her power.


    "Speak my true name, and grant the heretical invaders the harshest judgment!"


    Skyfeather''s HP dropped by two million, pushing her Rage Progress to 100%. Her soft voice carried a dangerous weight, as if summoning something ancient.


    A golden light shed atop the tower, descending into Skyfeather''s body.


    Her vacant eyes gained rity. Her translucent figure became solid. Her soul had awakened.


    Orson''s pupils contracted. Even from nearly two kilometers away, he felt the weight of her transformation. It was as if a divine projection had descended upon the mortal world.


    A peerless woman, holding a bronze divine bow, appeared in the vision of his mind. With one arrow, she pierced the heavens, raining blood from the skies as dark dragons exploded, their remains obliterated.


    "Dragon yer Arrow."


    Skyfeather whispered, her soul fire calming as her movements became graceful yetmanding. From her quiver, she drew a single bone arrow.


    If Orson had been closer, he would have been horrified. The arrow was carved from dragon teeth¡ªa sacred artifact.


    Skyfeather nocked the arrow, pulling her bowstring into a perfect arc. The air trembled as a two-meter-wide ck aura engulfed the arrow before copsing into a single point of dark light.


    She caressed her bow as the arrow shot forth, her voice soft yet chilling:


    "Magic Eye Refract."


    A bronze mirror appeared in her hand, transforming into an eye-like object that tore through space.


    Orson watched as the ck dot approached, its speed deceptively slow¡ªresembling the leisurely pace of a level-one archer''s arrow.


    "Something''s wrong."


    Looking up, Orson saw the space above him fracture. A massive magical eye floated there, locking onto him. The eye seemed to reflect an image¡ªhis own.


    "Run!!" Orson yelled at the Crimson Lizard King, his voice tinged with panic.


    Sensing the danger, the Lizard King activated its speed boost and bolted. Even it seemed to realize that its master was in grave danger.


    As they fled hundreds of meters, Orson nced back. The magical eye was still locked onto him, the reflection unwavering.


    The Dragon yer Arrow advanced, its leisurely pace betraying its destructive power. Another magical eye appeared, and the ck light passed through it, reappearing in another location with a sudden burst of speed.


    There was no time to react.


    "Tool #1, you''re up. I can''t take this hit," Orson muttered grimly.


    The Crimson Lizard King let out a mournful roar, but their contract left it no choice. Spreading its wings, it positioned itself between Orson and the arrow.


    The impact was devastating.


    In an instant, the Lizard King''s legs were obliterated.n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om


    -10,000


    -20,000


    -30,000


    The damage escted rapidly. No blood spilled; the ck light devoured the Lizard King''s flesh, leaving behind only void-like darkness.


    A Dragon yer debuff appeared on the Lizard King:


    "Effect: Consumes flesh as sustenance. Indestructible unless fully devoured. Duration: 10 seconds."


    "This is getting interesting. I''m finally feeling a challenge," Orson muttered, his nerves taut.


    His emergency-use Immortal Spirit Relic was still on cooldown. If the Lizard King was fully consumed, Orson would fall from the sky to his death.


    After a brief moment of hesitation, Orson made his decision.


    "Beast Summon: Battle Space!"

 Chapter 91 91: Let Me Introduce You to a Girlfriend

    A spatial rift opened again, revealing a beast-exclusive space¡ªa special storage simr to a yer''s inventory, designed for housing beasts.


    The Crimson Lizard King was immediately pulled inside. Though the Dragon yer debuff timer continued, its HP had stopped draining.


    Orson, now in free fall, plummeted toward the ground. "3... 2... 1...e out!" he shouted.


    As soon as the debuff expired, he summoned the Crimson Lizard King again.


    With a resounding roar, the Lizard King reappeared, catching Orson mid-air and flying back into the skies. Its previously severed lower half was fully regenerated, though its HP was reduced by nearly half.


    Infinite Dimensions differed from other online games¡ªtamed beasts only had one life. If they died, the yer would need to tame another.


    This made beastmasters especially cautious. In life-threatening situations, many would store their beasts to protect them, even if it meant sacrificing themselves since yers could respawn but beasts could not.


    Using beasts to absorb debuffs was a hallmark of a skilled beastmaster and particrly effective against bosses with deadly status effects.


    But before Orson could breathe a sigh of relief, Skyfeather unleashed another attack through her Magic Eye Refract skill. Multiple bolts of ck lightning ricocheted between magic eyes, locking onto Orson once again.


    "What the hell is this skill?!" Orson shouted in frustration.


    The Magic Eye Refract skill granted a form of over-the-horizon attack capability.


    Two magic eyes worked together: one acted as a radar to lock onto distant targets, allowing attacks beyond the boss''s normal range, while the other reflected projectiles, dramatically reducing travel time.


    -3000!


    -3000!


    Orson''s Sr Shields exploded one after another under the relentless assault, forcing him to rely on the Crimson Lizard King to tank the damage.


    Fortunately, Skyfeather couldn''t use her Dragon yer Arrow skill indefinitely. Otherwise, the current flight height wouldn''t give him enough time for the Dragon yer debuff to expire.


    Looking up at the hovering magic eyes, Orson''s thoughts turned analytical. In Infinite Dimensions, any boss capable of using items was a formidable opponent.


    This skill was a nightmare, but also¡­ a dreame true for someone like him.


    Orson''s unmatched range gave him a significant advantage, but beyond his lock-on range, he had to rely on guesswork. Half his skills often missed their mark.


    And his long-range attacks had another w: slow projectile speeds.


    While they worked well against unprepared targets, nimble or experienced opponents had ample time to react, making this a ring weakness.


    Skyfeather''s Magic Eye Refract, however, seemed to address these issues perfectly.


    "How can I get my hands on that?" Orson wondered, his mind racing.


    Killing a Domain Master boss often yielded incredible rewards, but there was no guarantee the magic eyes would drop.


    In his previous life, no one had ever reported obtaining this skill or item.


    Judging by its effects, it was likely a legendary item or sacred artifact¡ªrare to the point of absurdity.


    Relying on pure luck to obtain it wasn''t Orson''s style.


    Switching strategies, he shifted from offense to defense, focusing entirely on stacking shields.


    For ten minutes, Orson endured a relentless barrage of attacks. But as long as the Dragon yer Arrow wasn''t used, his shields and the Crimson Lizard King could manage the damage.


    During brief lulls, he threw out the asional counterattack. While his damage output wasn''t impressive, it chipped away at the boss''s HP.


    "Quit pretending. You''re running on fumes. Hurry up and return to normal," Orson muttered, gritting his teeth.


    He doubted Skyfeather''s peak state couldst much longer. If a fully-powered Arrow Saint had been stationed in the Celestial Fortress, Usher would never have conquered it in his past life.


    As Orson predicted, the locking effect disappeared. The magic eyes retracted into Skyfeather''s hands, and her rage mode ended. Her gaze grew vacant once more.


    "My turn."


    Orson, now thoroughly annoyed, wore a grim expression as he urged the Crimson Lizard King forward, resuming his kite-and-attack strategy.


    "Thunderstrike!"


    "Whisper of the Wind!"n/?/vel/b//in dot c//om


    Unleashing a barrage of chaos-infused magic, Orson rained fireballs down on Skyfeather. For one minute, his attacks had a guaranteed burn critical effect. Burning the Arrow Saint felt oddly satisfying.


    Skyfeather, now silent and detached, showed little reaction to Orson''s provocations. She no longer raged or retaliated recklessly, and her demeanor was eerily calm.


    Despite outward confidence, Orson was nervous. The Crimson Lizard King''s HP had dropped below 30,000, leaving it unable to survive another Dragon yer Arrow.


    Still, he gambled that Skyfeather wouldn''t re-enter her rage mode. He knew that Infinite Dimensions never designed truly unbeatable tasks. Even the most challenging content had its limits.


    Chaos Chain activated!


    For the next five seconds, all damage dealt is doubled!


    Combined with the Cursed Healing buff, which boosted all attributes, Orson''s attacks now dealt over 5,000 damage per hit, with an additional 20,000 burn damage per second.


    Twenty minutester, Skyfeather''s 16 million HP had dropped to under 3 million.


    Victory was within reach. But just as Orson was about to finish her off, he paused and activated the guild channel.


    "How''s it going on your end?" he asked.


    Female Dorm God: "Huh? Boss, you''re still alive?"


    Orson was speechless. Stewart had fled immediately when told to escape, reuniting with Bradley and the others without hesitation.


    Madman: "I''m fighting something that''s like a giant meatball. Three million HP, I kid you not!"


    Iron Cavalry: "It''s covered in poison gas. Anyone who gets near it melts. If it weren''t for Dorm God buffing me, I''d be done for."


    Bradley: "Orson, quit cking. If you were here, we''d have cleared the dungeon already. I''ve figured out the boss''s mechanics¡ªit''s doable now."


    "Good, sounds like you''re almost done. Madman, are you free?" Orson asked.


    Madman: "What do you think? I''m the main DPS here. Do you think I have free time?"


    Madman''s response instantly sparked Bradley''s ire.


    Bradley: "Main DPS? You contributed 6% damage. My 17% makes me the real MVP!"


    Madman''s face burned with embarrassment. Grabbing Bradley by the cor, he shouted, "I was also directing the team, you idiot!"


    Texas Musk: "Directing? You''ve been looting the minibosses for money! Half the loot''s missing after every fight¡ªcare to exin?"


    Madman turned red as the group roasted him mercilessly. Orson couldn''t help but chuckle, imagining the chaos in the dungeon.


    "Stealing boss attributes has a 2% sess rate, and all I get is temporary mana boosts. I''m a rogue¡ªI don''t even have a mana bar! What am I supposed to do with that?!" Madmanined, his voice dripping with frustration.


    "My bad, my bad... but I''ve got a glorious mission for you," Orson said, clearing his throat.


    Madman: "If you''re gonna screw me over, just say it."


    Orson: "Nonsense. Would I ever betray my brothers?"


    Feigning sincerity, Orson continued, "Actually, you''ve been saying you wanted a girlfriend, right? I realized I haven''t been supportive enough, so I''ve got someone for you to meet."


    Madman: "A girlfriend? You''re serious?!"


    Madman perked up, his interest piqued. Bradley and the others were equally surprised.


    Orson: "She''s bold, affectionate, and even lets you touch her... Yep, very hands-on."


    The guild erupted in chaos.


    Random Member 1: "I''m in! I''ve been single for 30 years¡ªI''m great with my hands!"


    Random Member 2: "If he doesn''t want her, I''ll take her. I''ll treat her like a queen!"


    Random Member 3: "Shameless pigs! Stay away from the girls in our guild!"


    The female guild members retaliated, branding every man who spoke up as a beast.


    Madman: "Quiet down! This is a serious matter. You idiots keep raiding¡ªI''ll handle this myself."


    Straightening his posture, Madman donned an air of authority.


    "Orson, wait for me. Your loyal dog is on his way!" he dered with a grin.


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 Chapter 92 92: Focus on Stealing, Stop Fooling Around

    "Where''s the girl? I''m asking, where''s the girl?!"


    Madman arrived at the coordinates Orson had marked on the map, craning his neck and scanning the area with an expression of shameless excitement that he couldn''t hide.


    "She''s right there, waiting for you at the Watchtower entrance. Show me your legendary thieving skills," Orson replied, marking Skyfeather''s location with a glowing exmation mark.


    "My god, you bastard!"


    Madman stretched his neck for a better look, spotting the girl d in tattered armor and covered in wounds. Without hesitation, he turned and bolted.


    "Where are you running to?! Get back here! She''s locked on to me¡ªshe won''t even notice you!" Orson called out, trying to stop him.


    "You mean that''s the girl? A 20-million-HP, supercharged mega-boss?! Are you insane?!"


    Madman reluctantly stopped, shouting back at Orson for tricking him and killing his excitement.


    "Quit whining. Her light armor''s already broken; this is the best time to strike," Orson urged.


    As an S-ss hidden profession, Master Thief had the potential to steal from bosses, though failure would increase the target''s aggro on the thief. If the theft failed too many times, the boss would shift its focus entirely to the thief, making it impossible for tanks to hold aggro.


    Luckily, Skyfeather''s mechanics meant that once she entered rage mode, she would ignore all others and focus solely on Orson.


    Orson grinned. No matter how slim the odds were of stealing Magic Eye Refract, he was determined. He would make Madman try again and again until he got his hands on that radar-like skill.


    "You better not be screwing me over," Madman grumbled, eyeing Skyfeather nervously. "She does have a nice figure, though. Great face, too¡­ if only she didn''t look so creepy."


    "Trust my judgment," Orson said with a confident smile.


    Madman sighed. "I''d trust you about as much as I trust myself to be Ryan Gosling."


    Despite his grumbling, Orson''s earlier promise of "hands-on ess" had been too tempting.


    Grumbling curses under his breath, Madman stealthily approached Skyfeather, his hands moving with practiced precision.


    "Baby, I love you!" Madman whispered gleefully as he patted Skyfeather all over.


    Skyfeather remained oblivious, her ghostly form continuing to pull her bowstring and fire arrows at Orson, who carefully stayed at the edge of her aggro range.


    "Ding¡­ Steal failed."


    "Ding¡­ Steal failed."


    After several failed attempts, Madman grew frustrated. "Come on, big sister, just give it up already! I''m just doing my job here! And, uh¡­ might I say, this waist, these thighs¡­ oh, and this perfectly toned rear¡ªwow!"


    Hearing Madman''s shameless praise, Orson shook his head, exasperated. For someone who constantlyined about the Master Thief profession, Madman sure seemed to enjoy himself.


    "How''s it going? Any luck?" Orson asked, a hint of urgency in his voice.


    "Quiet! I''m analyzing the situation!" Madman barked back, though Orson could hear him muttering about Skyfeather''s proportions under his breath.


    Madman finally entered full concentration mode, treating the task with the seriousness it deserved. Meanwhile, Orson busied himself keeping Skyfeather''s HP low, carefully whittling it down to around 100,000 to prevent her from regenerating.


    Suddenly, the guild chat erupted in excitement.


    Bradley: "Holy crap! A red-tier item! Oh my god, it''s anti-magic equipment!"


    Wild Gale: "This is insane¡­ my first time seeing red-tier gear!"


    The cheers snapped Orson and Madman out of their focus. The dungeon team had defeated the ck Iron Maze boss, triggering a region-wide announcement. Everyone received a bounty of stats and gold.


    Both Orson and Madman shouted at once: "Show us!"


    [Ancient Celestial Knight''s Shield]


    Quality: Anti-Magic


    Level: 10


    ss: Knight


    Defense: +500


    HP Bonus: +2000


    Effect:


    Full Defense: Reduce damage taken by 70% for 10 seconds but decrease attack power by 80%. Cooldown: 1 minute. Awakening Set Skill: Knight''s Resolve: Block all attacks for 3 seconds and reflect 40% of the damage taken back to attackers. Cooldown: 30 seconds.


    "The stats are on par with a level 25 legendary shield, and it has crazy damage reduction and reflect effects?" Madman was stunned.


    "It''s an incredible piece of gear. The real question is whether we can farm the rest of the set," Orson said calmly, though he wasn''t surprised. Anti-Magic gear was the pinnacle of equipment in Infinite Dimensions, often boasting unparalleled effects.


    Texas Musk: "Oh man, if only I were a knight!"


    God of Iron Cavalry: "Don''t even think about it. As the guild''s #1 knight, this shield is mine!"


    Laughter filled the guild channel. Everyone rolled their eyes at Iron Cavalry''s gloating.


    Bradley: "The shield''s in my hands, but how we distribute it is up to Orson. I''m not getting involved."


    Bradley, wary of Iron Cavalry''s habit of threatening to leave the guild, threw the decision back to Orson.


    "You still thinking about quitting, Iron Cavalry?" Orson teased.@@novelbin@@


    "What? No way! I''m here, taking all the poison hits for the team!" Iron Cavalryughed nervously.


    If not for his pride, he''d have begged Bradley for the shield already. With it, he could confidently im the title of the strongest knight in Infinite Dimensions.


    "Bradley, draft a contract for him. Once he signs, give him the shield," Orson said with a sly smile.


    "You mean¡­ a ve contract?" Iron Cavalry stammered, dumbfounded.


    "Exactly! Let''s set the penalty at 10 billion gold. If he dares defect, we''ll sue him into oblivion!" Bradley roared withughter, thrilled by the idea.


    Although Infinite Dimensions had no in-gamew enforcement, real-world contracts carried weight. A legally binding agreement would ensure Iron Cavalry couldn''t betray the guild without consequences.


    "Fine, fine! I''ll sign it. I''ll even die with the guild if that''s what it takes!" Iron Cavalry relented, giddy at the thought of bing the first Anti-Magic gear holder in the game.


    The dungeon team, eager for more loot, delved deeper into the Bronze Maze. However, their enthusiasm was short-lived¡ªsixty yers couldn''t even defeat a level 20 elite gatekeeper.


    After repeated failures, Orson told them to log off and rest while he and Madman continued their "business."


    "Even Iron Cavalry got something amazing. Now it''s my turn! Come on, baby, love me one more time!"


    Madman''s jealousy spurred him on. With renewed determination, he continued his shameless efforts to pilfer Skyfeather.


    "Ding¡­ Steal sessful!"

 Chapter 93 93: Let Me Thank You

    Madman froze, his mind going nk. After hundreds of failed attempts, he had finally seeded!


    "You have obtained an Epic Rank Soul Seal!"


    Madman''s brain stalled. A Soul Seal?


    "Holy crap, this is huge! I pulled out a treasure!" he shouted, holding up what looked like a grotesque, severed finger.


    "This is ridiculous¡­" Orson was just as stunned. A boss could actually drop a Soul Seal?


    And not just any Soul Seal¡ªan Epic Rank Human Soul Seal,parable to the one Female Dorm God used?


    Madman eagerly shared the stats in the guild chat.


    [Ancient Finger of the God of Thieves]


    Quality: Epic Rank


    Passive Skill 1: Gain +50 poison damage per second for each boss you help defeat. (Beginner mastery: 0/3000)


    Gods'' Commentary: "Poisoning? Rebellion will not be tolerated!"


    Passive Skill 2: When failing to pick locks, steal, or apply poison, your next attempt has double the sess rate. (Beginner mastery: 0/1000)


    Gods'' Commentary: "I despise human thieves!"


    Both Orson and Madman stood motionless, processing the absurdity of the item.


    The gods seemed to harbor a deep grudge against thieves, and this Soul Seal reeked of petty spite. Still, it had undeniable synergy with Madman''s rogue ss.


    "I won''t lie¡ªthis thing is shady, vile, and downright sleazy. It''s perfect for you!" Orson dered with mock seriousness.


    Madman groaned. "I hate that you''re right."


    "Master Thief with a God of Thieves Soul Seal? This is like giving a battleship a railgun!" Orson mused, shaking his head in amazement.


    The poison effect was particrly frightening. If Madman could kill thousands of bosses, his poison damage alone would be game-breaking. But finding so many bosses to farm would be no easy task.@@novelbin@@


    "So¡­ I can keep it?" Madman asked sheepishly, scratching his head.


    "What do you think?" Orson replied with a smirk.


    Relieved, Madman grinned and immediately equipped the Soul Seal. "You''re a real brother, Orson!"


    Madman knew how rare such an item was. In any other guild, it would spark heated arguments over ownership or even cause friendships to copse. Orson''s generosity spoke volumes about his character.


    "Why are you still standing there? Keep going!" Orson urged.


    "Yes, sir! Today, I''m not stopping until I steal her whole wardrobe!" Madman replied enthusiastically.


    As the hours ticked by, the duo remained hard at work while the rest of the guild logged off to rest.


    "Ding¡­ Steal failed."


    "Ding¡­ Steal failed."


    Even with the Soul Seal doubling his chances, the sess rate remained abysmal.


    By the tenth hour, both Orson and Madman were exhausted¡ªnot physically, but mentally drained.


    "You won''t seed! Petty thieves!"


    "My name is eternal under the Empire''s skies¡­ I am the first archer of the Empire!"


    Skyfeather asionally interrupted their efforts with haughty insults. Her armor was now in tatters, revealing glimpses of her pristine white skin, but the two had no interest in her appearance. All they wanted was to squeeze out every bit of loot she had left.


    "You two are still fooling around up there?" Bradley chimed in, returning from a quest with some guild members.


    "Shut up!!" Madman snapped, visibly irritated. Hours of pickpocketing had yielded some gold, but the coveted Magic Eye Refract remained elusive.


    "One more hour," Madman muttered through gritted teeth. "I''llb through her pockets if I have to!"


    "Let''s wrap it up soon," Orson said, growing impatient. The ongoing effort felt like a waste of time, and the uing auction had guild leaders flooding his inbox with inquiries.


    "Five more minutes. If nothing drops, I''ll kill her," Orson decided, his tone icy.


    Madman, exasperated, shouted, "Fine! Onest chance for her to confess!"


    One minute passed.


    Then three.


    "Last try! If she doesn''t give me that mirror, I''ll yank it out myself!" Madman was losing it, fully consumed by desperation. He reached in one final time.


    "Ding¡­ Steal sessful!"


    A pair of mirrored earrings appeared in Madman''s hand.


    "Holy crap! Finally!" he screamed, ecstatic as he waved the earrings around like a trophy.


    Orson, equally astonished, praised him. "You actually pulled it off. Impressive!"


    "Level 25 Anti-Magic essories. Worth a billion gold, at least!" Madman boasted, though he didn''t even bother checking the stats. Instead, he sent the earrings straight to Orson''s inbox.


    "You will suffer for this! Prepare to face the wrath of the Emperor!" Skyfeather roared, her soul mes flickering violently as tears streamed down her translucent face.


    Madman hesitated for a moment, feeling a pang of guilt. Then, as if tofort her, he patted her on the shoulder. "Aw, don''t cry. Got anything else to share, big sister?"


    Ignoring the exchange, Orson opened his mailbox to inspect the loot.


    [The Emperor''s Token of Affection]


    Quality: Anti-Magic


    Level: 25


    ss: Ranged


    Effect 1:


    Magic Eye Lock-On: Enables sight beyond normal range by projecting targets into a mirror. Grants attack lock-on for 2 minutes. Cooldown: 5 minutes.


    Effect 2: Mirror Traverse: Uses two Magic Eyes to create a spatialwork, reducing projectile travel distance by fivefold. Lasts 2 minutes. Cooldown: 5 minutes.


    Effect 3: Dragon yer: Increases damage against dragon-blooded units by 100%. (Passive)


    "It doesn''t boost base stats, but the effects are ridiculously powerful," Orson muttered, awed by the earrings'' capabilities.


    He had assumed Magic Eye Refract was a single skill. It turned out to be two separate abilities, which Skyfeather had used in tandem to devastating effect.


    Now grinning ear to ear, Orson equipped the earrings. As a man who prided himself on his long range, his only gripe had been his poor uracy. These earrings solved that problem entirely.


    The Dragon yer passive, which doubled his damage against dragon-blooded enemies, was the cherry on top¡ªa glimmer of hope for taking down the dragons that gued his future ns.


    "You will be cursed by the entire Light Dragon Empire! Countless spirits of fallen knights will hunt you for eternity!" Skyfeather cried in anger.


    "Thanks for the gift," Orson replied, rolling his eyes at her melodramatic threats.


    This boss had nearly killed his precious Lizard King, and he wasn''t about to feel sorry for her.


    "Guess that''s all she had to offer." Madman slumped to the ground,pletely spent, and entered what he jokingly called "Sage Mode."


    Orson, eager to test the earrings, summoned two Magic Eyes and fired a me Dragon. The spell disappeared into one eye and reappeared near the white tower, its speed vastly improved.


    Skyfeather''s remaining HP was obliterated.


    Defeating a Domain Master boss usually meant a treasure trove of loot, but Skyfeather''s remains exploded with only a few pitiful coins.


    "How many times did you pickpocket her? Did you have to fleece her this hard?" Orson asked, exasperated.


    Madman grinned sheepishly. "Not much, not much¡­ just a few dozen gold coins. And, uh, some knickknacks."


    The so-called "knickknacks" were clearly valuable, judging by how tightly Madman guarded them.


    "You have obtained control of the Watchtower."


    "Celestial Fortress progress: 1/6."


    "Godyer Guild has upgraded from E-rank to D-rank. Member capacity increased."


    "Spend 5,000 gold and 50,000 prestige to repair the Watchtower? This will unlock a special skill."


    "Choose to repair?" the system prompted.

 Chapter 94 94: The Waaagh Goblin

    Hearing the system prompt, Orson chose to repair the Watchtower without hesitation.


    "You have unlocked the unique skill [Celestial Vision]."


    Guild Leader Exclusive Skill: [Celestial Vision]


    Effect: Infinite Dimensions is now under your divine surveince. While within the Watchtower''s range, consume 200 MP per second to gain full visibility of explored areas. Outside the Watchtower''s range, MP consumption increases tenfold.


    Orson''s eyes lit up. This skill was fascinating¡ªa surveince system akin to having a satellite feed.


    He casually clicked on the Pondenorlin City marker on the map. A split-screen disy appeared, revealing a bird''s-eye view of the city.


    MP-200


    MP-200


    Zooming in, he could see every street and alley of the city. When pushed to the limit, the skill disyed absurdly fine details, down to NPCs'' and yers'' hair textures and facial features.


    Is this¡­ a voyeur''s dreame true?


    Orson''s expression froze as he nced at Madman, who was still rummaging through Skyfeather''s remains. If this skill fell into his hands, the man would undoubtedly misuse it in horrifyingly creative ways.


    Fortunately, rogue yerscked mana pools. Even if Madman somehow became a guild leader, he''d be left to stare helplessly at the MP cost.


    "The Celestial Legion isn''t your average NPC faction."


    Orson pondered.


    This floating ind was positioned between the borders of the Light Dragon Empire and its nemesis, the Dark Dragon Empire. During a war, every strategic movement of either empire would be exposed to the Watchtower''s all-seeing gaze.@@novelbin@@


    It was essentially a wallhack.


    No wonder the Celestial Legion had managed to fend off an assault from over a dozen dark dragons.


    But who overran this fortress? And who sealed it underground?


    Pulling back from the Celestial Vision, Orson surveyed the entire floating ind.


    Most of the structuresy in ruins. The area around the white tower was rtively intact, but other parts of the ind resembled termite-eaten wood, littered with gaping craters and rubble.


    "Danger ahead. Level 30 required to proceed further."


    Though eager to explore deeper, Orson couldn''t bypass the level restriction. Reluctantly, he returned to the Bone Dragon Stronghold.


    "Orson, Wedge is asking about the base sale. She''s willing to pay a premium to buy our primary stronghold," Bradley reported.


    "Tell her to go wash up and dream on."


    "Got it."


    Bradley chuckled and ryed the message. Orson shook his head. Does she seriously think I''d sell the Bone Dragon Stronghold?


    Not only was the base priceless, but their mutual hatred ran so deep that each wanted the other dead. Where did she get the audacity to ask?


    "She says you''re a toad lusting after a swan and should drop dead. What should I reply with?"


    Bradley smirked mischievously.


    Orson''s face darkened. "You''ve got some nerve, man! Just ignore her next time."


    "Rx," Bradleyughed. "In my eyes, even if you''re a toad, you''re one dapper toad."


    "Get lost!" Orson tossed him the four deed certificates, instructing him and Madman to handle the auction.


    In major towns, yer-specific auction houses ensured anonymity and blurred item details to prevent conflicts spilling into the real world.


    "Carrying around so much gold feels amazing," Bradley mused. "What if we grab Iron Cavalry and just vanish? We could buy a resort and live like kings!"


    The two joked, grinning ear to ear, while Orson ignored their antics. With his eyes set on improving his strength and level, he had no time for distractions.


    Arriving at Pondenorlin City via a teleport NPC, Orson''s presence immediately caused an uproar.


    "Holy crap! A super red-name is here! Get him!"


    "Are you nuts? That guy''s a monster! Even Usher avoids him!"


    "Red-named yers daring to enter a city¡­ terrifying!"


    Some yers hesitated, but others had greedy ideas. Orson''s three legendary items were well-known. Killing him would them a fortune.


    Unfortunately for them, Orson was leagues above their level.


    "Stand down!"


    "Apprehend him!"


    The city''s guards¡ªa squad of heavily armed NPCs¡ªrushed to surround him. yers gathered to watch the spectacle.


    "This guy may be strong, but even he can''t take on all these guards!"


    "Should we try to kill him in the chaos? One lucky hit, and we''ll be set for life!"


    Before they could act, Orson leapt onto Crimson Lizard King.


    "Level 30 elite mount?!"


    "I never realized his mount was this massive¡­ the aura alone is terrifying!"


    With a sh of magic, Orson unleashed a me Dragon, sending the guards flying. Crimson Lizard King followed with a wave of mes, leaving the guards wailing in agony.


    As his mount soared skyward, Orson sped his hands together. The ground beneath erupted with an Earthquake, trapping the guards.


    A blur of motion, and he vanished into the horizon.


    "That''s insane¡­ just insane! He obliterated those guards like they were nothing."


    "Now I get why even Usher couldn''t stop him."


    Eventually, Orson arrived outside Purple Thunder Fort, where his quest tracker indicated the Dragon Maiden taskline was nearby.


    The area was a hilly terrain covered in toxic nts called Demonic Vines. Touching them inflicted continuous poison damage.


    He learned this the hard way when Crimson Lizard King''s HP plummeted afternding. Its swollen snout resembled a winged dog''s.


    After recalling his mount to the Battle Space, Orson encountered his first enemy.


    [Corrupted Goblin: Level 30]


    HP: 20,000


    Attack: 400


    Skills: Poison Stinger, Frenzy Drums, Rapid Volley


    A swarm of the tiny creatures emerged from the underbrush, shrieking in high-pitched voices. Resembling goblins but smaller, their wiry limbs wielded crude firearms and crossbows.


    "Am I really about to get stomped by these things?" Orson muttered, narrowly dodging a mine-like explosion from a Demonic Vine.


    "Waaagh!"


    The goblins screamed as they charged, clumsily firing their weapons. Their projectiles were wildly inurate, but the cacophony of their cries grated on his nerves.


    Resorting to brute force, Orson unleashed a barrage of Chaos Magic Balls, carving a path up the hill.


    The goblins were relentless. Reaching a cave halfway up the hill, Orson prepared to rest when¡ª


    "Waaagh! An intruder! Waaagh!"


    More goblins poured out of the cave, their numbers in the thousands. They were apanied by a yer painted entirely green, mimicking the goblins'' appearance.


    The yer was almost naked, wielding a tiny magical cannon and screaming alongside the goblins.


    "What the¡­? Is this guy¡­ cosying?!" Orson stared in disbelief, momentarily at a loss for words.

 Chapter 95 95: Hand-Cranked Anti-Air Cannon!

    Orson stared in stunned silence for a moment before taking to the skies on Crimson Lizard King, avoiding the hail of goblin fire.


    "Waaagh!"


    A chorus of goblin cheers erupted as they saw their intruder retreat, the small creatures dancing in excitement.


    From above, Orson confirmed what he had initially doubted¡ªthe goblin leader was indeed a yer.


    "If I''m not blind, then the world must be broken," Orson muttered, shaking his head.


    What stood below was a grown man, painted green from head to toe, wearing nothing but white briefs and pulling exaggerated faces to match hispanions. Even in the entric world of Infinite Dimensions, this sight was rare.


    "Are you¡­ a yer?"


    The goblin yer froze, momentarily stunned.


    Orson shrugged helplessly, almost embarrassed on the man''s behalf.


    Nightshade: "Quiet! This human is a friend of our n. Nobody is allowed to harm him!"


    At his words, the horde of goblins immediately quieted down, gazing up at their leader with wide-eyed reverence, as if he were a teacher in a ssroom of toddlers.


    Nightshade: "I, the strongest Waaagh Apostle of the goblin race,mand you all to return to work!"


    Surprisingly, the goblins obeyed without question, their excited cries of "Waaagh!" echoing as they retreated into their burrows like a receding tide.


    "You can control them?" Orson asked, visibly impressed.


    This yer was only Level 10, yet he couldmand a group of Level 30 goblins. That was no small feat.


    Nightshade: "Not exactly. I''m more of their temporary boss," he replied with a sheepish grin.


    Orson scrutinized the man. Despite the green skin being covered in intricate magical tattoos, he could tell it wasn''t merely painted on. Combined with the goggles resembling goblin craftsmanship, Nightshade could easily be mistaken for a goblin chieftain.


    "How did you even end up here?"


    Orson dismissed Crimson Lizard King and approached, curious about how a low-level yer had managed to survive in such a dangerous area.


    "Don''t get me started," Nightshade sighed. "I had the worst luck. I fell into a random teleportation trap straight out of the newbie vige and identally killed their leader onnding. That''s how I ended up with this weird hidden ss: [Waaagh Apostle]."


    "Impressive," Orson replied, suppressingughter.


    Infinite Dimensions was notorious for its myriad hidden sses. Even Orson couldn''t im to know them all.


    He recalled the goblins'' deity, "Waaagh," from the game''s lore. Waaagh was a god of creativity, with a quirky ability to produce miracles from the junkiest materials, fueled solely by its followers'' fanatical belief.


    Nightshade exined that after bing the goblins'' leader, he could have escaped the area but stayed instead. As a mechanical engineering student in real life, he found the goblins'' tech fascinating and decided to study it further.@@novelbin@@


    The magic cannon in front of him was one of his proud creations.


    "That thing¡­ it looks like an anti-aircraft gun," Orson observed, blinking in surprise.


    Nightshade chuckled. "You''ve got a sharp eye! It''s a 1:4 replica of an Italian 75mm cannon."


    His interest piqued, Orson inspected the device.


    [Goblin-Tech Magic Cannon]


    Rarity: Heroic


    HP: 5000/5000


    Attack: 2000


    Range: 120 meters


    Attack Speed: 0.5/s


    Ammunition: 200/3000 (Magic Energy)


    Effects: Ssh Damage, Armor Pration, Shatter


    "This is insane! The stats blow any regr magic crossbow out of the water!"


    At Level 30, yers could use secondary weapons like magic crossbows and scrolls for additional firepower. Butpared to this cannon, such tools were practically toys.


    Charging each shot required only 100 MP, eliminating the need for expensive enchanted arrows. Although its firing speed was slow, the sheer damage more thanpensated.


    "Imagine lining up a hundred of these at a stronghold. Not even gods could break through!" Orson eximed.


    "Come, let me show you my workshop," Nightshade offered eagerly.


    "Once I step into the spotlight, the whole of Infinite Dimensions will know my name. Even the so-called ''Three-Time World Champion'' will look like a rookie!"


    Nightshade was clearly thrilled to meet another yer and couldn''t stop talking.


    "That''s the spirit," Orson replied, humoring him. Nightshade seemed oblivious to world events, including Orson''s own reputation.


    "You have discovered: Goblin Factory."


    As they ventured deeper into the cave, a sprawling goblin city came into view. A volcanic river of moltenva cut through the heart of the factory, surrounded by bizarre goblin creations in haphazard arrangements.


    Thousands of goblins bustled about, transporting ore or welding magical devices with strange tools.


    "Ahhhh! He''s dead! He''s dead, Waaagh save us!"


    Despite the bustling activity, idents happened frequently.


    Orson watched a goblin slip and fall into theva, turning to ash almost instantly. To his shock, the nearby goblins cheered instead of mourning.


    Nightshade: "Don''t worry about it. Dead goblins will sprout back up from the ground soon enough."


    "Wait¡­ what? Did you just say ''sprout''?" Orson asked, dumbfounded.


    Nightshade nodded smugly. "Goblins are basically intelligent nts. When one dies, it dposes into spores that take root. In three days, it''ll grow back¡ªand sometimes, a single death can spawn a dozen new goblins."


    "That''s insane¡­"


    Orson''s understanding of goblins waspletely upended.


    Nightshade continued, "Depending on Waaagh''s influence, the new goblins might emerge as warriors, engineers, or¡­ well, food. Their evolution seems to depend on what the tribe needs."


    "Buttely, more and more goblins are being corrupted, turning into those pesky monsters outside."


    Before Orson could reply, a low growl echoed from the depths of the cavern.


    Roar!


    The moltenva began to bubble violently. A wave of icy air swept through the cave, freezing several goblins solid where they stood.


    Panic erupted as the remaining goblins scattered.


    Nightshade''s expression turned grim. "No¡­ it can''t be. That thing is waking up again!"


    He turned to the goblins. "Bring out my masterpiece! Push it out now!"


    "Waaagh!"


    The goblins scrambled to obey, wheeling out a massive contraption from a rickety shed.


    It was a tank¡ªa magic tank.


    "You''re a genius¡­ an absolute genius," Orson marveled.


    Nightshade''s "masterpiece" was no crude weapon. It was a fully functional goblin-engineered war machine.


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    Meanwhile, the Abyss Dungeon icon on Orson''s map began to pulse.


    A fissure had opened a few hundred meters away, emanating waves of icy energy that froze everything in its path.


    "So, the Frost Dragon Kingdom dungeon lies beneath this factory," Orson murmured.

 Chapter 96 96: Bombarding the Dragonkin

    Before long, a group of humanoid creatures, each standing three meters tall and covered in white scales, emerged from the fissure.


    "Hybrid dragons?" Orson''s heart tensed.


    [Frost Dragon Guards: Level 30]


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    HP: 120,000


    Attack: 700


    Skills: Basic Frost Magic, Basic Combat Techniques


    These mobs were absurdly tanky, with pale human-like faces and sharp, beast-like fangs. Armed with various weapons, they exuded a primal savagery that made Orson uneasy.


    As he observed their monstrous forms, one disturbing thought returned to his mind: How in the world were these things bred?


    The sheer mismatch of their sizes and forms defied all reason, leaving Orson once again questioning the bizarre biology of Infinite Dimensions.


    "Let''s go! Hop on, we''re sting them to pieces!" Nightshade shouted with uncontained excitement.


    Clearly familiar with these hybrid dragonkin, he leapt onto his Magic Tank and threw open the rickety hatch.


    [Goblin-Tech: Type-1 Magic Tank]


    Created by yer Nightshade


    Rarity: Heroic


    HP: 500,000


    Attack: Depends on mounted cannon power


    "This thing is insane¡ªhalf a million HP? This tin can is tougher than my Crimson Lizard King!" Orson muttered, feeling a chill run down his spine.


    With skepticism, Orson climbed into the tank. The interior wasughably crude¡ªjust a steering wheel, a brake pedal, and a few basic levers.


    "Uh¡­ where''s the cannon?" Orson asked, noting the ring absence of a barrel.


    "Sit tight and prepare to witness goblin ingenuity!" Nightshade replied with a cocky grin.


    Standing atop the tank, Nightshade shouted at the top of his lungs: "Waaagh!"


    "Waaagh!"


    Thousands of goblins echoed his battle cry like a crazed choir, their enthusiasm infectious despite the carnage unfolding.


    In the midst of the chaos, several goblins were decapitated by the frost dragon guards. Their severed heads rolled on the ground, still screaming "Waaagh!" even after death.


    Orson''s expression twisted in shock as streams of red light began converging on Nightshade, illuminating the magical runes etched across his body. The glowing tattoos shimmered with divine energy as Nightshade absorbed the goblins'' collective faith.


    "Waaagh Fusion!"


    Nightshade''s deration heralded an astonishing transformation. The previously separate magic cannon began to disassemble itself, parts flying toward the tank and fusing seamlessly with its frame.


    Before Orson''s astonished eyes, the Magic Tank transformed into a mini tank destroyer.


    "What the¡­? Thispletely defies logic!" Orson eximed. "It''s like shouting nonsense somehow makes it work!"


    The absurdity reminded him of an Infinite Dimensions legend¡ªa mysterious artificer who had once constructed an imprable fortress during the Hardmode Trials. That fortress had stalled the demonic hordes for months before eventually falling, granting humanity precious time to rally.


    "Could it be him?" Orson wondered, chills running down his spine.


    The sheer ingenuity and absurdity of Waaagh Apostles were unlike anything he''d encountered. Ordinary materials¡ªscrap metal, low-grade iron, even broken weapons¡ªwere being transformed into legendary constructs through raw belief.


    "Hold on tight! Time for a joyride!" Nightshade''s crazed grin mirrored that of his goblin followers as he floored the pedal.


    The tank surged forward at an rming speed.


    "Boom!"


    A red magic shell burst forth, mming into one of the frost dragon guards and sending it flying dozens of meters.


    Armor Pration: -2000


    Shatter: -1000


    The shell fragments scattered, delivering ssh damage and more hit numbers cascading in its wake.


    After three shots, over ten dragon guards were left battered and disoriented. However, their massive HP pools made it clear they could still fight.


    "Man, this cannon doesn''t pack enough punch," Orson muttered.


    "Recharging¡­"


    "Recharging¡­"


    While Nightshade infused the cannon with magic energy, a hundred goblins fearlessly charged forward, distracting the frost guards.


    But against such powerful foes, the goblins fell like leaves to the frost guards'' weapons, many reduced to frozen statues within moments.


    "Why are there so many guards today? Usually, there''s only one or two stragglers," Nightshade said, puzzled.


    Orson averted his gaze awkwardly. It was no coincidence¡ªthe Abyss Questline he triggered was clearly responsible for the increased spawns.


    Despite his low level, Nightshade possessed an unusually high mana pool for a caster without any mana-boosting equipment. Even so, after exhausting his reserves, the cannon was only partially charged.


    Ten shotster, the cave trembled from the barrage. Yet only four frost dragon guards were left at half health.


    "Yee-haw!"


    Nightshade let out a whoop as a new group of reinforcements emerged from a side tunnel¡ªGoblin Tech-Barons, each astride a goblin-built motorcycle.


    [Goblin Tech-Baron: Level 30]


    HP: 50,000


    Attack: 400


    Skills: Aggressive Instinct, Goblin Engineering, Cannibalize


    The sight of these wild, punk-styled goblins zooming around on ming motorcycles left Orson speechless.


    "This¡­ this is ridiculous."


    To Orson''s dismay, some of the tech-barons had pink bunny ears strapped to their helmets.


    "Your handiwork, I presume?" Orson said, shooting Nightshade a disapproving look.


    "Ahem¡­ creative liberties," Nightshade replied, looking embarrassed.


    The tech-barons sped around the frost guards, spraying them with wild volleys of blue-me bullets from their oversized Gatling guns. The guards were forced to backpedal, overwhelmed by the relentless assault.


    Nightshadeughed. "Wait until my goblin tribe grows to 100,000. Then I can grow Goblin Brutes¡ªthose guys make these tech-barons look like amateurs!"


    "Tech-Barons? Goblin Brutes?" Orson shook his head in defeat. "This game gets weirder by the minute."@@novelbin@@


    The tide seemed to turn in the goblins'' favor until a deafening roar filled the cavern.


    A massive Dragon Warlord emerged from the fissure.


    [Frost Dragon Warlord: Level 30]


    Elite Creature


    HP: 1,300,000


    Attack: 1,100


    Skills: Eternal Frost sh, Unyielding Body, Bloodthirsty Critical


    Carrying a massive ive, the dragon warlord swung casually, unleashing devastating crescent-shaped shockwaves that cut down goblins by the dozens. The remaining goblins were decimated within seconds.


    "That thing wiped out half my workforcest time before I barely managed to drive it off," Nightshade muttered grimly.


    More frost guards emerged from the fissure, nking their leader.


    Nightshade turned to Orson. "We''re in deep trouble. You''re a red name¡ªif you die, you''ll lose a ton of loot. Want me to send a couple of tech-barons to escort you back to the city?"


    "No need. That boss is probably here for me," Orson replied calmly.


    Pointing to the tank''s front, he added, "Can you use your Waaagh power to add a firing slot for me?"


    "You sure? That''s a Level 30 elite boss. Our damage output doesn''t even scratch it," Nightshade said, baffled.


    "Just focus on driving. I''ll handle the damage," Orson replied with a grin.


    Nightshade hesitated butplied. A firing port appeared on the tank''s side, perfectly sized for Orson''s staff.


    Sliding the Sanctuary Authority Staff into the slot, Orson felt an odd sense of awkwardness. "This feels... strangely inappropriate. Well, let''s see how it works."

 Chapter 98 98: Is This Really a Tank Battle?

    "Who dares trespass into the Dragon n''s sacred¡­!"


    Before the Dragonblood Attendant could finish his sentence, he was met with the merciless crushing force of the Magitek Tank.


    The damage wasn''t high, but the insult was catastrophic.


    Seven or eight minor mobs, enraged beyond reason, charged forward with swords raised, hacking away at the Magitek Tank in a flurry of futile strikes. Explore more stories at empire


    Nightshadeughed heartily. "This is hrious! I love this kind of dimension-reducing blow from technological superiority!"


    Orson and Nightshade plunged into the dungeon as a team, bulldozing through everything in their path with their tank. Firepower rained down wherever they went, sting mobs into disarray.


    These attendants only had HP in the fifty-thousand range, weaker than Dragonblood Guards, yet they were recklessly brave, desperate enough to bite the tank if they could.


    "You have discovered the ruins of the Lost Frost Dragon Kingdom."


    "Centuries ago, Ivan, the renowned dragon knight of the Light Dragon Empire, betrayed his kin. His descendants have since wrought havoc upon the world¡­"


    "Mission 1: y Prince Ivan III.


    Mission 2: Attempt to rescue the Dragon Maiden.


    Failure Penalty: None.


    Hint: This mission is highly difficult; a level 35 team is rmended."@@novelbin@@


    A string of notifications chimed, clearly outlining the objectives.


    Orson paused to think. The setup for Mission 2 seemed odd¡ªit only required yers to "attempt" the rescue, not seed, meaning the dungeon could still be cleared by defeating the final boss.


    This kind of mission condition was unusually lenient.


    However, Orson knew better. Abyss-tier difficulty was no joke. Missions without failure penalties often came with absurdly low clear rates, and dying dozens or even hundreds of times was par for the course.


    The dungeon''s terrain resembled the neighboring Goblin Factory, but there were clear signs of prior habitation¡ªmany wooden structures had been built atop the ruins.


    More Dragonblood Attendants poured out of their living quarters. Orson stayed in the tank, mindlessly spamming attacks.


    Chaotic magic rained down, mowing down waves of mobs in seconds. Nightshade watched in stunned silence, finding no chance to even lift a finger.


    "Why can''t the Divine Emperor Earrings trigger double damage?" Orson frowned. He''d noticed the issue earlier while fighting the Dragonblood Commander.


    Based on the earring''s effect, he should be dealing double damage to Dragonblood units.


    "Could it be that these mobs'' bloodline isn''t pure enough?" Orson spected. That seemed to be the most usible exnation.


    Meanwhile, Nightshade''s level skyrocketed. With elite boss kills and countless mobs, his leveling speed was like a rocketunch¡ªhe reached level 13 in no time.


    Nightshade grinned. "Level 25, here Ie! Soon I won''t need magic gear to pull my weight!"


    Orson smiled withoutmenting. This kid was hriously naive.


    "Your Soul Seal proficiency has reached its limit."


    After torching another dozen mobs, Orson frowned and opened his Soul Seal panel. Both range and mana attributes had maxed out at the intermediate cap, turning the panel''s upgrade option gray.


    "You have triggered a new hidden mission: Travel to Purple Thunder Fortress and find the priestess Ziyan. Complete the Soul Seal Trial to advance your Soul Seal''s power!"


    Orson shook his head. It was inevitable.


    Typically, only Lord-ss or higher Soul Seals had advancement restrictions, and their trial missions were notoriously difficult.


    Considering the absurd stats of his Soul Seal, Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye, the trial would probably rival pulling teeth from a dragon''s mouth.


    Still, Orson wasn''t overly concerned. With his current strength, he might just be able to pass the trial.


    Driving the tank and singing along, the two of them were like tigers among sheep¡ªor perhaps more like tigers driving a Range Rover, showcasing brutal and unrelenting carnage.


    Nightshade gleefully rammed and crushed buildings, leaving destruction in his wake.


    The noise they made was deafening, drawing hordes of monsters. Orson let the kid vent his frustrations without interference.


    Stone dragons blocked paths, me Dragons smashed the mobs, and the swarm of enemies was little more than free experience.


    Deeper underground, the Magitek Tank suddenly began to shake violently.


    Nightshade''s expression changed. He felt something massive lift the tank.


    Braving his fear, he peeked outside.


    A dull thud rang out. Fortunately, he ducked back just in time to avoid being swatted to death by a gigantic w.


    "Holy crap, it''s a monster!" Nightshade screamed, mming the elerator in reverse.


    [Corrupted Earth Dragon: Level 30]


    [Elite Creature]


    [HP: 1,500,000]


    [Attack: 1,200]


    [Skills: Freeze, Savage Nature, Mighty Amplification, Heavy Armament]


    A massive gray earth dragon stood before them, its four limbs nted firmly on the ground, icy breath steaming from its nostrils. It had draconic blood but no wings, its body d in heavy armor.


    The Magitek Tank, impressive as it was, looked like a mere toy in front of the earth dragon.


    This behemoth had nearly flipped the tank with a single swipe.


    The oppressive presence triggered Nightshade''s fear of giant creatures. He frantically reversed, only to have the dragon spew icy mist, instantly forming a thick ice wall to block their retreat.


    "ROAR!"


    The earth dragon, bristling with spikes like a walking fortress, charged with Mighty Amplification. Everything in its path, be it rocks or buildings, was obliterated.


    Orson remained calm, attempting to use me Dragon Strike to knock the boss airborne. Without crowd-control immunity, there was a chance to juggle it to death.


    His staff triggered multiple effects.


    "Yes!" Orson cheered internally.


    Three me Dragons descended in sequence, unleashing knockback effects. Even a lord-tier boss would be forced into crowd-control immunity¡ªwhat chance did an elite boss have?


    But the next second, his excitement turned to disbelief.


    The knockback only juggled a few elite mobs. The colossal earth dragon merely swayed slightly.


    Narrowing his eyes, Orson noticed the ck armor on the boss glowing faintly, providing formidable defense that rendered knockback nearly ineffective.


    Orson quickly switched tactics, unleashing a flurry of Chaos Magic Balls on the boss.


    -800


    Critical: -1500


    -3600


    ¡­


    "Ugh, only this much damage? Even without double damage, this is ridiculous!"


    The boss''s resistances were absurd, reducing Orson''s output by at least 30%.


    "What do we do? This earth dragon is way too OP!" Nightshade yelled in panic. Without the goblin minions he could summon outside the dungeon, he felt utterly helpless.


    Seeing theck of damage, Orson stayedposed. "Don''t panic. Use the Magitek Cannon to break its armor. I''ll exploit the debuff."


    "Got it!"


    Nightshade, inspired by Orson''s calmness, found his focus.


    Under his control, the Magitek Tank skidded along the ice wall, firing shells at the boss.


    Armor Break: -1000


    Resistance Reduction: -10%


    Armor Break: -1000


    Resistance Reduction: -20%


    As the cannon hits stacked debuffs, Orson opened the tank''s hatch and leaped out.


    Nightshade stared, dumbfounded. "Bro, what are you doing?!"


    A mage without protection was basically one-hit fodder for the boss!


    Does this guy even know how to y the game?!

 Chapter 100 100: The Dark Creation Armory

    ROAR!!!


    The Crimson Lizard King, in its final burst of ferocity, sank its jaws into the neck of the massive creature. Its mangled body convulsed violently as it forcefully flung Orson away.


    A faint, ethereal voice echoed in Orson''s mind: "Run¡­"


    As he plummeted downward, Orson''s shock was tinged with disbelief. "An elite boss-tier beast¡­ can talk?"


    He watched helplessly as the scene unfolded, rage and powerlessness consuming him.


    "You goddamned monster!" Orson roared, his eyes bloodshot.


    The massive beast continued chewing indifferently, its cold, disdainful demeanor unshaken. Only the head of the Crimson Lizard King remained attached to its body, jaws still locked onto the beast''s neck, even in death¡ªdefending its honor as the King of Death''s Summit.


    Orson fell for what felt like an eternity, his expression gradually turning calm. Focusing his energy, he muttered, "Undying Spirit."


    The statue of the Elven Queen in his inventory radiated divine light, slowing his descent until hended safely.


    "You have acquired a rare saddle: Will of the Battle Beast."


    The death of the Crimson Lizard King triggered the automatic return of its saddle to Orson''s inventory, shattering anyst hope he had for its survival.@@novelbin@@


    Orson clenched his fists tightly, his heart heavy. Though he often called it "Transport No. 1," the Crimson Lizard King had long been more than just a tool to him. The bond forged through their master-servant contract allowed him to feel its unyielding and mad will¡ªa determination to fight to the death, no matter the odds.


    Even against a dragon, it had charged forward without hesitation.


    That unrelenting spirit mirrored Orson''s own personality. Its loss felt like losing a part of himself.


    "Was that voice just my imagination?" Orson murmured. To his knowledge, only domain-level beasts or higher possessed the intelligence to speak.


    Something was off. The battle beast was dead, yet the master-servant contract''s mark remained intact, though nowbeled as "Uncontroble."


    Nightshade: "Are you okay, Orson?"


    Orson: "I''m fine¡­ just a little lost. What about you? Is that thing still up there?"


    Nightshade: "It flew away. I got insta-killed by a level 50 boss right after¡ªsome guy named Cain something or other."


    Nightshade chuckled bitterly. Strangely, instead of respawning at the nearest city like other yers, he''d revived back in the Goblin Factory.


    Orson''s brow furrowed. "Cain? As in Cain the Warden?"


    Nightshade: "Yeah, that''s the guy! I checked the game wiki; it says he''s the lord of Pondenorlin City."


    Orson''s face darkened. He remembered his unpleasant encounter with Cain upon arriving at Pondenorlin City, where the warden had sabotaged him and caused many top-ranking yers to dy their progress.


    After defeating Cain''s guards, Orson had discovered the Soul Collector, a mysterious artifact that hinted at Cain''s sinister dealings.


    Now, seeing Cain inside an abyss-tier dungeon, actively targeting yers, confirmed Orson''s suspicions: Cain''s connection to Ivan III was no coincidence.


    ording to the quest lore, Ivan I was a legendary Frost Dragon Knight. It was highly likely that Ivan III was also a Dragon Knight¡ªand the onemanding the beast that killed the Crimson Lizard King.


    "Damn it¡­ you kill my mount, I''ll wipe out your entire n!" Orson hissed, taking a deep breath to steady himself. Abyss-tier dungeons were unpredictable, and he needed to maintain absolute focus.


    The minimap revealed a new area, a gray, uncharted zone. Orson followed a passage at the base of the chasm.


    "WAGGA!"


    "HAHAHA¡­"


    The familiar, gratingughter of goblins made Orson''s brow twitch.


    Ahead, the glow of magicalmps illuminated a group of goblin engineers feasting noisily behind an iron door.


    What they were eating turned Orson''s stomach¡ªgoblin younglings, known as mobile goblin rations.


    "You have discovered the Corrupted Goblin Laboratory."


    The system notification brought a glint of understanding to Orson''s eyes. These goblins had been corrupted by dark magic, making them far more vicious and bloodthirsty than their normal counterparts.


    Without hesitation, Orson sted the door with a basic attack. The resounding boom threw the goblins into chaos. Kicking the door open, Orson began a cold, methodical ughter.


    The goblins tried to fight back but were quickly incinerated by The me Dragon, leaving theb empty and lifeless.


    "What¡­ is all this?" Orson muttered, his expression tightening.


    Theb was massive, about half the size of a football field. Crystalline vats filled with strange, writhing creatures lined the walls, each submerged in viscous fluid.


    One vat contained a creature identical to the Dragonblood Commander boss Orson had fought earlier.


    [Dragonblood Vanguard Commander: Unknown Level]


    [Undergoing Corrupted Mutation¡­]


    A chilling thought struck Orson. "Could these hybrid monsters be goblin creations?"


    Further exploration revealed dissected Corrupted Earth Dragon parts and other monstrousponents. Nearly all the creatures here were artificial amalgamations.


    Continuing deeper into theb, Orson encountered another iron gate, beyond which a squad of goblin warriors charged at him.


    Unfazed, Orson unleashed a barrage of firepower, clearing the room with ruthless efficiency.


    "You have discovered the Barracks."


    In a vast, white chamber, Orson''s breath caught.


    "So that''s why the Divine Emperor Earrings didn''t work¡­"


    Rows upon rows of Dragonblood Guards stood frozen in stasis, their eyes closed. Among them were over a hundred Dragonblood Vanguard Commanders, at least twenty Corrupted Earth Dragons, and even a few massive ckscale Serpents.


    This monstrous army, once awakened, could raze most of the Light Dragon Empire''s cities, save for those protected by legendary NPCs.


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    The Divine Emperor Earrings'' double-damage effect only applied to normal Dragonblood creatures. These goblin-forged abominations were immune.


    Orson hesitated, raising his staff but ultimately lowering it. If his attack activated these creatures, it would be suicidal to face them all at once.


    A faint cry for help broke the silence.


    "Help¡­ someone, please save me¡­"


    Following the voice, Orson found a dimly lit dungeon filled with NPC prisoners huddled in fear. A frail man with sunken cheeks reached out weakly.


    [Lannis: A citizen of Pondenorlin City.]


    "Adventurer, let me out! The warden deceived us and sent us to this hellhole!"


    Another NPC, a haughty young man, dered, "I''m the son of a baron! Free me, and my family will handsomely reward you!"


    A hidden quest appeared:


    Option 1: Rescue the prisoners. Potential reward: 3,000 gold coins. Option 2: Leave them. Face condemnation and guilt.


    The promise of 3,000 gold was tempting for any yer, but Orson''s gaze remained cold. A quick nce at the dungeon revealed the truth: these NPCs were beyond saving.


    Lannis''s back sported ck, w-like growths. The others had twisted faces and grotesque deformities.


    Most rming, tubes filled with pale blue liquid fed into their bodies, elerating their corruption.


    The NPCs'' pleas quickly turned to curses.


    "You scum! Release us!"


    "You''re a disgrace to adventurers!"


    "Go to hell, you cowardly piece of trash!"


    Unmoved, Orson''s expression remained neutral.


    "Sorry, I''ll take the third option: sending you to meet the God of Light."


    The dungeon erupted in mes as The me Dragon and explosive fireballs razed it to the ground. Orson walked away without looking back.


    "You have seen through the prisoners'' malicious intent."


    Opening the cells would have triggered a dark curse: -10 levels, -50% base stats. Your cold blood and decisiveness have earned divine favor. Reward: +10 talent points, 200,000 EXP, 2,000 gold.

 Chapter 102 102: A Truly Rotten Egg

    The sound of gears turning echoed beneath the altar as the ground shook violently. Orson immediately stepped back, his guard up.


    In the world of Infinite Dimensions, secret chambers and treasure chests followed two simple rules: either you struck gold or got scammed.


    An arched tform slowly rose, revealing¡­


    "What the hell¡­? Dragon Maiden?"


    Orson''s jaw dropped.


    On the intricately decorated metal pedestal sat a shriveled, grapefruit-sized object that looked suspiciously like a dried-out citrus peel.


    "This is supposed to be the legendary Dragon Maiden? This thing looks more like a mummified pomelo!"


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    Disappointment hit him like a ton of bricks. He had envisioned a graceful maiden, blushing shyly as she gazed at him, or perhaps a mighty, awe-inspiring dragon joining his ranks.


    Instead, he got this¡­ overripe fruit?


    "An expired citrus orb? This is what I risked my life for?!" Orson groaned.


    Curious but skeptical, he checked its attributes.


    [Dragon Maiden: Berenice]


    Form: Dragon Egg HP: 1/1 Skills: ???


    "You''re kidding me. It is the Dragon Maiden¡­ a dragon egg? More like a dragon''s eyeball!"


    The absurdity of the situation made Orson question his life choices. He''d lost his mount and endured countless trials for this pathetic, shriveled thing.


    Before he couldin further, his vision blurred, and he found himself in a surreal, dreamlike realm.


    In the vision, a young, regal man stood hand in hand with the Earth Elf Queen, kneeling outside the majestic silver cathedral of the Light Dragon Empire''s Grand Church.


    They knelt without rest for seven days and nights.


    Orson recognized the location instantly¡ªit was said to house the mortal incarnation of the God of Light, with a king-ss Light Dragon guarding it.


    "So the backstories of the Feathered Ascension and this dungeon are interconnected," Orson thought, his suspicions confirmed as he observed the scene.


    Legend had it that the Feathered King and the Earth Elf Queen fell deeply in love but were unable to produce an heir. In desperation, they sought the aid of the immortal Sacred Spirit Dragon King, whosepassion led him to bestow a drop of his divine blood upon them.


    A yearter, a girl named Berenice was born. She became the kingdom''s cherished jewel, a breathtaking beauty, and heir to the Ascension Kingdom.


    But one fateful day, she was abducted by agents of the Dark Empire while on a royal outing.


    The Reverseblood Dark Dragon King, sensing the power of the Sacred Spirit''s divine magic within her, cursed her, seeking to unravel its secrets and find a way to defeat the Light Dragon King.


    Horrified, the Feathered King led his army of 100,000 and three war gods in a desperate attempt to rescue her. But against a king-ss dragon, even their advanced warships and magic proved futile.


    When all seemed lost, the Sacred Spirit Dragon King intervened at great personal cost, rescuing Berenice but discovering she had been cursed. Her body had transformed into an egg-like vessel, intended to fuse her humanity, elf lineage, and the powers of both Light and Dark Dragons into a being that could rule over all dragons: the Dark Dragon Emperor.


    The Grand Church, deeming her a harbinger of doom, demanded her death. But the Sacred Spirit Dragon King, defying all opposition, sealed her within the altar using his ultimate barrier magic.


    Orson''s mind raced.


    The Frost Dragon Knight Ivan I, once tasked with guarding the seal, had sumbed to ambition. Hoping to harness Berenice''s power, he repeatedly infused the egg with Frost Dragon blood, attempting to hatch and tame her.


    When the plot was exposed, the Frost Dragon Kingdom was annihted by the Grand Church.


    Though their n failed, Ivan''s descendants hadn''t given up. Theyter discovered the egg''s location and used its divine energy to mass-produce Dragonblood monsters, aiming to one dayunch a vengeful assault on the Light Dragon Empire, with Cain''s help.


    The vision faded, leaving Orson speechless.


    "A god-tier being¡­ a transcendent dragon race¡­ all from this sad, shriveled egg?"


    He turned back toward the pedestal¡ªand froze.


    "Where''s my egg?!"


    The Dragon Egg was gone.


    Panic gripped him as he scanned the room. Then he saw it¡ªa bouncing, legged egg darting toward the chamber door at an rming speed.


    "You''ve got to be kidding me! My god-tier pet has legs and is running away?!"


    Orson bolted after it, yelling, "Stop! You''re my divine beast! Come back!"


    The egg suddenly stopped, then turned andunched itself back at him at full speed.


    "What¡­ what is this idiot egg even doing?!" Orson had no idea what to make of its erratic behavior.


    The egg''s tiny, transparent legs sprang up as it leaped into his arms. Before he could react, it dove into his inventory.


    "Berenice has expressed her fondness for you, believing you will offer your humble life for her protection."


    "Berenice acknowledges your bravery and hopes you will dedicate your insignificant soul to her cause."


    Orson stared at the notifications, dumbfounded.


    "This shameless egg¡­ is it trolling me?!"


    He frantically tried to pull it out of his inventory, but the egg moved with uncanny agility, dodging every attempt.


    Even with his lightning-fast reflexes and his reputation as a gaming champion, Orson couldn''t catch it.


    "Who am I? Where am I? Am I being outyed by a dumb egg?"


    Orson broke into a cold sweat. Every move he made, every thought he had, seemed to be anticipated by this ridiculous egg.@@novelbin@@


    "This is absurd¡­ I''ve fought some crazy things in Infinite Dimensions, but this takes the cake!"


    Suddenly, a mockingugh filled the chamber.


    A blue-haired man stepped through the doorway, his figure radiating an aura of cold arrogance.


    Frost spread across the walls as he entered, chilling the air with each step. His presence alone seemed to freeze the very ground beneath him.


    "Adventurer, you''ve surprised me!" the man said, his voice smooth yet icy. "For centuries, my Frost Dragon n has failed to break the Dragon''s Curse Barrier, yet you''ve done it!"


    Orson''s eyes narrowed as he analyzed his foe.


    [Corrupted Frost Dragon Knight: Inevan II]


    Level: 40 Lord-ss Creature HP: 7,000,000 Attack: 2,300 Skills: ???


    "You killed my mount, didn''t you?" Orson asked calmly.


    "A mere fire lizard? Hardly worthy of being called a mount. Have you ever seen a truly noble steed?" Inevan smirked, exuding an unsettling charm.


    "So you admit it." Orson chuckled coldly. "Let me guess. You want the egg too?"


    Inevan descended the steps, his every footfall freezing the ground. "Hand over Berenice, and I''ll let you live. I might even reward you handsomely."


    A system prompt appeared:


    Option 1: Surrender Berenice for 100,000 gold, 1,000,000 reputation, and an alliance with Lord Cain. Option 2: Defeat Inevan II¡­


    The prompt glitched. Then, a childish voice chimed in:


    "And earn Berenice''s favor! She''ll deem you her adorable, invincible, dashing personal servant!"


    "WHAT THE HELL?!" Orson''s scalp tingled. "The egg can hijack system prompts too?!"

 Chapter 103 103: Offer Your Heart!

    Orson quickly pieced it together: the little egg could read his thoughts. It wasn''t just predicting his actions but actually perceiving his intentions.


    Though it had only 1 HP, it seemed capable of wielding powerful spatial magic, freely moving through barriers. This ability was likely tied to the blessings it had received from the Sacred Spirit Dragon King. The yer''s inventory, being a small spatial dimension, was no exception.


    The egg bounced onto Orson''s head, shaking its shell excitedly. "Servant, offer your heart! Fight for me!"


    As Inevan II approached, his aura radiating frost and danger, Orson raised an eyebrow, then sat down with an exaggerated yawn.


    "You say fight, and I just go fight? That''d be embarrassing."


    "Y-You¡­ get up and fight!" the egg''s childish voice stammered, its shell trembling nervously.


    "Want me to fight? Sign this," Orson said calmly, thrusting a master-servant contract in front of the egg.


    "You''re dreaming! I, Berenice¡ªthe Kingdom''s Jewel, Goddaughter of the Sacred Spirit Dragon, a transcendent being destined to rule all dragons¡ªsign a contract with you?!"


    The egg screeched, clearly outraged. Ice mist burst from the cracks in its shell, ripping apart the contract.


    "Ah, I like your courage, little egg," Orson said with a sly grin. "In that case, go fight him yourself. I''ll just take the 100,000 gold and go home. Isn''t that a better deal?"


    Before the egg could retort, Orson snatched it out of the air with a quick motion, ignoring its frantic squirming.


    A faint smile yed on Orson''s lips. "So that''s how your thought-reading works¡­"


    "You¡­ You''re really going to sell me?!" Berenice sounded panicked. She could feel Orson''s intent loud and clear: zero risk, sell the egg for profit, and walk away winning.


    "Exactly," Orson replied with a smirk. Her thought-reading wasn''t infallible¡ªit simply reacted to the surface-level ideas in a yer''s mind.


    He''d just proven it: when he caught the egg, he hadn''t consciously nned it. Instead, he had randomly thought, "My head feels itchy, like I''m growing a second brain." Acting on that thought, he''d grabbed what "felt like" the new growth¡ªBerenice.


    If he avoided deliberate intentions, the egg couldn''t predict his actions.


    "Berenice, my Frost Dragon n needs you. You cannot escape me," Inevan II dered coldly. His focus remained entirely on the egg, dismissing Orson as an insignificant obstacle.


    Seeing the Frost Dragon Knight approach, Berenice panicked and darted behind Orson.


    Orson observed her carefully. He suspected she feared Inevan II because of the Dragon Knight''s unique Hunting Pursuit skill. Once a Dragon Knight locked onto a target, it became temporarily impossible for that target to use spatial magic to escape¡ªexining why Orson had failed to recall the Crimson Lizard King into Battle Space earlier.


    "Sign the contract," Orson said again, waving the parchment smugly. "Sign it and enjoy VIP prisoner treatment, or go get enved by that monster. Your choice."


    This was an open scheme¡ªone Berenice had no way of avoiding.


    "I''ll sign! Just take me out of here!" she finally shouted, reluctantly tapping her shell in defeat.@@novelbin@@


    "Add one more use: no reading my thoughts," Orson added before she could change her mind.


    Despite knowing how her mind-reading worked, he didn''t want to constantly deal with her peeking into his scheming nature.


    With a final grumble of protest, Berenice signed the contract. A blood mark appeared and then disappeared into Orson''s interface.


    The Beast of Burden Corps had gained another reluctant member.


    "You dare steal my n''s treasure?!" Inevan II roared, his expression twisting with fury. The Frost Dragon Knight had spent centuries orchestrating his ns, only for a lowly adventurer to ruin them in mere moments.


    FWIP!


    Berenice vanished into Orson''s inventory.


    "This troublesome little egg¡­" Orson muttered. Despite the master-servant contract, her spatial abilities remained unrestricted. However, the contract gave him one undeniable advantage: if he willed it, she could be destroyed at any moment.


    Inevan II''s aura surged. Frost magic materialized beneath his feet as he conjured a gleaming ice bridge to close the distance rapidly. His overwhelming presence filled the chamber, his steps freezing the air itself.


    "Time to pay for killing my mount," Orson said, his tone icy as his Whisper of the Wind ability activated. Chaos Magic Balls flew from his hands at blinding speed, mming into the ice bridge.


    CRACK!


    The bridge shattered, and Inevan II fell. Twisting mid-air with impressive agility, hended gracefully, unscathed.


    "Die!"


    Frost magic coalesced in the knight''s arm, forming a massive dragonnce nearly five meters long. He charged, leaving a trail of glittering frost in his wake.


    Orson pped his hands together. "Earthquake!"


    Two stone dragons erupted from the ground, intercepting Inevan II. The Frost Dragon Knight''snce pierced through them effortlessly, but Orson had already retreated, maintaining a safe distance.


    From his new vantage point, Orson cast Chaotic Hexagram, summoning a ming dragon that crashed down on Inevan II, sending him flying.


    "Thunderstrike!"


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    Crit: -2100!


    Crit: -2300!


    Crit: -9200!


    In mere seconds, Orson had dealt over 50,000 damage.


    But Inevan II wasn''t a pushover. His experience as a Lord-ss boss showed. With a roar, his body radiated a brilliant blue light as he activated Super Armor, negating all crowd-control effects.


    "Forbidden Frost!"


    Dozens of ice spears materialized, locking onto Orson andunching in rapid session.


    In another''s eyes, the barrage might have been overwhelming. But for Orson, a reborn champion, it yed out in slow motion. Calmly weaving between the spears with precise movements, he avoided all damage while continuing to hammer Inevan II with Chaos Magic Balls.


    "Not bad, but still not enough," Orson taunted as the Frost Dragon Knight roared in frustration.


    Ignoring Orson''s attacks, Inevan II lunged forward like a ravenous wolf, aiming to prevent him from maintaining distance.


    "Who says mages are weak in closebat?" Orson smirked.


    Using his Radiant Sunshield as a springboard, he leaped high into the air,nding atop Inevan II''s head and continuing his relentless assault.


    Years of dominating with overpowered builds hadn''t dulled Orson''s technical skills. Facing such a challenging boss only reignited hispetitive spirit.


    "Wind God''s Lament!" Orson whispered. A small whirlwind formed, pushing Inevan II''snce aside and yanking Orson higher into the air.


    Before hitting the ground, Orson slowed his descent with a series of fireballs,nding gracefully and resuming his barrage.


    In a short time, Inevan II''s HP dropped by nearly a million.


    "Crystal Frost Armor!" the knight roared. Blue crystals encased his body, massively boosting his defenses and negating all critical hits.


    Orson''s damage output plummeted, but he didn''t seem concerned.


    "You''re slower now, aren''t you?" Orson mused. He knew that powerful defensive skills often came at the cost of speed and agility.


    Inevan II had effectively turned himself into a stationary target.


    "Take your time. I''ll just upgrade a few talents while I''m at it."


    Opening his talent tree, Orson dumped his saved points into Chaos Magic Ball, maxing it out with a self-satisfied grin.

 Chapter 104 104: The Death Devourer

    Water Element: Lifesteal Trait, Level 10 ¨C 10% Lifesteal


    Fire Element: Burn Trait, Level 10 ¨C 10% Burn Damage


    Earth Element: Slow Trait, Level 10 ¨C 50% Slow


    Wind Element: Attack Speed Trait, Level 10 ¨C 2.0 Attack Speed Increase


    "50% slow at max level? Perfect."


    Orson grinned as his Chaos Magic Balls hammered Inevan II. Even without relying on specific Earth magic slow spells, the Frost Dragon Knight struggled to take even a single step under the effects of the slow debuff while in his defensive stance.


    Coupled with a 2.0 attack speed boost and Whisper of the Wind, Orson''s attack rate soared past a terrifying 5.0 attacks per second. This was on par with top-tier S-ss Archer builds, and only those who dumped every attribute point into Agility could hope to exceed it.


    His eyes gleamed coldly as five Chaos Magic Balls fired off in a near-continuous stream, the relentless barrage forming a deadly, almost seamless line. With each strike, the slowing effectpounded.


    Orson couldn''t help but smirk. "How''s this idiot boss supposed to y now?"


    Chaos Chain Triggered!


    Inevan II gasped as his Crystal Frost Armor shattered, leaving him exposed.


    Double True Damage Ignored All Resistance!


    True Damage Crit: -2600!


    True Damage Crit: -10,000!


    ¡­


    The binding effect of the Chaos Chain ended, and Inevan roared furiously. "Adventurer, you dare challenge the authority of the Dragon Knight n?!"


    Timing it perfectly, Orson chuckled as he watched Inevan''s Super Armor end. "Upset? Feel free to try another round."


    Activating his -50% cooldown reduction, Orson raised his hand, clenching his fingers into a fist. Another me Dragon descended with a thunderous roar.


    The immobilized boss had no chance to dodge.


    Knockback!


    Explosive Fireball!


    Volley Fireball!


    The additional knockback effects from the fireballs further juggled Inevan into the air.


    This was the power of a true Archmage.


    Even the simplest C- or D-level spells became devastating tools in Orson''s hands, their utility maximized to rival that of A-level magic.


    Combo x10!


    Combo x219!


    ¡­


    In just three minutes, Inevan broke free of the control effects with another use of his Super Armor. By that time, his HP had plummeted to 50%.


    Humiliated, Inevan red at Orson with murderous intent but chose to retreat, increasing the distance between them.


    Orson narrowed his eyes. "He''s entered phase two."


    "Vrag!" Inevan suddenly shouted at the ceiling.


    A deafening rumble followed as cracks appeared in the stone above, quickly widening into a gaping fissure.


    BOOM!


    Chunks of rock rained down as Orson scrambled out of the copse zone. Being crushed to death would be beyond embarrassing.


    From the hole above, a massive creature emerged. Its head alone was enough to send chills down Orson''s spine.


    [Lesser Frost Dragon: Vrag]


    Level: 60 (80) Domain-ss Creature HP: 60,000,000 / 120,000,000 Attack: ??? Skills: ???


    This ancient beast bore the scars of countless battles. Its blue-gray scales covered its colossal frame, and its wingspan stretched hundreds of meters, making the already enormous chamber feel ustrophobic.


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    "That damn dragon! It''s been keeping itself alive with my blood for centuries. How is it not dead yet? Run!" Berenice shrieked from Orson''s inventory.


    Orson noticed the creature''s unsteady movements. Its drastically reduced level suggested it was nearing the end of its lifespan. The dragon appeared clumsy, nearly tumbling from the broken ceiling as it struggled to stay airborne.


    With a cold snort, Inevan ascended an ice bridge to mount the dragon. Seated upon his ancestral beast, he exuded a domineering aura as he gazed down at Orson.


    THUD!


    A gruesome object tumbled from the dragon''s neck: the severed head of the Crimson Lizard King.


    Orson''s expression hardened as his killing intent surged. "Why hasn''t it vanished like other beasts¡­?"


    Peering closer, he noticed the Lizard King''s mouth was stained with pale blue flesh and blood¡ªtorn from the dragon''s neck.


    Sighing softly, Orson closed the beast''s lifeless eyes.


    For a brief moment, he thought he saw faint movement at the stump of its neck.


    The Frost Dragon swooped down, bringing a storm of frost with it. The walls and ceiling crumbled under its massive wings, which cleaved through stone as though it were butter.


    "Frost Dragon''s Breath!" Inevan bellowed, aiming hisnce at Orson.


    The dragon inhaled deeply, releasing a noxious roar. The breath attack followed, spreading death and decay across everything in its path.


    Quickly stowing the Crimson Lizard King''s head into his Battle Space, Orson raised his staff.


    Six Stone Dragons erupted from the ground, crashing into Inevan. Orson knew full well that dragon breath granted Super Armor, making it impossible to interrupt or knock the dragon down.


    The only option was to focus on Inevan himself.


    Just as Orson anticipated, the Frost Dragon instinctively redirected its attack to protect its rider, turning mid-flight. Its icy breath detonated behind Orson.


    -5000!


    Orson winced as a shard of ice clipped his back. The sheer power of the fragment nearly killed him, a testament to the dragon''s ferocity even in its weakened state.


    "Die!" Inevan roared as the dragon dove toward Orson,nce glowing with frost magic.


    Orson reacted swiftly, firing an Explosive Fireball. Before itnded, he activated Stormde, shattering the fireball and creating a dense mist that obscured the battlefield.


    Disoriented, the dragon smashed into the rocky walls, causing a massive -100,000 damage.


    Seizing the opportunity, Orson dashed out of the chamber and into the goblinboratory''s corridors. The walls trembled under the dragon''s attacks, but he pressed on, unflinching. Discover more stories at empire


    Taking out a vial of God''s Liquid he had looted earlier, Orson muttered, "Can it be saved?"


    "Yes! Yes, it can! Give me my sacred blood back, and I''ll help you save it!" Berenice cried from his inventory.


    "Do you think I''d believe you?" Orson sneered. Her panicked tone made it obvious she intended to reim the liquid for herself.


    Ignoring her protests, Orson uncorked the vial and poured its contents over the Crimson Lizard King''s severed head.


    "Stop! That''s a sacred relic! You''re wasting it!" Berenice yelled, her tone shifting from anger to desperation.


    Orson remained unfazed. The Lizard King had died protecting him; he wouldn''t let it be for nothing.


    A faint glow spread through the corridor as divine energy burst forth.


    Suddenly, a horrifying aura filled the air, heralding the awakening of a primordial beast.


    "It''s¡­ huge." Orson gaped in shock.


    The Crimson Lizard King''s body expanded rapidly, its wings shattering the walls around it. Massive red eyes snapped open, zing with feral intensity.


    "God''s Liquid Activated!"


    Your Mount: Transport Unit One has undergone atavism! Level +10! Size increased by 10x! Evolved into Lord-ss Creature! Title Gained: Dragon Nemesis ¨C Death Glutton!

 Chapter 106 106: IM COMING FOR YOU!

    A shoulder-mounted RPG soared through the air, covering a distance of 300 meters before striking the boss with pinpoint uracy.


    -1000!


    Buff Removed!


    "Alright, that''s impressive."


    Orson stared, dumbfounded. Riding in on a motorcycle with a missileuncher, the man chosen by Wagah (Goblin God) himself made a dramatic limited-timeeback!


    Nightshade: "Without me here to back you up, you''d be having a hard time, wouldn''t you?"


    Orson: "Absolutely, absolutely."


    Beads of sweat formed on Orson''s forehead. This guy really has a knack for surprises.


    Nightshade''s manauncher wasn''t particrly strong¡ªit only had 1300 attack, weaker than Orson''s anti-air cannon. But it carried a unique debuff-removal effect, simr to a priest''s Dispel Magic, making it the perfect tool for handling tanky knight-type bosses. Enjoy new stories from empire


    Nightshade: "What happened to your mount? It''s huge now! And¡­ is that a DRAGON?!"


    Nightshade''s voice grew incredulous as he continued, "Are you seriously dragon-ying at level twenty-something? What''s with this game?! Dragons are thatmon now? By the way, can I tame that one? It looks rideable."


    Orson chuckled, giving him a thumbs-up. "If this game were mine, I''d hire you as the GM. Your ideas put mine to shame."


    Nightshade, tossing his hair dramatically, grinned. "Oh, stop it. You''re making me blush."


    With Inevan II''s frost armor removed, Orson directed the Crimson Lizard King to resume its onught.


    "Split the two bosses up," Orson muttered. The n was clear: without his dragon mount, Inevan''s strength was no greater than that of a regr lord-tier boss. Defeating them one at a time was the best strategy.


    Before long, Inevan''s HP dropped below a million. Forced to rely on his frost armor again, he ordered the Frost Dragon to target Nightshade.


    The tactic was simple: eliminate the yer with the debuff-removal skill. As long as Nightshade was dealt with, Inevan could go on the defensive while letting the Frost Dragon destroy everything else.


    Nightshade: "Why is it chasing me?! I''m just a guy on a motorcycle enjoying the scenery!"


    The Frost Dragon unleashed a bone-chilling breath, turning every monster Nightshade had gathered into ice sculptures before they shattered behind him.


    Hearing the horrifying roar, Nightshade realized he had no chance of escape. Resigned to his fate, he turned back, determined to go out in a ze of glory and deal as much damage to the boss as he could.


    Orson: "Don''t turn around! Just keep driving forward at full speed. I''ll help you take off."


    Nightshade: "What?! Are you serious?!"


    Doubt gripped Nightshade, but with no better options, he floored the elerator. His magical motorcycle roared to life, its engines zing with mana as it surged forward.


    Nightshade: "AHHHHHH!"


    Ahead loomed the sheer cliff where the Crimson Lizard King had been killed earlier. Nightshade''s screams reached a crescendo. "I TRUSTED YOU!"


    Orson''s lips curled into a smirk. "Magic Eye."


    A meteor-like orb materialized in front of Nightshade, and he plunged into it, vanishing into a shimmering void.


    Nightshade: "WHAT THE HELL?! Am I¡­ in space?!"


    He found himself speeding through a surreal starfield, his motorcycle weaving along ethereal pathways. Nebs swirled around him, gxies stretched endlessly, and the breathtaking scenery left him momentarily speechless.


    A secondter, he was catapulted into the air,nding atop the Crimson Lizard King''s back.


    And then¡­ he plummeted into the abyss once more.


    Nightshade: "AHHHHHH! YOU DIRTY OLD MAN!"


    Scrambling frantically, Nightshade fell through yet another Magic Eye, re-entering the celestial spaceway.


    Orson: "So it works. Both skills and living creatures can traverse the mirrored space of the Magic Eye."


    A devious glint appeared in Orson''s eyes. The Divine Emperor Earrings had just unlocked a world of possibilities. Using two Magic Eyes, he could create incredible offensive strategies.


    He dubbed it "Dimensional Strike."


    Orson: "Rx. Just aim and shoot."


    Nightshade: "RELAX?! HOW CAN I RELAX?!"


    After multiple traversals, Nightshade''s nerves were shot. However, Orson''s precise maniption of the Magic Eyes kept adjusting their angles, forcing the Frost Dragon to twist and turn like a pretzel in an attempt to locate its elusive prey.


    No matter how devastating its breath attacks were, they couldn''t reach through dimensions.


    As Nightshade gave up resisting his fate, he decided to follow Orson''s advice. Floating through the void, he locked onto the shielded boss and fired his RPG.


    -1000!


    Buff Removed!


    Each time Inevan tried to activate another defensive skill, Nightshade''s RPG nullified it:


    Frost Armor ¨C Removed! Knight''s Hymn ¨C Removed! Frost Dragon''s Blessing ¨C Removed!


    Nightshade: "I''M BACK!" he dered with ir, striking a heroic pose mid-air.


    By now, Inevan''s patience had worn thin. The proud Abyssal-level boss couldn''t believe he was being toyed with by a level 15 yer.


    Orson: "This skill¡­ is incredible. His speed skyrockets fivefold when he exits the mirror space. He''s practically green lightning on that bike. If this keeps up, he''ll be riding circles around them."


    The Divine Emperor Earrings'' skill timer was running out. Orson finally returned Nightshade to solid ground¡­ where he was promptly surrounded and beaten senseless by a horde of mobs.


    Orson: "Sorry about that! I''ll send youpensationter. Got my hands full here."


    Turning his attention back to the main fight, Orson summoned The me Dragon, delivering a devastating blow to the weakened boss.


    The Frost Dragon, showing an unusual spark of intelligence, activated its Super Armor and lunged for Orson atop the Crimson Lizard King.


    Locked in the Frost Dragon''s jaws, the Crimson Lizard King bled profusely. But its fiery gaze glinted with madness as it suddenly lunged forward, sinking its fangs into the Frost Dragon''s eye.


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    With a sickening sound, the Frost Dragon''s eye burst, spilling blood everywhere.


    The Frost Dragon, enraged beyond reason, abandoned its frost breath and resolved to crush its challenger through sheer brute force.


    But the Crimson Lizard King was prepared. Golden light enveloped its body as it activated Super Armor Recovery, healing a massive chunk of HP and breaking free from the Frost Dragon''s jaws.


    Choosing the smarter path, it retreated, leaving its master to finish the fight.


    "Global Announcement: yer Orgod and their team have braved the dragon''s den and in the Dragon Knight Inevan!"


    The message reverberated across the server like thunder, leaving yers worldwide utterly stunned.

 Chapter 107 107: Winds of Change

    [Thin Ice Bro]: "He killed a Dragon Knight¡­ Meanwhile, here I am barely surviving a fight with a level-20 Vampire. How the hell is he this strong?"


    [Ruthless de]: "Global announcement? First ever, right? Man, screw this game¡ªit''s totally busted!"


    [I Go Crazy]: "Hahaha, it''s not just us on the CN server getting wrecked. Now the overseas yers can get a taste of this hell too!"


    In Infinite Dimensions, Dragon Knights, whether NPCs or boss monsters, were considered untouchable gods among mortals. The dragons alone had stats that yers could only dream of. And the knights themselves? Utterly suffocating to fight against.


    Now, someone had shattered that myth, and the name Orgod was spreading across global servers.


    The CN server yers were equal parts thrilled and dumbfounded. Usher and Wedge, infamous for their dominance, had been utterly outssed, and it was now clear why.


    "Not all Dragon Knights are equal. Some, like the Dragon Heirs, are just coasting on ancestral glory, riding on dragons without earning it."


    "Exactly. I''ve seen a Dragon Knight gathering in a hidden dungeon. The Imperial Purple Gold Duke and the Golden Family Heir? Both are barely 13-year-old kids."


    Inevan II''s death rocked the global yer base.


    On the KR server, yers were quick to call foul:


    "Our Orochi King is way stronger! He''d crush this Orgod guy any day with his SS-ss abilities."


    "Big deal. Killing a Dragon Knight? Try leading a kingdom war. Let the US region see what true emperor-level power looks like!"


    Meanwhile, JP server yers were hyping up their ace card: their top-ranked Beastmaster, who boasted a Domain-ss Beast capable of annihting entire armies.


    In Europe, the Sword Soul Guild had imed dominance, seizing 20 strongholds in the first battleground. Each of their six core members had single-handedly taken a city, their audacity and skill unmatched.


    Clips of their battles went viral on social media, earning them massive fame.


    Some European yers spected that Orgod might pose a threat to them, but such voices were drowned out by dismissivements like "another loser" and "Oscar-worthy performance."


    A striking blond man wearing a full set of level-20 legendary gear stood atop a fortress, exuding effortless confidence. "Orgod''s still as formidable as ever," he remarked with a serene smile. "Usher is no longer our biggest threat in the kingdom war."


    This man, d in wealth and power, was more than just rich¡ªhisbat skills were leagues ahead of ordinary yers. In the first battleground, he held the strongest fortress alone, fending off armies with ease.


    The Sword Soul Guild, though unfamiliar to CN yers, was the evolved form of the infamous STT Team¡ªa name that had once cast a shadow over CN esports.


    STT were two-time world champions in the game Sword and Conquest, a force so dominant they had crushed CN''s SSR Team in a historic match riddled with sabotage. It was a loss that left the CN esportsmunity reeling for years.


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    [Bradley]: "Tell me this isn''t real! My ultimate goal in Infinite Dimensions, stolen by a sneaky bastard. I''m fuming!"


    [Madman]: "So that''s where he''s been. We should team up and rob him blind for three days straight."


    [Wild Gale]: "Honestly, this is insane. Mage meleeing a Dragon Knight? You''re a legend, boss."


    [Iron Cavalry]: "Offering services as a loot carrier, conversation partner, and professional tterer¡ªall for Godyer Guild''s mighty leader!"


    The Godyer Guild rarely showed off, but today, they filled the world chat with triumphant boasts. Orson handled the action, while his guildmates handled the flexing.


    Nightshade: "I''m on TV! Wahahaha! Wagah! Rich bro, you''re awesome!"


    Nightshade, meanwhile, led an exodus of goblins, who carried heaps of junk and supplies as they relocated their entire tribe to the Godyer Guild''s stronghold.


    Two golden shes appeared before Orson¡ªa level-30 legendary armor piece and an A-grade magic book.


    Without examining the loot, Orson stuffed it into his inventory.


    He turned to the massive body of the Frost Dragon Vrag, a greedy glint in his eye.


    "No half-measures. If I''vee this far, I''ll see it through to the end!"


    The Dragon Knight was dead, but the dragonden with premium materials¡ªwas still alive. There was no way he''d let such a prize slip through his fingers.


    "Kill!"


    Mounted on the Crimson Lizard King, Orson raised his staff and unleashed Chaos Magic Balls at the decrepit dragon.


    Despite its colossal frame, the Frost Dragon barely flinched. The attacks were as ineffectual as raindrops.


    The Crimson Lizard King, even with its new, tenfold size, was barely the size of Vrag''s leg. The visible disparity in power was staggering.


    Freed from its master''s control, the Frost Dragon seemed to regain rity. Behind it, massive ice des began forming, each spanning hundreds of meters.


    "Even a casual attack is equivalent to A-tier ice magic¡­" Orson muttered, his heart sinking.


    The Frost Dragon roared, its breath turning the dungeon into a frozen wastnd. The terrain was obliterated, reced by a chaotic sea of snow and ice.


    Orson''s gaze sharpened. Summoning The me Dragon, he aimed to stall Vrag.


    The three-headed me Dragon smashed into the Frost Dragon''s skull, but the result was underwhelming. Vrag barely staggered, and its pursuit of the Crimson Lizard King continued unabated.


    Burn damage ticked away:


    Burn: -4200!


    Crit Burn: -2000!


    Orson maintained a steady barrage of long-range attacks, but the Frost Dragon shrugged off slows and knockbacks with ease.


    Vrag''s fury was absolute. Its final heir in, the ancient beast had no intention of retreating. A breath of icy death surged toward Orson, seeking to annihte him.


    Chaos Chain Triggered!


    True damage chains bound the Frost Dragon momentarily, reducing its speed slightly.


    True Damage Crit: -3000!


    True Damage Crit: -10,000!


    Under the consistent burn effects, Orson kept his resolve. "If this weren''t working, I might''ve considered retreating."


    "The terrain here isn''t favorable for Unit One''s speed. Change the battlefield!"


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    Orsonmanded the Crimson Lizard King to ascend vertically.


    Suddenly, the Frost Dragon''s breath struck true. The Lizard King''s wings froze mid-flight, sending it plummeting.


    "Battle Space!"


    Orson quickly recalled the beast, negating the debuff, and resummoned it momentster to resume the climb.


    "Destruction Breath!"


    The Crimson Lizard King roared, melting the stone walls to carve out an escape tunnel.


    "You are leaving the dungeon!"


    As the system notification rang out, Orson maintained hisposure. Behind him, the Frost Dragon charged headfirst into the rock, driven by sheer brute force.


    Momentster, the dragon burst through the mountainside, its roar echoing across thend. Its overwhelming presence filled the skies, heralding a deadly pursuit.

 Chapter 108 108: Systems Low Regard for the Player

    The Crimson Lizard King opened its mouth and unleashed a fiery breath that burned everything in its path. The rocks melted as if they were made of glue, and a flying passage was carved out of the wall in an instant.


    "You are about to leave the dungeon!"


    A system notification popped up. Orson''s expression remained calm as the Frost Dragon followed, charging into the rock face. With brute force, the dragon tried to tear everything apart, driven by the primal urge to shred both beast and rider to pieces.


    Momentster, the Frost Dragon broke through the mountain and let out a furious roar. Its dragon''s might spread, shaking thend.


    Dragon''s Might Revealed, Demons Flee!


    All neutral creatures, as well as powerful monsters near the Purple Thunder Fortress, began to tremble in fear. Under the pressure of the King of the Skies, most creatures dared not fight back, even if it meant death. This was the power of the Dragon n, a soul-searing imprint etched into the very beings of all creatures in the Infinite Dimensions world.


    However, an even fiercer and more irritable roar broke through the air. This sound showed no fear in the face of the dragon and, mere moments earlier, had even ripped out one of the dragon''s eyes.


    Dare to challenge the might of the Dragon n?


    Varrag, the Frost Dragon, roared once more and flew toward the source of the sound.


    However, after flying for a few minutes, the dragon''s lone remaining eye showed a hint of confusion.


    Where was that puny, snack-sized insect?


    Puff puff puff...


    Before it could even process what had happened, dozens of chaotic fireballs appeared out of thin air, bombarding the dragon''s injured eye.


    Varrag, in pain, searched frantically for the source of the attack, but all it received in response were more and more attacks.


    One wave after another.


    A destructive breath shot through the sky like aser, locking onto Varrag''s head and turning its once-blue skull into a charred,ical sight.


    The dragon could feel the presence of the Crimson Lizard King, but where the hell was that damn bug?


    Varrag''s patience snapped, and it began releasing its powers wildly, but it couldn''t even find a target to hit.


    A mirrored sh of light appeared through the clouds, and Varrag''s massive form was reflected in it.


    "You''re actually following me out of the dungeon? Come on, keep going!"


    "Aren''t you supposed to be invincible? Find us if you can!"


    "Hah! Hah! Hah!"


    From over seven or eight kilometers away, the duo of rider and beast made odd, mocking sounds.


    The two mischievous creatures continued to unleash attacks toward the dragon''s eye. Through the mirrors in the clouds, their projectiles sped up five times, leaving the Frost Dragon with no chance to dodge.


    System Notification: "The Frost Dragon is moving away from you!"


    "You survived the dragon''s mouth by sheer luck. You gain 20 attribute points and 2 talent points. Achievement: [Survivor of the Dragon''s Mouth] unlocked."


    Orson could only roll his eyes at the system''s words. "What do you mean by ''surviving by luck''?" he muttered. "This system''s judgment is way off. It thinks I''m running from the dragon''s pursuit, and now I''ve unlocked some random achievement!"


    But the truth was far from that. Orson was smashing the Frost Dragon in retaliation, not fleeing.


    His shooting range had reached an overpowered five kilometers, and with the God Emperor''s Earrings enhancing his abilities, Orson''s theoretical range could hit a crazy ten kilometers!


    With the Magic Eye Mirror, which had a five-minute cooldown, Orson was able to fire for two minutes non-stop, while urately locking onto the Frost Dragon.


    Orson knew that once the cooldown ended, if the boss managed to break free frombat, its health regeneration would be terrifyingly fast.


    So as soon as the God Emperor''s skill went on cooldown, Orson would intentionally close the gap and use the Crimson Lizard King to provoke the Frost Dragon to keep the aggro.


    At this point, with the Crimson Lizard King''s flight speed, the old dragon was having trouble even recognizing its opponent.


    The Frost Dragon shot another breath through the clouds, but the Crimson Lizard King merely snorted in disdain.


    "Dammit, stop showing off already!" Orson wiped the sweat from his forehead.


    The Crimson Lizard King, after dying once, had grown even more cunning. Though still fierce, its behavior became more unpredictable and harder to read.


    "Dragon n''s nemesis," Orson muttered to himself, looking at the Crimson Lizard King''s status bar. The buff had no extra bonuses but resembled the Soul Seal talent that yers had.


    The hint from the system when the Crimson Lizard King evolved was "Return to Ancestors" instead of "Evolution," which made Orson question the dragon''s bloodline origins.


    After all, in Infinite Dimensions'' lore, many races had shed with the Dragon n. For example, the Leviathan beasts that nearly wiped out the dragons, along with legendary kings of beasts and even divine creatures, had once in dragons.


    Orson thought to himself: The Death God Mountain likely hides some shocking secrets.


    The Crimson Lizard King''s home was the Death God Mountain, a ce filled with the flying beasts most yers loathed. Because of this, few ventured into the elite dungeons there. Orson only knew the general distribution of the monsters but didn''t know much about the dungeon strategies. He had always believed that farming gold there was a waste of time.


    However, the fact that the Crimson Lizard King could speak before dying and the unusual "Return to Ancestors" phenomenon made Orson reconsider. Perhaps a trip to the Death God Mountain was necessary.


    "One upgrade to Domain Lord requires a Dragon Crystal. This old dragon must die!" Orson silently vowed.


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    He knew that even with the help of the Crimson Lizard King, his current strength wasn''t enough to face a fully healthy dragon. The Crimson Lizard King''s speed advantage was only effective against this old, weakened dragon. A full-grown dragon would easily counterattack before he could even shoot from five kilometers away.


    Two minutester, Orson activated the Mirror Mirror once again and resumed pummeling the already weakened Frost Dragon.


    Orson transformed into his venomous form, grinning wildly. Direct confrontation certainly stirred his blood, but he loved the thrill of being the underdog, the sneaky "old six" as the term went.


    No matter how strong the dragon was, if it couldn''t touch him, it was just a giant meat target¡ªforced to take damage passively.@@novelbin@@


    An hour passed, and the Frost Dragon''s 60 million health had been reduced by half.


    The dragon-ying operation was almostplete!


    Only ten million health remained!


    Orson took a deep breath and closed his eyes to meditate.


    The Crimson Lizard King continued to soar through the skies of Infinite Dimensions, relentlessly harassing the nearly roasted Frost Dragon.


    Orson shook his head helplessly. Even the perpetual motion machine of the battlefield had its limits.


    With more than 50,000 mana, Orson could handle multiple boss battles without running out of energy.


    But dragons were different. Their high health, attack power, and breath attacks didn''t require mana, and they had everything piled into one.


    "Please note! The Frost Dragon Varrag is using Dragon Tongue!"


    A strange and iprehensiblenguage sounded.


    Orson''s eyes snapped open as he murmured, "The unparalleled Magic Apostle, the esteemed protector of Purple Thunder Fortress, the Purple Dragon Prince, I, Varrag, request your assistance!"


    Orson''s eyes flickered. The old dragon had no idea that Orson had once been a trial participant and had explored many Dragon n relics. He could understand bits of Dragon Tongue.


    At this point, Orson had already reached an empty space hundreds of kilometers away from Purple Thunder Fortress and Pondenorlin City.


    Varrag''s calls for help could never reach those cities without proper aid.


    But the Dragon Tongue spell was a dragon-exclusive ability, a long-range call between dragons¡ªa sort of encrypted telegraph.


    "By the name of the Dragon King of Light, I request the Pondenorlin Guardians to exterminate the Dragon yer. I am willing to offer all my umted treasure as a reward!" Varrag continued to whisper.


    Orson wouldn''t show mercy. He raised his staff, and the winds changed.


    "Magic Eye Mirror!"


    "Celestial Descent!"


    "Double Celestial Descent!"


    The Magic Eye expanded rapidly, and three meteorites shot through the sky.


    With five times the speed, three fiery meteors appeared above Varrag''s head.


    Varrag''s massive form was struck by all three at once and plummeted down to the ins below.


    -5000!


    Critical Hit: -12000!


    Crushing Damage: -500,000!


    -2000!


    -2400!


    The massive damage numbers flooded the screen. Varrag''s body was buried deep in the ground, leaving it with less than 5 million health!


    At this moment, the eerie magic symbols suddenly shed and split in two, flying toward two major cities.


    "Oh no! The Dragon Tongue spell has ended!" Orson eximed in panic.

 Chapter 109 109: The Old Strikes Again

    At Purple Thunder Fortress, within the forbidden grounds of the Battle Guild.


    A gigantic creature with a purple body opened its vertical eye, and waves of magical energy surged out from its body. The once azure sky was now tainted with a heavy shade of purple. Birds flying through the area suddenly plummeted to the ground, their flesh and bones disintegrating into a ck mist as the poisonous rain fell.


    "F*ck, what''s going on? I''m gonna die from this poison, damn it..."


    "Sh*t! This rain''s toxic, run for it..."


    A group of yers undergoing their ss awakening tests were inplete disarray. Every drop of the ck rain dealt over 2000 points of damage. A heavily armored knight with a shield was quickly dissolved along with his gear, leaving nothing behind.


    The giant purple crocodile, still lying on the ground, gave azy grunt. "What treasure could these poor country bumpkin dragons possibly have? They should''ve died already, just get it over with so I can get some sleep."


    With that, the giant croc went back to sleep.


    Meanwhile, in Pondenorlin City, the Lord''s Manor was bustling with activity. Lord Cain''s wedding was about to take ce, and outside the manor, many yers had gathered, eager to participate in the banquet and earn quest rewards.


    Cain, wearing a silver crown, suddenly looked up at the sky. A massive shadow passed overhead, ignoring the city''s protective barrier.


    "I can''t believe it! A dragon! Everyone, look!" shouted the yer "I Write the Chronicles of Another World."


    "Sh*t, that''s huge! I can''t check its stats, but it looks like at least a world boss-level monster!" cried another yer, "Rising World."


    Wedge and her team, just leaving the auction house, froze in shock. Wedge''s face darkened. "That''s the Guardian of Pondenorlin City, the Earth Dragon Ubris! Is it after Orson?"


    "To hunt the dragon rider... that guy''s in trouble," said DonutWizard. "Should we go take a look?"


    "Why bother? You know how dragon tribes help each other, it''s probably a case of that bastard getting into trouble," Reaver added.


    Wedge frowned. She was weighing the pros and cons. So far, Orson had shown himself to be nearly invincible. They had just spent a fortune to buy an anonymous stronghold from Madman. Taking advantage of the situation and attacking Orson while the dragon was here might be a great opportunity. If they seeded, they might even break Orson''s undefeated streak.


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    After a moment''s hesitation, she gave a nod. "The Earth Dragon will be the mount for our guild leader. If something happens to it, that means something''s wrong with our guild!"


    "That''s right! No one can stop us, not even a real dragon," a member shouted.


    "Let''s go! The Earth Dragon is heading toward the Qing Stone Town; there''s a teleportation array there," another member pointed out.


    "Don''t worry about retaliation, let''s kill Orgod first,"ughed "Drunken Dream of a Lifetime."


    Back to Orson, he frowned as he received the system warning: "Guardian Ubris is on its way!"


    At this point, Orson had no way to back down. He had to kill the dragon. The frost dragon below had only a few million health left¡ªit was his personal loot now. Anyone who came to challenge him would die!


    With a bright sh of chaotic energy, Orson activated his "Brutal Output Mode," unleashing a flurry of attacks. He wanted to take down the frost dragon before the guardian arrived.


    Meanwhile, at the Yi Chun Courtyard in Pondenorlin City, an old man suddenly leaped out from a crowd of women.


    "You dare touch my disciple?!" me Fosset roared, his anger boiling over. A strike sent arge hole through the building.


    Despite his age, the old man''s reflexes were quick. He jumped high into the air, where a giant ck tiger caught him mid-flight.


    "Dammit, old man! I thought you made it big and you''re still running from your debts?" a woman yelled angrily.


    "Soldier! Block that old geezer!" another woman shouted.


    me Fosset casually tossed a few hundred gold coins into the air, causing an immediate hush as the anger dissipated. "There, that should settle it. Now back to business."


    At the same time, the frost dragon Ubris was still standing tall, enduring Orson''s chaotic onught. With onest desperate breath, it aimed a dragon''s breath at Crimson Lizard King.


    Crimson Lizard King growled in response, releasing its own fiery breath to counter the attack. It wasn''t enough to overpower Ubris, but it was smart enough to slow the dragon''s breath and mitigate the damage.


    Crimson Lizard King swiftly retreated, a thousand meters away, before trying once again to lock in a kill shot.


    The sky was filled with rapid-fire explosions, as Orson unleashed Chaos Magic Balls, his attacks smashing into the ground below.


    Ubris cried out in agony as its health dropped to around one million. Its wings were torn to shreds, and the once-proud dragon was no longer a formidable force.


    But just as Ubris attempted to flee, Orson''s Earthquake spells mmed into the ground, forcing the dragon to crash back down.


    "Get it!" Orsonmanded, charging toward the fallen beast.


    Crimson Lizard King, sensing the opportunity, leapt forward, ready to devour the frost dragon, seeing it as a perfect meal to replenish its energy.


    But suddenly, a thunderous roar echoed from behind. Crimson Lizard King dodged just in time, narrowly avoiding a terrifying earth spike that nearly impaled it.


    A beast evenrger and more imposing than Ubris emerged, its massive form casting an enormous shadow. Its dragon head was adorned with a huge magical crystal.


    "Pondenorlin City''s Guardian, Ubris, the true peak of the lower dragons," Orson thought to himself, feeling a chill run down his spine. This dragon had 150 million health¡ªfar beyond the frost dragon''s capabilities.


    "Adventurer, you''ve crossed the line. The traitor dragons should be dealt with by the city''s guardians," Ubris dered, speaking in a booming voice.


    Orson smirked. "Guardian? You''re just after treasure."


    "You try and kill me. If I revive, I will destroy your dragon nest!" Orson shot back, unfazed.


    At that moment, the system notification popped up: "Pondenorlin City Malice +1000. You have disrespected the Guardian of Pondenorlin City. Entering the city will result in pursuit."


    "Ha, whatever, old Ubris," Orson muttered, "Touch him and you''ll see your dragon nest burned to the ground."


    Suddenly, a ck sh appeared. It was me Fosset, riding his ck tiger.


    "Old man?" Orson blinked, surprised. He hadn''t expected his troublesome mentor to show up at this time.


    "me Fosset, I need gold," the old man grumbled. "The church repair funds are short. I''ve been collecting money from all over. Unfortunately, I''m still a few thousand gold short."


    The system panel appeared before Orson, asking him to contribute gold to me Fosset. His veins bulged with frustration.


    This old man was definitely extorting him again!

 Chapter 110 110: Take You to Watch the Meteor Shower

    Taking advantage of the situation and charging a protection fee?


    Orson, having been tricked once before, wasn''t about to fall for the same thing again.


    "I don''t have any money. Go ask someone else if you''re looking for it. If you want, I can always revive myself," Orson decisively hit cancel on his input.


    He had already spent 10,000 gold coins just to get one-third of the SSS hidden ss''s talent tree, and now he had to deal with old bastard''s extortion.


    When would this ever end?


    Orson didn''t want to bother with this old man. He had made up his mind and continued to direct his Crimson Lizard King to tear into the Frost Dragon in front of two terrifying bosses.


    "me Fosset, you''ve got some guts! In such a hurry to meet your Chaos Mother? Aren''t you afraid the Guardians will team up to kill you?" Ubers roared, diving toward Orson with the intent to crush him.


    "Ah, I''ll spare you this time, chosen one," me Fosset yawned, legs crossed, casually pulling out a simple firewood stick, and the giant chaotic six-pointed star lit up.


    The mountains and rivers instantly changed, a terrifying aura surged, and distant mountains exploded. A multicolored Chaos Giant descended.


    "Holy crap! A summon with three billion health, and it''s immune to all magic below A rank!" Orson was stunned. The massive giant surrounded by chaotic energy was even bigger than the Earth Dragon.


    With one step, the Chaos Giant made the sky and earth change color. Mountains crumbled, and the ground shattered!


    "Come on, try it. It''s been years since I''ve had dragon meat." me Fosset grinned, revealing his yellow teeth.


    Orson gulped. He knew me Fosset was at least on the same level as Saint Swordmaster Ice River, but he hadn''t expected him to be this fierce. Even top-tier dragons weren''t a match for him.


    Ubers retreated a few thousand meters, shocked by the Chaos Giant''s pressure.


    Ubers: "The ancient Chaos gods are a thing of the past. me Fosset, you''re digging your own grave."


    "Shut your mouth!" me Fosset''s face darkened instantly. A murderous glint shed in his murky eyes. "Get lost."


    Two more Chaos Giants descended, and the Guardians were so frightened they immediately fled the battlefield.


    me Fosset nced at Orson, squinting. "Kid, you really dare to y dragons?"


    "Didn''t you say you wanted the Dragon King''s Horn? I''m just warming up," Orson shot a re at the old man.


    "Don''t ever say you''re my sessor... Hmm, I''m not afraid to die, but I''ll pass on that," me Fosset shook his head.


    Orson snorted. "You can summon Chaos Giants, and you''re worried about a dragon?"


    "Heh, just a little trick. Learn something, kid," me Fosset grinned lecherously. The Chaos mist dissipated, and the crumbling mountains in the distance vanished as if nothing had happened. Everything returned to normal.


    "Illusion magic?" Orson froze. This type of magic came from the water magic branch and could create creatures that terrified enemies. It was usually at most B rank, but such arge-scale illusion required powerful magical strength to cast.


    me Fosset chuckled smugly, saying that even dragons wouldn''t be able to see through such an illusion when he used it.


    He reminded Orson to find the Dragon King''s Tooth and Titan''s Eye and disappeared on his giant tiger.


    "Sure enough, Chaos mages have no future. They resort to scaring people and driving them off..." Orson shook his head inwardly, but now that his foot was in the Chaos pit, he couldn''t back out.


    The Frost Dragon was near death, and a group of unexpected guests appeared behind Orson.


    "Do you guys also want to join in?" Orson said without looking back.


    Wanderer Binghen: "Did Ubers fly away? Why didn''t he kill this guy?"


    Sister Never Deep Love: "That dragon''s almost dead. If we don''t act now, we''ll miss our chance to im it!"


    The Supreme Guild members were ecstatic. A boss with over 100 million health was about to fall, and who knew what rare gear might drop?


    Plus, this guy was the leader of the Godyer Guild, with a big red name above his head. Killing him would be like picking up a divine treasure!


    It was an enormous temptation!


    "Heh..." Drunken Dream''s face stiffened. He had envisioned this as arge-scale battle, with a group of elite yers surrounding and slowly taking down a low-level dragon-riding Earth Dragon. Only after significant effort would they emerge victorious!


    But ying a dragon¡­ that would require a guild of at least a thousand strong yers, each working in sync, with countless casualties¡­ then, after giving everything, they''d have a chance.


    But what was going on here?


    One person, one beast?


    A solo duel against the Frost Dragon Varag?


    Although Lord-ss beasts were incredibly strong in the yermunity, they were nothingpared to a Domain Lord-level dragon.


    "We''re just passing by, admiring the three-time champion''s style..." Drunken Dream tried to keep calm and said as he was about to leave with his group.


    Wanderer Binghen: "Boss, what are you doing? That dragon only has about 100,000 health left! If we don''t make a move now, it''ll be toote!"


    The Supreme Guild yers couldn''t hold back, and without opening the team chat, they expressed their dissatisfaction right in front of Orson.


    Sister Never Deep Love: "I agree with that. If you''re afraid of facing Godyer, I''m happy to charge in first..."


    "Charge in first so I can kill you? You''re not qualified," Orson turned around and gave the female warrior a sinister smile.


    "Don''t talk nonsense..." Drunken Dream''s face turned pale. He had received an S-level hidden ss as a temporary dragon-riding warrior, and Ubers would one day be one of his potential mounts.


    But that was in the future, not now. And there were over a dozen other yers who had also received the temporary dragon-riding ss, each of them not to be underestimated.


    If he wanted to truly ride Ubers, Drunken Dream would need to get stronger. But now¡­


    He received a system prompt: "Ubers has fled. Please stay away from the yer named Orgod to avoid bringing disaster to your Dragon Riding Guild."


    "Boss says what goes. What are you guysining about?" Wanderer Binghen sneered.


    "Just because the guild''s new, you think you''re weak? Passing up the opportunity is foolish," Sister Never Deep Love retorted.


    "Ridiculous, who''s not a professional yer? I''m not afraid of the three-time champion. Fight or not?"


    The Supreme Guild yers started to argue, and a few of the new high-level yers ignored Drunken Dream and drew their weapons.


    Seeing the guild members bickering, Drunken Dream felt like his mind was exploding. Was this a fight they could win? It was practically delivering their heads on a silver tter!


    "Misunderstanding, I''m leaving now," Drunken Dream said hastily.


    But as soon as he spoke, someone yelled at him for being a coward, a lone mage who wasn''t afraid of anything.


    "Still pretending to be a dragon-riding warrior? Tch, we''re not weak. We''ll go solo if we need to!" a thief yer cursed as they made their decision to act, immediately entering stealth mode.


    "Who said you could leave?" Orson chuckled lightly, and Drunken Dream froze in ce, his body stiff.


    Orson shook his head, looking at the others. "You all came this far just to see me? With such sincerity, how can I not pamper my fans?"


    Wanderer Binghen: "Prepare to fight!"


    Orson urately predicted their moves, casting The me Dragon down, hitting the stealthy thief and sending them flying.


    Critical hit -3800!


    Burn -4800!


    ¡­


    "F***! What the hell is this damage?" The thief screamed as they were instantly killed, and the two warriors nearby were also caught in the spreading fireballs of The me Dragon, dying from burns in two hits.


    "I''ll show you a meteor shower," Orson said coldly, his eyes narrowing as he gestured. His staff floated in the air, and the chaotic six-pointed star expanded rapidly.


    A meteorite appeared, covering both him and the Supreme Guild yers.


    "That bastard¡­ he''s not even afraid of being hit by his own skill?" Drunken Dream paled as he saw the terrifying meteorite fall. He had never seen such a ruthless move before.


    "Candidate Dragon Rider, you''re too weak. There are at least threepetitors stronger than you in the early stages." Orson sighed as a magic eye appeared before him. He stepped forward and traveled through space.


    When he appeared again, he was a kilometer away.


    "Space magic?"


    "Even space mages can''t teleport this far at this stage!" the Lord-ss yers from Supreme Guild were stunned.


    Boom! The Supreme Guild members were wiped out.


    Meanwhile, the Crimson Lizard King finished off the Frost Dragon, roaring as it stepped on the dragon''s head and began devouring it.


    "You have sessfully in Frost Dragon Varag!"@@novelbin@@


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 Chapter 111 111: Dragons Kiss Guild Betrayal

    "4998th Orson!"


    "4999th Orson..."


    "Trainingpleted: 5000 dumbass Orsons killed!"


    Inside the Purple Thunder Fortress''s legendary dungeon, nk swung her weapon hard, defeating thest zombie "Orson" with great effort. She finally exhaled a long breath.


    She had been doing this special training for many days. Although grinding monsters was exhausting, as long as she imagined them as a certain someone, her fatigue seemed to fade away.


    Her divine Soul Seal was connected to her level and proficiency in killing small monsters, so she had been grinding nonstop whenever she had free time. After continuous battles, nk was able to stack bleeding buffs infinitely. By the time she faced monsters with 200,000 health, she could almost kill them with a single strike.


    nk tilted her delicate chin up arrogantly and clicked to check her ranking on the leaderboard. Experience tales at empire


    "I''m only 3 levels ahead of that bastard. That''s still not enough! I need to keep grinding and push him into despair!" nk muttered to herself with determination.


    Taking a deep breath, nk was about to dive back into the dungeon for more grinding. But the next moment, an announcement appeared, shattering all her ns.


    [Server-wide announcement: yer Orgod, like a god of death, yed the Fallen Dragon Vrg,pleting the Abyss Dungeon: Dragon Maiden!]


    "Rewards: 200 free attribute points, 300 skill points, 100,000 reputation, 3 million experience points, 2,000 gold!"


    nk stared nkly at the world channel, as the level rankings next to her seemed to jump like crazy.


    "Level 29, 30..."


    "31, 32..."


    "33, 34!?"


    Her heart sank. nk stood there at the teleportation point, in utter disbelief. Tears welled up in her eyes as she screamed and charged back into the dungeon with obsessive determination.


    After ying the Frost Dragon, Orson had instantly leveled up by 6 levels, reaching Level 34.


    "ying dragons! Holy crap, he''s really ying dragons! He just gained 6 levels in one go!"


    "We don''t need to fight anymore. Right now, Orgod is the undisputed top yer in Infinite Dimensions. Usher, nk¡ªstep aside."


    "Well, it seems like only the top-tier yers from other regions might be able topete with him."


    ...


    The yers in the world channel, who were once the top yers in other MMORPGs, sighed in frustration, full of awe and fear toward Orson''s aplishments.


    If Orson had yed a low-level Dragon Knight, it could have been exined by his superior skills as a top professional yer, along with some dungeon mechanics. But the fact that a level 20-something mage had in a dragon was downright terrifying.


    After all, a dragon, even if mindlessly attacked by a yer, would regenerate its health faster than the yer could deal damage. The idea of ying a dragon was nothing short of a nightmare.


    Skysher: "That bastard must''ve found some game bug or the dragon was already low health when he killed it."


    Ivy: "Yeah, that''s right. The official game site said even the weakest low-tier dragons have health in the billions. A normal yer can''t do this."


    The members of Dragon''s Kiss Guild kept a low profile. They had justpleted the legendary dungeon Twilight Poison Fog, and after returning to Pondenorlin City, they teleported back to their guild headquarters.


    "Don''t try tofort me with empty words. I will get back the face we''ve lost," Usher said nonchntly as he looked at the server announcements. The others immediately fell silent.


    He took out a ck Soul Seal and stared at it, murmuring, "Dark God Corpse. If you equip this, you can lead people to betray the Light Dragon Empire and join the Dark Dragon faction."


    Confidence red up again in Usher''s eyes. He believed with all his heart that he was the destined king of Infinite Dimensions. No matter how strong his enemies were, he would im the final victory. To him, Orson was just a stepping stone to measure his strength.


    "The day I return will be the day Infinite Dimensions trembles," Usher chuckled.


    A ck light shed from his forehead, spreading across the entire sky.


    The members of Dragon''s Kiss Guild looked up, excitement and joy mixed in their eyes. Shadows of magic descended, opening a rift in the void. A magical battleship that seemed to have crossed ancient time and space sailed toward them. The guild''s yers raised their fists and shouted in unison: "Dragon''s Kiss Guild! Invincible!"


    Waves of ck light rained down, and every member of Dragon''s Kiss Guild received an invitation from the Dark Dragon Empire.


    [Usher has joined the Dark Dragon Empire, gaining the Dark Dragon King''s reverse blood blessing, 150 free attribute points, 200 skill points, 15 talent points, 200,000 reputation, and 1,000 gold!]


    Another explosive announcement went live, and the entire yer base went into a frenzy.


    He, Usher, was turning against the world!


    Leading Dragon''s Kiss Guild to be enemies of the entire world!


    How audacious could one get?!


    "Running away because you can''t win? Typical of Dragon''s Kiss Guild," Bradley said, mocking them on the broadcast. Even though Dragon''s Kiss Guild was now officially part of the Dark Dragon Empire, the people from the Light Dragon Empire wouldn''t get enemy faction notifications, so his mockery was purely out of habit.


    Madman: "What now? How''s Wedge going to cope with this?"


    Bradley: "Dragon''s Kiss Guild is done for. SSR army will have to bow down to them! It''s over!"


    The two of them continued their mockery, each taking turns to throw insults.


    Meanwhile, Wedge looked particrly upset. The alliance she had hoped for had turned into her solitary struggle. She couldn''t even bear to think about how Godyer Guild would suppress her afterward.


    Even though she was good atworking and political maneuvering, Godyer Guild was too powerful now, and no guild dared to challenge them.


    Just a few minutes ago, Drunken Dream, the leader of Supreme Guild, had been full of confidence, but after witnessing Orson y the dragon, his guild waspletely annihted.


    "Run. Keep running. Let''s see how long you can escape."


    Orson nced at the chat logs,pletely indifferent. Even if Usher ran to the ends of the earth, Orson would still hunt him down and crush him.


    Now that they werepletely in opposing factions, Orson had no hesitation in eliminating him. He no longer felt any burden.


    [Detected collectible soul. Do you wish to collect it?]


    Orson took out his Soul Collection device. A dragon soul entered it with ease.


    If he waited until the Crimson Lizard King leveled up to Domain Master and consumed the dragon''s soul, he couldn''t even imagine how terrifying the Magic Ascension Pills made from the dragon would be.


    The Crimson Lizard King transformed into a devouring beast, and the dragon corpse began to disintegrate, feeding into the Lizard King''s body.


    "Roar!!"


    The Crimson Lizard King, a mere shrimppared to the dragon, did not show any sign of swelling, even after consuming such a massive creature.


    "Your mount, Crimson Lizard King, has consumed the dragon''s body and gained 100% attribute growth!"


    Soon after, the Crimson Lizard King''s red body started to show a tinge of blue, and cracks appeared on its body, as if it was turning into a giant egg.


    A crack sounded.


    A prehistoric behemoth broke free from its shell, its size increased tremendously. Its wings, when spread, spanned over a hundred meters. A blue horn grew from its head, making it look even more terrifying.


    "10 million health. Not bad. Still eptable."


    Orson smiled faintly. The dragon''s corpse was a treasure to the Crimson Lizard King, which had the devouring ability. It was practically a jackpot.


    "You have obtained premium materials: Dragon Horn x2."


    "You have obtained premium materials: Dragon Spine Bone x1."


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    The ground was covered with materials and equipment, which Orson eagerly threw into his bag to checkter.


    "You have obtained a holy item: Dragon Crystal x1."


    "You have obtained an S-grade Frost Magic Book: [Ice Prison Ring]."

 Chapter 112 �112】: The Fourth Holy Swordbearer of Pondenorlin City!

    Orson''s eyes gleamed as he looked at the magic book, glowing with a red aura.


    S-level skill!


    yers referred to it as the "small forbidden spell," a top-tier skill that every great mage dreams of. True forbidden spells were out of reach even for the wealthiest gods.


    [Ice Prison Ring]


    Effect: Consumes 3000 MP to activate the aura. Every second, it drains 200-2000 MP depending on the skill''s range, which is determined by the user''s attack range. This skill has no cooldown. The aura extends in all directions to its maximum range, causing targets within it to be affected by freezing, paralysis, and other debuffs. Simultaneously, the Nine Hells Ice Prison opens, and countless jailers attack the targets. The number of jailers depends on the spell''s strength.


    "This skill is like an SS-level forbidden spell to me," Orson''s heart raced. This skill was a perfect match with [Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye].


    Ordinary mages might struggle to even activate the aura, given its sky-high MP cost¡ªup to 2000 MP per second. Only someone like Orson could sustain such an enormous drain. And with the range determined by his attack distance, any hostile yer within a five-kilometer radius would be in for a cold, icy hell¡­


    "Learn!"


    A sh of red light enveloped him, and the Super Ice Prison Aura was activated.


    "Ding-dong¡ªYou''ve received a hidden quest clue."


    [Help Request: Adventurer, I am Hazel. I have ced a hefty bounty on a mission and hope you can help me escape.]


    "Hefty bounty? Then why not offer a hefty reward for a child? You made me excited for nothing."


    Orson paused, feeling let down by the 500-gold reward. At least there should have been an offer of "a life debt" or something more enticing.


    After a moment''s thought, he muttered, "ept."


    The reason wasn''t because he was eager for gold, but because this quest seemed rted to Lord Cain.


    From the letter''s contents, it seemed that Hazel, the fierce girl, had been forced into a marriage with Lord Cain for a political alliance between two families. She refused toply and had reached a breaking point.


    Additionally, the quest wasn''t just for Orson. All yers with a high favorability towards Hazel (level 10 or higher) received the same request, with the same 500-gold reward. There were no penalties for failing the mission.


    All yers were instructed to gather outside a secret cabin near the Pondenorlin City Lord''s mansion in 20 minutes.


    "This must be an opposing quest."


    Orson immediately understood. yers attending the Lord''s wedding would likely have received the opposing mission¡ªone to protect the wedding, while Orson''s side would be tasked with ruining it.


    Orson thought for a moment. He had previously saved the fool Berenice in the Abyss dungeon and thwarted Lord Cain''s schemes, cing him at odds with Cain.


    Furthermore, Orson had no love for the local dragon-riding guardians, who had nearly interfered with his dragon-ying ambitions. This was a debt that needed settling. Besides, he was curious about Cain''s involvement with monsters and his efforts to mass-produce an army.


    "This is the perfect time to strike."


    "Let''s go to Pondenorlin City."


    With a snap of his fingers, Crimson Lizard King, having gained massive attribute growth, flew down to him, its speed resembling a streak of red lightning, heading toward Pondenorlin City.


    But just as Orson was about to forcibly enter the city, the city''s protective barrier suddenly lit up, blocking both him and the beast.


    "Your malevolent value in this city has exceeded 1000 points."


    "You cannot pass through the barrier into Pondenorlin City."


    A system prompt rang in Orson''s ears, and he frowned. The city''s malevolent value was different from the usual yer-kill or NPC-kill points.


    Once the malevolent value towards a city was too high, not only would yers be unable to receive services from NPCs, but they would also be forbidden from passing through the city''s barrier. To clear this, one would need either the lord''s pardon or to perform a significant act against monsters.


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    "Think this can stop me?" Orson smirked, gripping one of the barrier''s corner stones. He intended to reverse the barrier''s entry point.


    "Stop!"


    "Evil thief! Dare to invade Pondenorlin!"


    Before Orson could make his move, over a dozen guards rushed forward. Realizing his situation, Orson sighed in frustration, nearly forgetting he had a notorious reputation with a huge red name¡ªentering the city would result in being arrested and killed.


    "Ha, with me guarding here, no demon or viin will escape their fate!"


    A voice with deep authority rang out, and a well-built man with a thick beard stepped forward.


    Orson''s eyes shed. "Huh? A familiar face! Haha."


    He grinned and winked at the captain of the guards, Wesley, as they locked eyes.


    "You... you little bastard still dare to show your face¡­" Wesley froze for a moment before hurriedly signaling to Orson.


    Following Wesley''s gaze, Orson saw several high-ranking mages standing beside him. Their robes indicated they were powerful members of the Mage Guild. Even someone like Wesley, known for his arrogance, appeared to show some deference to them.


    "Pondenorlin City has such a vicious criminal. Why hasn''t he been caught yet?!" A level 40 mage scoffed.


    Wesley raised his chin, speaking with righteousness, "Capture him! Anyone causing trouble in my territory deserves nothing less than death!"


    Orson''s expression hardened as he noticed Wesley subtly raised four fingers behind the mage''s back and winked at him.@@novelbin@@


    System message: Wesley is asking for a bribe. Pay 4000 gold to resolve the situation.


    Orson rolled his eyes internally. Of course, the big bearded man was just after money. For a price, he could handle anything.


    "These corrupt bastards of the Light Dragon Empire¡­ I think I want to defect."


    Orson sneered inwardly. The Light Dragon Empire was in a state of decay, its emperor only six years old and under the control of the Church and various powerful families. The empire was ripe for the taking, and with enough gold, one could even buy several cities.


    Everyone Orson had interacted with so far seemed to have an uncanny ability to see right through him, sensing his overflowing wealth.


    Wesley drew his sword and stepped forward with a smug expression. Orson immediately put on an act, clutching his chest dramatically.


    "This¡­ this battle aura¡­ so powerful! My body is stiff, my legs are weak, I can''t move!"


    "Captain Wesley! Such strength! Comparable to the three Holy Swordbearers! I¡­ I yield!"


    Orson staggered back a few steps, his face contorted in mock humiliation.


    If Bradley and the others saw this, they wouldugh for a whole year.


    But to the NPCs, it was wless!


    A mere level 30 yer, in their eyes, was like an ant¡ªeasy to subdue, just as they expected.


    Wesley strutted forward, and Orson whispered lowly, "A permanent LD status, or forget it."


    Wesley cleared his throat and whispered back, "Hang in there, my treasure lord. I''ll get you out soon."


    "Kill this man already!" the mage urged.


    "Hmph, ignorant fool. May you learn to live properly in your next life!" Wesley spat, then made a show of shing at Orson.


    "Ah¡­ such devastating power! I die content!" Orson fell to the ground, a look of disbelief on his face.


    Wesley turned around, casually flicking the blood onto the mage''s faces. They recoiled in disgust before turning to check the other areas.


    ...


    Minutester, a handsome man in a white mage officer''s robe appeared at the dungeon entrance. He had the blue NPC marker above his head: Orsix.

 Chapter 113 �113】: Silver Dragon Knight King

    At the Lord''s Mansion, in the conference hall.


    "Young master, the envoy from the Xien family has arrived at the front hall, and the wedding banquet has been prepared," said a burly man respectfully.


    If any members of the Godyer guild were present, they would be extremely surprised to see this man¡ªDragon Grand, who imed to be the descendant of the War Saint.@@novelbin@@


    "Hazel''s parents still refuse the union of the two families and are preparing to seek help from the Judge of the Royal Court in the capital to annul the engagement," Dragon Grand continued.


    Upon hearing this, Cain remained expressionless. His cold, deep eyes revealed no sign of emotion as he spoke in a low voice: "Whoever ruins my n to take back the Celestial Fortress from my ancestors will walk down a dead-end road. Do what you must, I only want one result."


    Dragon Grand replied, "Currently, the Adventurers'' Guild has taken control of the watchtowers. Their strength is notparable to yours, but you should still be cautious of that Dragon yer."


    "Hmph, I am a descendant of the Imperial Dragon Bloodline, the rightful heir of the Light Dragon Empire. Why should I fear them?" Cain nced coldly at Dragon Grand, who immediately lowered his head.


    After Dragon Grand left the hall, Cain stood up, wearing his golden lion robe. His golden eyes shimmered with a strange light.


    "Adventurers, a wondrous lifeform from another world..." Cain muttered to himself. "One step away from the door of truth, and I will uncover the buried secrets of the gods."


    Meanwhile, in a private house outside the Lord''s Mansion.


    Only I Am the Coolest: "Stop arguing, listen to me. You guys cover me, and I''ll rush in, steal the bride, and run. As long as I leave Pondenorlin City alive, the mission will be a sess."


    Like a Durian: "Stop talking nonsense! I had a friend check the wedding''s defenses. There are at least a few hundred NPC guards, and thousands of yers waiting for us. Who''s going to give you the chance to rush in and steal the bride?"


    Love to Do It All Day: "I suggest we let Drunken Dream take the lead. His intimacy with Hazel is over 50 points. If he goes to talk to her, he might trigger some additional rewards. Plus, the Dragon Rider is not to be underestimated."


    "Yeah, yeah, the Dragon Rider can tank and deal damage. The yers on the other side can''t be stronger than Orgod, right?"


    "Exactly! Supreme Guild''s boss can tank Orgod''s damage several times. He''s a beast!"


    Everyone''s eyes turned toward Drunken Dream.


    "Ugh... I... you guys decide," Drunken Dream said reluctantly.


    He was standing in a corner, and his words seemed like praise, but they were more like mockery. He felt deeply hurt, thinking, Why? Why is this happening?


    He had the qualifications of a Dragon Rider, an S-tier ss! He was backed by a powerful organizationparable to the DK Group! Even though he entered the game two dayste, why was he being looked down upon like this?


    Drunken Dream: "I... I will handle it."


    He sighed. By a series of twists of fate, he had been working on tasks rted to Hazel''s parents and had developed a strong bond with Hazel.


    "Nice, this is going well!" the loud guy cheered.


    Everyone was excited. It was said that Supreme Guild was the fastest and most efficient in clearing dungeons. Even SSR yers like DonutWizard and The King Family''s ShatteredCrown couldn''t keep up with him. His understanding of dungeon mechanics far surpassed that of ordinary yers.


    Moreover, the Dragon Rider ss ensured that as long as he didn''t die, the entire team would remain invincible!


    Drunken Dream not only had task ties with the Undead Silver Dragon Solomon, but bypleting this hidden quest, his intimacy with Hazel could exceed 60 points. This could unlock the next phase of the Dragon Rider quests and the potential to tame the Silver Dragon in the future.


    Orson, smiling quietly, knew how important this mission was for Drunken Dream. Continue reading at empire


    The Xien family was one of the five tinum families of the empire. Their family produced many Dragon Riders and Light Mages. Drunken Dream would likely receive Hazel''s parents'' favor and,ter in the game, tame the Undead Silver Dragon Solomon.


    Orson couldn''t help but watch Drunken Dream silently, thinking to himself: "Silver Dragon Knight King, Drunken Dream, the super backup."


    "Dead in the second year of the hardcore apocalypse, a victim of the Supreme Guild''s internal politics."


    He''s a real man, Orson thought, as Drunken Dream had earned the title of The Last Man of the tinum Family.


    When other tinum families feared confronting the Demon Army to protect their power, Drunken Dream had fought through the horde alone, risking his life time and time again.


    Unfortunately, the Supreme Guild had always been notorious for its internal strife, and Drunken Dream was betrayed by his own guild.


    Drunken Dream took the lead, showing his leadership skills: "Mage, cause some chaos. Cool guy, lead the way to steal the bride. I''ll hold the front with our priest friend. Once we grab her, we pull out immediately."


    After finalizing the n, the group left their hidden base one by one.


    "Adventurers, please follow me!"


    Soon, Hazel''s personal attendant arrived, and they received the prompt to enter the wedding instance.


    The scene shifted, and the sky darkened.


    Dozens of figures donned stealth gear, reducing the likelihood of being detected by the guards.


    "What a bunch of nonsense... so many guards. This wedding feels more like a kidnapping!"


    They were all startled as they entered, seeing countless red dots on the map¡ªNPC guards and yers, with a few particrly powerful enemies among them.


    Drunken Dream spoke in a low voice, "Those NPCs in silver dragon cloaks, don''t engage them. Their health is at least 3 million, Lord-ss strength!"


    Everyone nodded vigorously. Drunken Dream tookmand, directing the group to enter the Lord''s Mansion, carefully positioning everyone in advance.


    Orson smiled faintly, stopping in his tracks.


    "Thank you, Fire Mage," Drunken Dream said, turning to Orson. He paused for a moment, feeling an inexplicable sense of familiarity.


    A pressure spread in the air, and Drunken Dream suddenly felt ufortable.


    Orson nodded gently, thinking to himself, If I can help, I''ll lend a hand.


    It would be another two years before Drunken Dream could tame the Silver Dragon, but if his bond with Hazel grew fast enough, that timeline could be shortened significantly.


    Once the group dispersed, Orson sat down outside the wall. Suddenly, his eyes snapped open.


    "Activate my domain¡ªIce Prison Ring!"

 Chapter 114 �114】: My Domain

    "Where the hell have you gone? I threw all the money from the base sales into the guild warehouse!" Madman typed in the group chat. Orson paused, stopping his minor spell My Domain, and checked the guild warehouse.@@novelbin@@


    After deducting the auction fees, there was still 3.2 million gold, with thirty-two small targets on the list.


    On the surface, this amount of money seemed like a lot, but to anyrge guild, it was just normal strategic reserves.


    Orson transferred 200,000 gold to the ount, leaving 3 million gold to be distributed to Madman and Fatty.


    Madman: "Got the money, I''m preparing to study abroad!"


    Bradley: "Alright, Orson told me, you live at 27X, West River Road, West Bay, Xichuan City, and your little brother is nning to take the same school as you. You better run."


    Madman: "What the hell, you stalker! Are you spying on me?"


    Bradley sent a "picking nose" emoji and said, "As the vice president, it''s my job to know the details of opportunists. You and Iron Cavalry are both under close watch."


    Madman: "Go to hell, jerk!"


    Madman''s escape n was ruined. Bradley then made fun of him, pointing out how his graduation from a military school was an insult to prestigious universities.


    Bradley suddenly said, "By the way, what''s with all the new recruits you brought in? They all act like they''re hot shots in the guild, constantly chatting away in the guild channel."


    Orson looked at the guild members list. The number of members had doubled since hest checked, and they were approaching the guild''s membership limit.


    "Looks like their level and equipment are decent. There are four hidden A-rank sses, and about twenty A-rank ones. Even an S-rank yer is among them."


    These A-ranked yers were strong, some even previously held positions in other top guilds. After the base battle, where Godyer made a huge reputation, these yers had flocked to join.


    Orson quickly realized why Bradley wasining.


    Absolute Kid: I think it''s fair topete for the remaining two vice president positions, right?"


    I Ride Donkey Looking for Girls: "You? A cash-shop top 3? That''sughable. The Three-Crown King can beat ten of you. I, the national runner-up of Sword and Conquest, almost defeated him. I deserve a spot as vice president."


    Dynasty Old Yin: "You''re all funny. I have seven ounts that are #1 across different servers, but I''m not bragging. Since Boss Fan often skips activities, I''ll manage things myself. Competing for guild leader is no problem, right?"


    Orson was stunned. He had only been away for a few hours, and these guys were already nning to oust him.


    He recognized a few familiar names, like I Ride Donkey Looking for Girls, whom he met during a national offline solo-kingpetition.


    It''s worth noting, his "narrow loss" was greatly exaggerated; Orson had wrecked him with a mage, 10-0. Orson remembered him crying at the post-match conference, ming the holo-helmet for messing up his controls.


    Iron Cavalry: "I''m justughing, not saying anything..."


    Wild Gale: "Focus on improving your skills. This game is different from what you''re used to."


    These new members clearly didn''t know who they were messing with. They''d heard of the Three-Crown King''s power, but had never seen it for themselves. It was like they thought Orson was just another "boss" among them, oblivious to the real difference in skill.


    Madman: "Stop talking! If you keep on, I''ll kick you all out of the guild! Don''t do the quests, then leave!"


    Madman, feeling embarrassed that someone was watching the guild chat, scolded them for a while until they finally shut up.


    While watching the base battle stream and experiencing the love from the wizard on the battlefield were two separate things.


    Orson knew well that these people didn''t fear him, and he understood why. They were at the top of their respective games, and to them, they were the "gods" of their worlds.


    He had no problem with that. What he needed were real fighters, people who weren''t afraid to face anyone head-on and fight back no matter the odds.


    "By the way, Madman, are you at the wedding instance?" Orson asked.


    Madman: "Yeah, why? Just asking, I brought a bunch of new guys here for some training."


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    "Nothing, I just saw it on my friends list and thought I''d ask," Orson responded casually.


    Madman had brought these newbies to the enemy''s side...


    Meanwhile, at the wedding scene, music and dance filled the air.


    Madman and his crew, confident with their strength, were not worried. While other yers were tense and ready, they were casually drinking and eating, even ying games.


    Madman, while pocketing five gold from a noble NPC, suddenly felt a chill on his back. "Why does it feel so cold all of a sudden..."


    Drunken Dream: "Are the thieves in position? We''re waiting around the main hall."


    Crazy Handsome: "Hehe, already behind them. Those guards with only a few thousand HP are nothing."


    Drunken Dream: "Get the fire mage to cause chaos. I''ll hold off the NPC guards and yers in the banquet hall."


    Orsix: "Understood, Adventurer."


    Orson smiled slightly, his six-pointed star circling around his body.


    His eyes glowed a bright blue, and the mist in the air immediately froze, with frost creeping along the walls and floors. Wherever the blue mist went, pools of water froze, and snakes and ants froze in ce.


    The snowfall fell softly, creating a peaceful, serene atmosphere.


    Guards patrolling the area heard the creaking sound behind them and instinctively turned around. Their faces froze in shock, and the next second, they were solidified into ice statues.


    This was a silent massacre ¡ª no sound, no warning, just the sudden death of those who ventured too close.


    "I can''t move...!"


    A level 27 knight''s body froze. He tried to resist with his toughness skill, but his movements were slow andbored, his mouth even sealed shut, unable to speak.


    And that wasn''t the worst part.


    Ice Prison Ring triggered the Chaos Magic Ball effect.


    While being frozen, a swamp appeared beneath their feet, slowing them down by 50%.


    At the same time, chaotic fire spread, igniting ghostly mes that burned the target, leaving them to watch as they turned to bones.


    "You killed the Lord''s Guard Norton."


    "You killed the yer Jiu Ge."


    "You killed..."


    Orson, watching through his magical eye, frowned. "I''m really a monster."


    "Let''s try this next."


    Orson waved his staff, opening a void crack in the Lord''s Mansion.


    The Nine Hells Prison returned to the world, one of the Infinite Dimensions'' forbidden realms.


    From the portal, slimy creatures wriggled out, wearing ck armor from unknown eras, carrying terrifying torture devices.


    Orson had boosted his spell strength to 1500, summoning 150 Hell Guards or two cursed Evil Spirits.


    Each Hell Guard was equivalent to a 30-level elite monster, while the Evil Spirits were like elite bosses.


    The stats weren''t impressive, but they were ugly as hell.


    These guards, covered in pus and maggots, brought negative debuffs: bleeding, freezing, slowing, attack debuff, and corpse poison.


    Their main strength? They were so ugly and gross that they could make you sick, even if they couldn''t kill you.


    Crazy Handsome: "The wedding room guards are down. Set the ce on fire,e on, NPCs!"


    Drunken Dream was about to ask Orsix what was taking so long when he suddenly turned his head, eyes wide in shock.


    "What the hell...?" He gasped.


    Dozens of thieves had somehow crept behind him and were preparing to knock him out. But before they could do anything, they suddenly froze at five meters away and were set on fire by ghostly mes.


    On the open space, a blue portal opened, and bizarre creatures rushed in, straight into the banquet hall.


    Drunken Dream''s scalp went numb, seeing the prompt: Orsix''s summon?


    This wasn''t what was supposed to happen.


    Where was the fire mage?

 Chapter 115 �115】: Inevitable Conflict

    The Ice Prison, as an aura-type skill, doesn''t deal high damage¡ªonly around 500 points per second. However, its real strength lies in the summons it creates and the continuous, mindless control it provides. As long as there''s enough mana and the opponentcks powerful anti-control skills, they''ll be frozen continuously.


    Orson''s eyes shed as he adjusted the range of the Ice Prison aura to two kilometers, with a precise mana consumption of around 1000 per second. While this wasn''t the maximum output of the aura, for most yers, just keeping it up for two seconds would drain their manapletely. But Orson had over 50,000 mana, and with the 2% mana regeneration from his [Power Sanctum Shoulder tes], his consumption and regeneration were perfectly bnced.


    Within that two-kilometer radius, Orson was the undisputed master of the domain. Coupled with his five-kilometer range, he was essentially a mobile, chaotic freezing turret.


    "How dare you trespass!" shouted the elite NPC.


    Before the NPC could finish speaking, he was frozen solid. The priest behind him quickly used [Mana Dispersion] to break the ice, allowing the elite NPC to move again and continue advancing through the mist of frost toward Orson.


    Meanwhile, several melee NPCs rushed forward, covering a distance of several hundred meters in a matter of seconds. But Orson remained calm, watching everything through the mini-map.


    [Mana Dispersion] was an effective counter against negative auras, but its duration was short and had a long cooldown of one minute.


    The first NPC knight was frozen again, but strangely, fire began to appear on his frozen body.


    -500


    -4650


    -4600


    ¡­


    The fire-and-ice effect made it impossible for the knight to move freely, and his health rapidly dropped. Orson smiled faintly, casually strolling deeper into the Lord''s mansion.


    Absolute Kid: "Something''s not right. Why is it snowing outside? It''s freezing as hell!"


    I Ride Donkey Looking for Girls: "Where are the guards with the torches? It looks like something''s crawling toward us!"


    Madman frowned as a servant rushed in, whispering to Lord Cain. Cain''s eyes widened in anger, and he left the banquet hall with a few elite guards through the back door. At the same time, Madman and his crew received a mission prompt telling them to hold their position. Sessfully defending it would result in generous rewards.


    "Mission rewards just went up. Did we trigger an Easter egg?" Ride Donkey looked excited.


    Madman, however, wore a dark expression, swearing under his breath. "What the hell? The rewards just got a major boost, this is almost likepleting a legendary dungeon. A simple defense task getting this much of a reward? Something''s off."


    "With Godyer''s brothers leading the charge, this mission''s as good as done," a bold voice boomed. Over a dozen yers from ughter Guild walked up, and at the front was their leader, Demon Emperor.


    "Are we supposed to be the rear guard? You''re giving Demon Emperor a hard time, aren''t you?" Madman grinned and motioned for Old Yin and the others to pull back from their defense positions.


    Absolute Kid: "Who the hell are they trying to fool? We''ve got six of us, we''re good."


    Dynasty Old Yin: "Sorry, bro, can''t move. You wanna take my spot as vice president?"


    Madman was nearly furious. These five newbies in Godyer were well-equipped and highly skilled, but their brains seemed to be missing. The map showed that the number of guards had mysteriously halved, and suddenly the rewards were through the roof. If there wasn''t something fishy going on here, then nothing made sense.


    Madman had been nning to let others test the waters, see if things were off, and then retreat if necessary. After all, the dungeon had a respawn point, meaning even if they died in the dungeon, they''de back immediately. Seemed like a good deal, right? But what if they were facing an opponent capable of crushing them? They''d be trapped at the spawn point, getting beaten up.


    ughter Spree: "I suggest you show some respect, don''t think because you joined Godyer that no one can mess with you."


    Ride Donkey: "Come on, I''ve heard you''re pretty strong, Madman. But I just got my hands on a Fire Knight, same as your A-grade hidden ss."


    Hearing this, the yers from ughter Guild''s eyes gleamed with killing intent. During the territory wars, they had allied with Godyer out of mutual interests, but that didn''t mean they were actual allies. Now that Dragon''s Kiss Guild had fallen, ughter Guild had taken over multiple locations for farming and opportunities, and their numbers had surged to over 3000.@@novelbin@@


    As Godyer''s power grew, a sh with ughter Guild was inevitable.


    "Let''s see what you''re made of, after all, we can respawn," Absolute Kid said, grinning, as he brandished a 25-level Hero''s Staff. He was a rare violent support type, with very low healing output but devastating single-target damage.


    One of ughter Guild''s A-grade Fire Mages stepped forward, and the atmosphere immediately shifted. The rest of Demon Emperor''s crew were also A-grade professionals, and there was even an S-grade Berserker, Demon Emperor himself.


    Ride Donkey and the others stood firm, their weapons ready. They were full of confidence, unwilling to bow to anyone. Even if Orgod, their guild leader, was here, they wouldn''t back down¡ªunless they were convinced through a good beating.


    "The hot-blooded young man," Madman said with a twitching eyebrow. He sighed and messaged Demon Emperor: "They''re getting a bit cocky, Demon Emperor, don''tugh... They''re about to get a lesson."


    They were asking for it. They really were.


    This mission''s reward was based on how many kills yers umted. The hundreds of yers in the banquet hall meant there would be limited opportunities to get kills, and those who could hold the defensive position would collect the most kills. Those whogged behind would have fewer chances.


    Madman wasn''t worried about the battle strength; with the Godyer tag above their heads, no one dared to challenge them.


    Demon Emperor: "Haha, I still have some patience left for these kids."


    But to Madman''s surprise, Demon Emperor simply waved his hand, telling his crew to back off and continue eating.


    "Smack!"


    "Smack!"


    Madman, unable to hold his temper, stood up and pped one of his own in the head. "Last chance¡ªif you don''t want to stay in Godyer, you''re free to leave!"


    Ride Donkey raised his head in defiance, staring at Madman. "You p me? Who the hell do you think you are?"


    Just as Madman was about tosh out, a cold sh of white light erupted across the room.


    Critical Hit -3400!


    True Damage Bleed -1500!


    ¡­


    In the blink of an eye, Ride Donkey''s 20,000 health was shed down to under 2500!


    "Orgod''s dog life is mine!"


    He gasped in disbelief, as a shadow passed by him. A sharp dagger scraped against his armor, leaving a shower of sparks.


    nk, with his eerie mask, paused for a moment, turned slightly, and gave him a cold nce. "Little thief, tell that man to get ready for his dog''s life. I''ming for it."


    "Little thief? Damn... her output just keeps increasing!"


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    A chill ran down Madman''s spine, and his wrist trembled uncontrobly. He wanted to confront this opponent, but he knew he was outmatched in both skills and stats.


    Godyer''s group waspletely rattled by nk''s disy, and the atmosphere turned awkward. Just then, a voice echoed from outside the door.


    "Hello?"


    "Is anyone here?"


    "The weather''s so cold, could Ie in and have a drink to warm up?"


    The door creaked open as a white-robed mage, smiling brightly, stepped into the room.

 Chapter 116 �116】: My Stomach Hurts, Ill Leave First

    Orsix?


    Everyone in the room froze in ce.


    Was this NPC an enemy, or an ally?


    ughter''s Ling Xiao spoke first, his voice calm, "Level 34, not particrly strong but not weak either."


    "If he''s part of a follow-up quest, we should have received a rted notification. It''s likely from the enemy."


    The mage who had almost shed with Absolute Kid analyzed the situation, and the others nodded in agreement.


    The sudden appearance of this NPC was odd; he spoke in a tone that seemed to carry a lot of intelligence and even a touch of arrogance.


    At this point, everyone''s vignce was raised to its peak. Ride Donkey and the others immediately prepared to take action. Madman, however, interrupted, his voice low, "Hold on! His attributes are unreadable!"


    Absolute Kid and the others'' expressions changed dramatically. In Infinite Dimensions, the attribute panel of NPCs and monsters could sometimes be unreadable for two main reasons: a huge power difference between the yer and the NPC, or the NPC being part of a special quest.


    "Triggered a special quest?"


    One of the yers muttered. A level 34 imperial mage didn''t logically have the power to be so overwhelming. They immediately shifted their thoughts to the second possibility.


    Orson, with a faint smile, nced around at the yers. Sitting alone at a table, he poured himself some wine, the sound of liquid filling his ss clearly audible.


    "Am I disturbing your enjoyment? My apologies if I am."


    Over a thousand pairs of eyes were fixed on him, yet Orson remained unperturbed, sipping his wine, lookingpletely at ease.


    nk''s eyes narrowed slightly, an indescribable killing intent shing across her face. She murmured, "This NPC is making me ufortable."


    Demon Emperor, with a grim expression, directed his men to test this NPC. If they didn''t have to fight, all the better, but if a fight was necessary, they wouldn''t hesitate.


    ughter Spree stepped forward, grasping his bronze war spear and approaching, shield ready. "Don''t be nervous, young adventurer. Come, let''s drink a bit to warm up."


    Orson, maintaining his rxed air, smiled like a spring breeze,pletely disarming. "Let''s drink together. Whoever can join me in drinking to the fullest will gain the clue to the hidden quest line."


    A hidden quest line?


    Could this be a hidden level in this dungeon?


    The yers felt a rush of excitement, and those sitting further back immediately surged forward, but ughter''s yers stopped them with cold res.


    "I''ll do it!"


    ughter Spree''s lips curled into a grin as he walked towards the seat across from Orson. But just as he was about to sit down, a holy light shot through his body¡ª2300 damage!


    "Is that the damage from a priest?"


    "Can it crit? Wouldn''t a crit from that take out a squishy character?"


    "A-ss hidden job, a Pdin Priest! High output and high health, but low healing output!"


    The crowd was shocked, and even ughter Spree''s face turned pale. He was a level 20 hero-ss Frenzied Knight with high resistances, yet a priest had just hurt him.


    "Do you want to die, Madman? We''ve given you enough face!" ughter Spree roared.


    "Hand slipped, I swear it was a hand slip!" Madman frantically signaled Absolute Kid, as though trying to tell him to back off.


    "Ah... it was a hand slip, my bad, bro." Absolute Kid grinned, while Ride Donkey added, "I''m a bit tipsy, so if I chop someone by mistake, don''t me me!"


    "Should I send them out?" nk asked tly.


    Demon Emperor shook his head. "Let''s focus on the quest first. We''re all in the same faction; fighting amongst ourselves will only give the enemies a chance."


    Madman couldn''t help but be surprised by the old man''s cautious demeanor. With ten outposts under his control, Demon Emperor clearly wasn''t someone you could judge by conventional standards. If it were any other guild leader, they would''ve drawn their des by now. But this guy? He was just too steady.


    nk furrowed his brows and urged, "What are you waiting for? Drink and get the quest!"


    "''Drink''?"


    "Wait, is he... offline?"


    ughter''s members froze. They watched in confusion as a yer named ³Á¸¡ (Chenfu) suddenly seemed to freeze in ce, holding a jug of wine, his body glowing eerily red.@@novelbin@@


    -500


    -500


    -4300!


    ...


    "Priest!" Demon Emperor''s face paled. The priests rushed forward to heal, but the next moment, two more priests also entered the "offline state," their health plummeting. Three souls flew out of the banquet hall. The yers were bewildered¡ªwhat just happened?


    Orsix sighed deeply, shaking his head. "Sigh, could someone join me for a drink? It''s so lonely¡­"


    Ride Donkey growled, "What the hell is going on? Madman, you''re the strategist here, exin!"


    "I''m analyzing your a*!" Madman wiped the cold sweat off his forehead, muttering under his breath. "I know that tone, that style... I know it too well¡­"


    "My bad, bros!" Madman suddenly grinned. "My stomach hurts, I have to go offline first."


    And with that, he was gone.


    The others stood in stunned silence, confused and at a loss.


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    Suddenly, nk moved like a shadow, two serpentine daggers slicing through the air, targeting Orson''s blind spot.


    "My domain¡ªexpand!" Orson spoke incantations, and runes appeared around him. Suddenly, ice-blue light exploded outward, freezing nk in her tracks.


    But nk was no ordinary thief. Before she could be fully frozen, she quickly chugged an ice-resistant potion, restoring herself.


    "Berserk Fury!"


    Demon Emperor hummed coldly, ck energy swirling around him. A ck battle god manifestation appeared behind him, breaking free from the freeze.


    Absolute Kid shouted, "We''re done for. This NPC is toxic¡ªif we get too close, we''ll be frozen instantly!"


    "Drink? I''ll drink your sister!" Ride Donkey shouted.


    "Madman''s a traitor! He must have realized something was wrong and bailed out fast!"


    With nk and Demon Emperor now fully alert, they knew they had to fight back. But as they prepared, Orson merely smiled, the next wave of his power approaching with the chilling scream of spirits.

 Chapter 117 117: Too Much of a Godslayer Mentality!

    Since the stronghold battle, someone had been relentlessly bombing three major battlefields, causing Infinite Dimensions yers to develop a good habit:


    No matter if it''s useful or not, always carry a bunch of magic resistance potions.


    This had driven countless mage yers crazy. Every opponent was incredibly tough to fight, making it a daily torment.


    Resistance auras red up on yers as priests immediately started healing and reviving those who had fallen.


    "Only 50,000 health for an elite boss? Charge! Kill it!" shouted one yer.


    "Do I even need to say it? Ugly bastard, move out of my way!" Ride Donkey rushed in first, a giant sword swinging fiercely.


    The Cursed Evil Spirit let out a chilling shriek and extended its bone ws toward him.


    Ride Donkey grinned, quickly activating his taunt skill to take the damage, and his teammates, including Old Yin, fell into position, preparing to focus fire.


    However, to everyone''s surprise, Ride Donkey''s expression changed. His sword shed through the air, splitting a nearby table in half.


    Then the Cursed Evil Spirit passed right through his body.


    He turned stiffly to look behind him, and the evil spirit''s bone ws were holding onto a white humanoid spiritual figure.


    "I¡­ I can''t move!" Ride Donkey''s back chilled as he was affected by the Soul Lock effect, bing immobilized for three seconds.


    The evil spirit let out a sinisterugh, tightening its grip, and the spirit in its ws screamed in agony.


    Soul Strike -4000


    Critical Hit -8000!


    ...


    "Such an idiot," nk sneered, retreating to a corner to watch the chaos unfold.


    "Holy crap¡­ what kind of ridiculous attack is this? Physical immunity?" Ride Donkey''s senses went numb, his health dropping rapidly.


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    "Not that, bro. Why is the healing effect halved on top of everything?"


    Absolute Kid quickly cast a healing spell on him, but as a violence-focused healer, healing wasn''t his forte.


    Combined with the Cursed Evil Spirit''s self-applied healing debuff, his healing was barely enough to make a dent. He could only watch as Ride Donkey''s health was wiped out.


    mlss!


    mlss!


    ...


    At the same time, more than ten melee yers, seeing that the elite boss only had 50,000 health, became greedy and rushed in to grab the loot.


    However, another Cursed Evil Spirit transformed into ck mist and passed through the yers'' bodies, quickly collecting a bunch of souls.


    It squeezed each one to death in a cruel disy.


    Ride Donkey shouted: "It''s a trap! You guys head to the revival point and wait for me¡­ damn it, why hasn''t anyone tried to resurrect me yet?"


    Before he could finish, the Godyer Guild yers demonstrated their usual "when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter" mentality, and long before he could say anything, they had already vanished without a trace.


    Absolute Kid: "It''s okay, bro, I''ll grab your loot for you. We''ll hold out at the revival point and fight this boss to the end!"


    ChewChew Bro: "Keep the green hills, and you won''t run out of firewood. Let''s go, guys!"


    ...


    A group of them charged through the main gates toward the revival point, determined to die as many times as possible while leaving the tank in front to absorb all the damage.


    "Good, you prefer to conserve strength, huh? Under my leadership, let''s all exceed our limits!"


    Orson sat in the lord''s throne with a fatherly smile, controlling a Cursed Evil Spirit to follow the group.


    "Eh? You guys are running so fast, cover me as a backline damage dealer!"


    ChewChew Bro, the Godyer archer, cursed, forced to turn back and shoot an enchanted arrow that struck the Cursed Evil Spirit.


    Critical Hit -1800!


    "Damage taken. Now I know how to fight this boss¡­"


    ChewChew Bro turned to shout at his teammates to engage the boss, but as he turned, he noticed the priest in his team was running faster than him.


    "F*ck¡­"


    ChewChew Bro closed his eyes,pletely defeated, and was instantly killed by the Cursed Evil Spirit.


    Heartbroken Loli: "Big brothers, save your soft sister warrior!"


    The newly joined sister warrior Heartbroken Loli fell into despair, experiencing the true care of her older brothers.


    Originally, the four were running together, but the moment the evil spirit appeared, the rest of Old Yin and his teammates quickly split up, running in all directions, and they immediately sold out Heartbroken Loli.


    "Ah¡­ f*cking hell!" Heartbroken Loli cursed.


    The older brothers swallowed hard in unison, secretly cursing, "Even if the guild leader himself came, he couldn''t stop us from running!"


    "I knew it, why does this damn thing only target us?!"


    "Yeah? I haven''t even touched it, so why''s iting after us?"


    "Could it be that we three are too good-looking? Even the dead can''t stand to look at us?"


    Approaching the revival point, Absolute Kid and the others realized something was wrong. They all felt that the problem had to be with the others, or else how could the aggro have shifted to them?


    The suspicion over aggro quickly led to the inevitable me-shifting.


    Old Yin acted first: "Absolute Kid, I told you not to cast Holy Light on random yers, and now look, all the aggro is on us."


    Absolute Kid: "Shut your mouth, you big idiot. You''re a 18-year-old headstrong mage, trying to y the role of some old wizard? Who''s the real problem here?"


    Old Yin: "Do you know Gandalf, mage? This is called a ssic character creation, perfect immersion!"


    The two argued non-stop, while another archer was more direct, shooting two arrows at the feet of the two fastest runners, forcing them to stop.


    Burnt Chicken Wings: "Sorry, I''ve got too much money on me. If I die, all the gold will drop."


    "I''ll be damned!"


    "Despicable!"


    The two yers cursed loudly, and as their speed slowed, the Cursed Evil Spirit lunged at them, killing them instantly.


    Burnt Chicken Wings: "Ride Donkey, it''s your turn now! You tank while I deal damage. This boss takes magic damage, so I''ll use enchanted arrows¡­"


    At the revival point, Ride Donkey sessfully respawned. He shook his armored body, and his battle armor glowed red.@@novelbin@@


    me Armor!


    This skill had a magical burning effect and was particrly effective against undead creatures. It was one of the signature moves of the Earth Fire Knight.


    Burnt Chicken Wings thought he was being clever, waiting for Ride Donkey to arrive so he could mindlessly deal damage and finish off the boss.


    Then the loot would be his. After all, as a high-dexterity archer with over 300 agility, no one could beat him to the loot.


    However, his n was ruined by someone even more enraged.


    "Get lost, I don''t need your reminder. I''m soloing this!"


    Ride Donkey charged forward, shing two brutal blows at Burnt Chicken Wings, forcing him to retreat.


    Ride Donkey sneered, "Whoever gets in the way, just go revive."


    Burnt Chicken Wings was stunned. "Are these people really from the same guild as me?"


    "Sell me out again! This is karma!" Absolute Kidughed maliciously, while Ride Donkey charged at the boss. With the me Armor protecting him, he held up much better than before.


    -400


    -500


    ...


    Even though his great sword couldn''t deal damage to the Cursed Evil Spirit, Ride Donkey relied on his skillful positioning, staying close to the boss and using the me Armor aura to burn it. Gradually, they gained the upper hand.


    But while me Armor was powerful, it had a shield value limit, and against the Cursed Evil Spirit''s insane 4000 attack, the armor cracked quickly.


    "I''ll allow one person to attack. Healer, get in there!" Ride Donkey said shamelessly.


    Unfortunately, he overestimated his influence. As soon as the words were out, the others ignored him and beganunching their enchanted attacks at the boss.


    No team coordination, no spirit of teamwork¡ªjust everyone relying on their own gear and skills to hit the Cursed Evil Spirit.


    A magic eye appeared overhead, and someone took over the Cursed Evil Spirit''s control.


    A dark six-pointed star lit up, and Absolute Kid''s expression changed: "Get back, he''s about to reduce healing! Potions won''t stop it!"


    Despite the chaos, the team quickly spread out, creating distance.


    Just as the six-pointed star began to glow, it suddenly vanished, and the team froze. "Did he cancel the casting?"


    The Cursed Evil Spirit let out a mournful cry and vanished in front of Ride Donkey, who thought he had drawn aggro, instead prioritizing the nearly-dead archer, Burnt Chicken Wings.

 Chapter 118 118: Ill Take This Humanoid Guardian Beast

    In the next instant, under Orson''s control, the Cursed Evil Spirit rapidly charged toward Old Yin.


    He was the only mage in the group, and the Cursed Evil Spirit, which was immune to physical attacks, posed the greatest threat to him.


    Old Yin''s expression darkened as he raised his hand, using his Earth Mage ss''s B-level skill Gravitational Implosion.


    This skill slowed the target and applied a crushing gravity effect, which had considerable power, but it was expensive in terms of mana.


    To everyone''s shock, the Cursed Evil Spirit switched targets again and attacked Absolute Kid, who had be disconnected from his teammates.


    Old Yin stared in disbelief: "I give up!! This damn thief! Who ever heard of a boss intentionally using deceptive skills? I''m out of mana!"


    Six people, three A-tier sses, and all of them proud of being top yers in Infinite Dimensions, but now, they were being toyed with by an elite boss.


    "I''m trash," Ride Donkey muttered as he copsed again, his face filled with frustration.


    Since that soul-crushing solo tournament, he had felt this same sense of despair return.


    Absolute Kid: "This boss is sick, and I mean seriously sick."


    Old Yin: "I can see it now. Look at the resurrection point¡ªother yers have already run off, but it''s still waiting for us outside."


    The five yers were nearly in tears. The Cursed Evil Spirit, as if unable to see any other yers, locked onto just them to kill.


    Heartbroken Loli, with a troubled face, said, "I think this is the curse of Vice Guild Leader Madman, his resentment is haunting us."


    "Agreed!"


    "Totally agreed! That creepy dog, the traitor, looks just like the skeleton-headed evil spirit!"


    Everyone paused for a moment, then burst outughing, and the idea was unanimously epted.


    Ride Donkey, who had remained silent until now, sighed: "I propose that we just focus on fighting."


    Absolute Kid: "Damn it, let''s treat this bastard boss like we''re fighting the guild leader or vice guild leader, let''s punch the hell out of it!"


    As soon as those words were spoken, everyone suddenly felt re-energized, and they stopped fighting on their own.


    "You dare attack me? Do you know which great family wee from?"


    In the banquet hall, a member of the Xien Family NPC stepped forward, ring fiercely at Orson.


    Silva Xien: Level 35


    tinum Family Warrior


    HP: 3,000,000


    Attack: 1800


    Skills: Light Hammer, Shield Counter, Body m


    "We are the Xien Family''s guardians, one of the five tinum families. Attacking us means you''ve already walked the path to your death."


    A beautiful woman with purple hair said proudly.


    Je Xien: Level 35


    tinum Family Magic Warrior


    HP: 2,000,000


    Attack: 2000


    Skills: Wind Magic Warrior


    "I know."


    Orson nodded with a smile, his gaze drifting over the chaotic banquet hall.


    The Cursed Evil Spirit was immune to physical attacks, and it could almost one-shot ordinary yers. The ughter Guild''s members had already been wiped out by half, but it wasn''t enough to deal with nk, Demon Emperor, and the others.


    nk baited the Cursed Evil Spirit into attacking, using his exceptional movement to constantly dodge, while creating openings for his teammates to deal damage.


    Meanwhile, Demon Emperor wielded a legendary Frenzied de, and his dark golden battle aura surged, making him incredibly powerful.


    This was a specialbat technique of high-tier warriors, not ssified as magic, but still able to deal significant damage to the Cursed Evil Spirit.


    It was only a matter of time before the Cursed Evil Spirit''s health was depleted.


    "You still dare act up!? Get down from the lord''s seat!" Je scolded angrily.


    "The marriage between Lord Cain and the Great Demon¡­ ahem, Hazel, I do not approve of it," Orson coughed, nearly revealing a forbidden name.


    "You don''t approve? Who the hell are you!?"


    "The Xien Family and the Imperial Family should unite, this is the fate of the Light Dragon Empire!"


    "That''s right, the Imperial Family heir should be the rightful leader of the Light Dragon Empire and lead us to glory! How dare you speak against it!"


    The two Xien Family powerhouses were furious, and other invited NPCs also began tosh out.


    "Stop your rambling. From what I know, not only do I not approve, but her parents also disapprove of this marriage," Orson said with a raised brow and a cold snort.


    The NPCs in the room tightened their expressions, and the Xien Family envoy, Silva, cursed angrily:


    "You ignorant brat! Even if you''re an Imperial Mage, I will crush you today!"


    "You''ve angered the Xien Family envoy."


    "Lord Cain has retreated."


    Dingdong¡ª


    "You have gained a new clue for the Wedding Banquet quest."


    Orson''s eyes narrowed as he learned that, not long ago, at the wedding banquet, Hazel''s parents had angrily left, attempting to seek the Imperial Judge''s help, but were ambushed and hunted by the lord''s men halfway there.


    Moreover, given Hazel''s strength, it wouldn''t have been difficult for her to leave.


    The Mage Guild''s Magister Terry had pushed this matter forward, even sealing Hazel''s magic, and personally escorted her to the lord''s residence.


    "...What''s the point of sending her to such a bastard?"


    "Why didn''t you send her to me if you were going to send her away?!"


    Orson immediately became angry, thinking of Hazel''s pure yet naive personality, and that wild passion she had¡ªit was impossible for any man to resist!


    "Mission 1: Escape the lord''s residence while being chased by NPCs/hostile yers in the fastest time."


    "Mission Countdown: 10 minutes."


    "Mission 2: Go to the coordinates 220.18 near Pondenorlin City to rescue Hazel''s parents, who are trapped."


    "Mission Failure Condition: If either of Hazel''s parents dies."


    "Mission Penalty: You will be hunted by the Xien Family forever."


    Mission prompts continued to sound, and Orson shook his head lightly. He didn''t care who chased him¡ªhe was more focused on what benefits he could reap from this situation. NPCs had tons of treasures.


    "You ignorant fools, the tinum family should not be insulted!"


    "Don''t run if you''ve got the guts!"


    At this moment, Silva, the warrior leader, stepped forward, wielding a pair of dark steel warhammers, charging at Orson.


    "Unbelievable, I''m just sitting here. Where am I going to run?"


    Orson frowned slightly. Facing a heavy-armored warrior NPC like this, he could easily dodge and outmaneuver them, but he knew the greatest threat wasn''t from Silva.


    It was the wind magic warrior.@@novelbin@@


    Boom!


    A solitary figure swiftly arrived. He was handsome and graceful, embodying both strength and beauty perfectly.


    Wielding a dragon spear, he deflected Silva''s warhammer with one hand, then swung his shield with the other, sending Silva flying.


    "Want to strike him? You''ll have to get through me first!"


    Drunken Dream''s battle armor glowed as he said this, his sharp brow furrowed. His heroic pose stunned even Orson.


    "Good backup, strong and dependable! I, as a fragile mage, really need a guardian beast like you!"


    Orson thought to himself. If Drunken Dream knew what he was thinking, he would probably rush forward and strangle him right then and there.


    Silva growled in anger, and his warhammer shone with a brilliant light as he used his special skill Light Hammer.


    This skill could blind the opponent for a short time, and subsequent attacks would carry effects like armor breaking and reducing healing received.


    "This guy''s pretty good. Looks like I didn''t get to show my full strength when I killed him earlier." Orson paused.


    Drunken Dream reacted quickly, turning his head to avoid the blinding effect of the warhammer, and with an instinctual dodge, he braced his body to endure Silva''s heavy strike. His body trembled as he shouted, "Unbreakable Body!"


    Damage Reduction -500!


    Damage Reduction -400!


    ...


    The shockwave sent Silva staggering back, and Drunken Dream gained a buff that removed Silva''s armor.


    His A-level skill Unbreakable Body reduced damage by 80% for two seconds and also greatly lowered the opponent''s defense.


    Drunken Dream raised his shield to block the wind magic warrior''s attack and said to Orson: "Hazel has been rescued. We''re leaving!"


    "Leaving? Why leave?" Orson was stunned.


    "Not leaving¡­ You want to die? I can''t hold out much longer!"


    Drunken Dream said, clearly confused. He had received a quest prompt, needing to escape the pursuit and rescue Hazel''s parents.


    "By the way, killing them will give you top-tier equipment and skill books. As an adventurer, aren''t you tempted?" Orson raised his eyebrow and asked.

 Chapter 119 119: My Mount, How Will You Handle This?

    Old Yin: "My robe fell off, can someone help me pick it up?"


    Ride Donkey: "I can''t pick it up, Loli, help him out and throw it to him, quick! The boss has less than 8,000 HP left!"


    Loli: "Ah, my brothers, my leg guards and chest armor fell off! If I go for it, I''m just sending myself to death!"


    The other yers quickly looked back at Heartbroken Loli.


    Heartbroken Loli was holding her chest with both hands, her fair skin glowing, her figure stunning. Even that huge chest... no one could avoid noticing.


    Everyone stared at her, their gazes predatory: "It fell? Good!"


    Loli turned to the just-resurrected Absolute Kid: "Healer, it''s up to you now, you''re the safest one."


    Absolute Kid looked troubled and cried out: "My weapon broke, how can I go pick it up?"


    The others were speechless. Burnt Chicken Wings, who had earlier sold them out, sighed and helplessly stepped in: "I beg you guys, stop messing around. I''ll risk my life to pick up the items, just hurry up and kill the boss!"


    Burnt Chicken Wings activated his movement skills, increasing his speed, and started grabbing equipment around the boss, tossing it to the others.


    However, just as he did, the Cursed Beast attacked and killed him in an instant. But it gave the others valuable time to deal damage.


    7,000 HP!


    5,000!


    2,000!


    ...


    "Oh my god! It wasn''t easy, but we finally killed it!" Ride Donkey shouted, releasing a triumphant roar. After countless deaths at the hands of the cursed beast, it was finally taken down.


    "Come out! Magic-resistant God gear!"


    "At the very least, we should get a legendary weapon drop, an A-grade skill book wouldn''t be too much to ask for!"


    Everyone cheered, their spirits high.


    Such a powerful elite boss should have dropped loot worth several million at the very least.


    The Cursed Beast''s body expanded, then, with a soft "pop," a cloud of ck mist dissipated into the wind.


    The yers waited expectantly for several seconds, but not even a gold glow appeared. Not even blue light.


    "Where''s my epic equipment? What the hell? No experience either!"


    "...I give up, damn game, ruining my youth!"


    "I''m Gandalf, and I''m not happy about this!"


    The group was furious, and Ride Donkey muttered to himself: "Definitely the curse from the Vice Guild Leader. Damn it, haha..."


    "Your summon, Cursed Beast, has been killed."


    "Your summon..."


    At the same time, Demon Emperor and nk had taken down another Cursed Beast.


    Demon Emperor: "Something''s off. This boss looks like it''s a yer''s summon."


    ughter Ling Xiao: "Yeah, I''ve fought summoner-type bosses before. Even if the loot is repetitive, at least there should be silver coins and experience."


    Everyone was surprised. How could a powerful elite boss drop nothing?


    "If this is a summoner yer''s creation, then who exactly are they fighting?" nk said coldly.


    "Orsix!"


    The yers turned to see Orsix, sitting calmly in the Lord''s seat, still protected by Drunken Dream nearby.


    Drunken Dream, surrounded by two NPCs, was managing to hold his ground with expert maneuvers and exclusive Dragon Knight techniques. However, anyone with a sharp eye could see that, despite his best efforts, facing two Lord-ss enemies, it was only a matter of time before he was defeated and killed.


    "This guy is wearing the Empire''s Fire Mage robe, but also uses frost magic, and he can summon a powerful boss?"


    "Does Infinite Dimensions have characters like this?"


    "That freeze skill that killed Shenshou and others earlier... that was at least A-level, if not S-level."


    Everyone spected about Orsix''s true identity.


    nk furrowed his brows, his gaze locked on Orsix''s smiling face. The expression seemed to ovep with someone from his past.


    It was that bastard!


    nk''s eyes sharpened, her killing intent radiating from her. She grit her teeth and entered stealth mode, ready tounch a lethal strike.


    "Very well. You''ve killed my ghost with just this few deaths." Orsix smiled faintly, suddenly looking at Demon Emperor and the others.


    "Who are you?" Demon Emperor asked, his brows furrowed in confusion.


    "An unnamed individual," Orsix said calmly, extending a hand. A crack in space slowly opened.


    If this person was an NPC disguised as a yer, then he couldn''t possibly be an "unnamed individual."


    Earlier, he had instantly killed Shenshou and others with a magical attack and summoned a boss with strange mechanics¡ªhis power was almost on the level of a monster yer.


    ughter Guild''s yers felt a chill down their spines. Just one Orgod had already made them wary. Competing with Godyer Guild for resources in Dragon''s Kiss was risky enough, but they now had to consider whether angering Orgod could lead to retaliation.


    Demon Emperor repeatedly told his members that it was not the time for a direct confrontation with Godyer, but as the guild''s power grew rapidly, he knew it was only a matter of time before something exploded.


    Now, with the addition of a terrifying "summoner" pretending to be an NPC, his headache only worsened.


    "Summon Beast Space!"


    ughter Ling Xiao eximed. Recently, many anonymous yers had awakened summoning professions, with one of them reaching S-rank!


    He suspected this person was that S-rank summoner!


    "You will face my mount," Orsix said with a smile. "How will you deal with it, my friend?"


    At these words, Demon Emperor and the others looked grim. Except for the few S-rank yers present, the others were top-tier yers. Yet, they were only being told to deal with the opponent''s mount?


    While they felt slighted, they didn''t dare underestimate the situation and stared warily at the crack in space.


    "Whoever dares harm my servant will feel my wrath!"@@novelbin@@


    A childish, arrogant voice rang out, and both the yers and NPCs froze in ce as a single egg hopped out of the crack.


    "I, the Supreme Dragon Empress,mand you insects to kneel before me..."


    Berenice yelled, but tripped, almost causing the egg to break and ruin the moment.


    She shakily got back up and steadied the egg: "Kneel! All of you, kneel before me!"


    This... was this a dragon egg?


    Orsix covered his face in despair, realizing why the idiot hadn''t caused trouble earlier¡ªit had been hiding inside the Battle Space.


    "The HP increased by six points? And it''s growingrger?"


    Orsix snapped back to his senses, noticing some oddities. The egg was bing more translucent, with the magical runes on the shell bing clearer. Four different colored symbols swam across it like tadpoles.


    Orsix checked the egg''s properties.


    [Dragon Maiden¡¤Berenice]


    [Dragon Egg Form]


    [HP: 7/7]


    [Skill: ?]


    [Hatching Progress: 6/50]


    Orsix''s eyes lit up. This little thing had a hatching progress bar.


    It seemed tied to leveling up, meaning it needed to gain 44 more levels before it could hatch.


    What would emerge from this egg with four bloodlines?


    "My apologies, I summoned the wrong one."


    "This doesn''t count."


    Orsix turned red in the face and quickly stuffed Berenice back into his pants pocket.


    The yers were left utterly confused. Was this how a summoner operated?


    Crazy Handsome: "What the hell are you guys doing? Hazel is about to leave the city. I''ll bring people to save you!"


    At the same time, Crazy Handsome and the others split into two groups, kicking open the wedding hall doors just in time to see Orsix putting Berenice into his pocket.


    Crazy Handsome was stunned and immediately shouted: "Holy crap! If I''m not mistaken, that''s a rare dragon egg!"


    As soon as he said that, everyone''s eyes turned to Orsix. Even the opposing yers suddenly didn''t seem important anymore.


    "A dragon egg¡­ Oh my god, someone actually has such a powerful treasure. Let''s kill him and take it!"


    "As long as he''s a yer in disguise, even if we kill him and the egg doesn''t drop, he''ll respawn in the dungeon. We can kill him again until the dragon egg drops!"


    Their eyes turned bloodshot, and Crazy Handsome and his group immediately set their sights on the foolish mage.


    "Kill him! Take the dragon egg!"


    Demon Emperor''s face darkened. The temptation was undeniable, even for someone as calcting as him. He couldn''t suppress his greed.


    With a dragon egg in hand, he would have a giant dragon beast!


    "Alright, Infinite Dimensions world, killing and looting treasures is only natural."


    Orsix sighed, once again opening the Battle Space with a lightugh: "Want the dragon egg? Prepare for your levels to drop to zero!"


    "Number one,e out and eat."


    Orsix''s expression darkened, and the Battle Space suddenly expanded numerous times, causing the ceiling of the banquet hall to explode.


    A monstrous beast''s blood-red eyes opened.


    An icy chill began to spread throughout the hearts of everyone present.


    A roar echoed through the lord''s hall. This was destined to be a massacre!

 Chapter 120 120: Gods Fighting

    "Dragon... no, it''s a giant fire lizard!"


    The Crimson Lizard King spread its wings, each wing spanning over a hundred meters, and the already cramped wedding hall seemed even smaller.


    The intense, oppressive aura from the creature forced all yers and NPC soldiers to retreat in panic.


    The Crimson Lizard King folded its spiny wings, its beastly eyes filled with contempt. It lowered its long neck slightly and shot out a stream of destructive me.


    Boom!


    The fiery breath, mixed with moltenva, swept across everything.


    -4000!


    Crit -8000!


    Crit -8000!


    ...


    The four melee yers'' faces turned pale with terror. In an instant, their armor melted, and their health bars plummeted!


    This was a death blow!@@novelbin@@


    And also despair.


    Demon Emperor''s face turned grim as he checked the beast''s attributes.


    [Dragon Enemy: Death Devourer]


    Level 40


    Lord-ss Beast


    HP: 10,000,000


    Attack: 4000


    Crit Rate: 80%


    Skills: Destructive Breath, Body Enhancement, Devour Growth


    "What the hell, this is a million HP Lord boss? Are you kidding me?"


    "Over 8000 damage per hit... one breath from this beast will kill us all!"


    The yers who had just been excited about killing and looting froze in fear.


    Crazy Handsome, who had just switched sides, swallowed nervously. "That idiot mage''s summon... no, this is a God-level mage summon! This is an Infinite Dimensions god!"


    Jattle: "Crazy Handsome, you''ve changed. You''ve changed so quickly, it''s leaving us all bewildered."


    Crazy Handsome: "Who dares steal the dragon egg? They''ll have to walk over my corpse first!"


    Other yers who had turned traitor were left speechless, caught in Crazy Handsome''s chaotic switch.


    The situation shifted again. yers with Orson and Drunken Dream now turned their focus back on Demon Emperor and his crew.


    "That''s some serious opportunism... I''ll give you that," Orson muttered, standing atop the lizard''s head and rolling his eyes.


    Hemanded the Crimson Lizard King to unleash its Destructive Breath, forcing Drunken Dream, who was about to be overwhelmed, to retreat.


    Looking down, Orson sneered at the two powerful members of the Xian family.


    He was elevated, and the pressure on his enemies was palpable.


    Meanwhile, Berenice was even higher, riding her egg, and shouting orders:


    "The youngdy and her battle beast have arrived! All of you, kneel and bow down!"


    "Capture the leader first¡ªsummoners are strong, but their base form is still just a fragile, soft target!"


    "Right!" Several elite yers from major guilds analyzed the situation.


    They quickly concluded that while Orson was indeed powerful, if his summoner self died, his summoned beast would disappear too, with a lengthy cooldown before another could be summoned.


    With this knowledge, four high-HP knights rushed forward, shields raised.


    These yers were no slouches; they set up a defense, with ranged DPS firing skills to interrupt the Crimson Lizard King''s breath.


    Dragon-like breath skills had a brief charge time. If they could sessfully interrupt or break it, it would cause the beast to suffer significant bacsh damage.


    However, the Crimson Lizard King had fought dragons before. Itsbat abilities were beyond that of a typical boss.


    It feigned opening its mouth to unleash breath, then abruptly stopped the skill as iing arrows and magic balls neared. With a wide p of its wings, it blocked the attacks.


    The next moment, it swiped a massive w down, grabbed one of the knights, and stuffed him straight into its mouth.


    Crunch, crunch, crunch¡­


    -4000


    Crit -8000


    ...


    The bones cracked, and blood sttered everywhere.


    "Mount Number One is using skill: Devour Growth."


    ...


    The Crimson Lizard King fought as if it had inherited some unknown legacy, its Destructive Breath evolving into an even more deadly technique. A quick burst of breath exploded mid-air, burning and scalding hundreds of yers.


    The iron-d formation they had set up was broken apart.


    The Crimson Lizard King jumped to the ground, its massive feet mming down. Every step crushed a yer like a bug, grabbing them and stuffing them into its gaping mouth.


    "Ugh... I want to go home. This is a horror game!"


    "They promised us a clean, quick death, not this!"


    "yers who get eaten by it... their bodies don''t disappear, it just devours them directly!"


    yers'' heads were buzzing with fear. They knew that death was only temporary, but the gruesome way this fire lizard killed was deeply unsettling.


    Orson, however, remained calm, muttering to himself, "Well, if we''re going to die, we might as well get used to it."


    He had witnessed much more brutal scenes before¡ªthe devouring of entire cities, rivers of blood.


    "Such a powerful mount," Drunken Dream marveled, drinking health potions as he stared up at the Crimson Lizard King.


    This was the type of mount he''d dreamed of¡ªa god-level mount!


    But the Crimson Lizard King noticed his gaze, and it suddenly twisted its head, locking onto Drunken Dream. Its bloodshot eyes were full of violent rage.


    Drunken Dream''s face paled, and he dared not make eye contact.


    "Feeling nervous, young adventurer?" Orson chuckled lightly.


    The Crimson Lizard King, a dragon''s natural enemy, instinctively rejected the unique aura emanating from the Dragon Riders.


    "Kill them all, you foolish pests! Hurry up, I still need my beauty sleep!" Berenice shouted, bouncing up and down.


    "Roar!"


    The Crimson Lizard King roared in fury, its rancid breath almost making Orson gag.


    Even though Berenice was one of his subordinates, the Crimson Lizard King still treated her with hostility¡ªher dragon-like scent was too strong.


    Suddenly, a cold sh cut through the air, and nk attacked again, this time targeting Drunken Dream.


    Drunken Dream, just recovering a bit of health, furrowed his brow.


    Block!


    ng!


    Block again!


    ...


    Orson''s eyes widened in surprise. Drunken Dream''s moves exceeded his expectations.


    The Dragon Spear didn''t just swing¡ªit left afterimages in its wake.


    In the blink of an eye, Drunken Dream had sessfully blocked seven times in a row!


    Hisbat instincts were terrifying!


    No wonder nk, a master of ancient martial arts, struggled even without skills¡ªDrunken Dream was truly formidable.


    "Get lost!"


    Drunken Dream snorted, exhaling like a storm. His spearpoint struck the ground, sending a powerful shockwave that forced nk back.


    nk disappeared again.


    Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!


    nk reappeared, delivering another series of lightning-fast strikes.


    Drunken Dream, slowly being pushed back, finally took a hit from nk''s sword, deep in his shoulder.


    Crit + Bleed effect, and Drunken Dream''s health dropped below 500!


    nk: "Demon Emperor, I''ll take care of the dragon rider! You hold off the summon! We can win!"


    "Win?"


    Orson sneered, his voice dripping with mockery.


    Demon Emperor''s face turned cold as ck light surged around him, his body shifting into the form of a Berserker.


    His health had dropped to just 10%, but his attributes were massively boosted!


    -8000


    Crit -16000


    ...


    Berserker''s Exclusive Skill: Life Drain


    Demon Emperor''s health suddenly surged back, rising to an incredible 30,000!


    The Crimson Lizard King, injured from several shes, let out a roar and retaliated with another Destructive Breath.


    Demon Emperor, his face cold and grim, swung his battle de to block.


    The legendary sword was immediately scorched, turning red from the heat of the breath.


    Ding!


    With a swift motion, Demon Emperor deflected the breath, sending a burst of sparks flying as it ricocheted off.


    Boom!


    Five ranged DPS yers were caught in the st and burned to death.


    "Wow! Demon Emperor is insane¡ªhe blocked a fire lizard''s dragon breath with a sword!"


    "Money Traveler is nothingpared to him¡ªwithout Orgod, he''s nothing! Demon Emperor is truly invincible!"


    The yers stared in awe. Such a move was beyond their capabilities. Just holding a sword against such an attack seemed impossible.


    Meanwhile, nk, looking for an opening, reappeared at Drunken Dream''s blind spot.


    He was about to strike when two Xian family experts moved in.


    "Wind God''s Elegy!"


    A massive windstorm formed above them, lightning shing and thunder rumbling.


    "Light Hammer!"


    The Xian family''s warrior and mage worked in perfect synchronization to unleash a powerful blinding skill.


    Crazy Handsome: "Damn it! My eyes! I''m leaving you behind, Lord God Mage!"


    Amid the chaos, nk''s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, the feeling of vengeance finally within his grasp.


    As he passed Orson, he whispered in his ear, "You''re dead

 Chapter 121 121: Do You Like Drinking Medicine? Keep Drinking It!

    "As an assassin, never jump to conclusions before your target is dead."


    Orson spoke calmly, his eyes gazing upwards at the storm that had begun to gather in the sky. It was obvious to the naked eye that this next move would be a death sentence if taken head-on. However, NPCs were different from yers¡ªthe more powerful their area-of-effect magic, the longer their casting time. During this wind-up period, if the spellcasting was interrupted, the spell could backfire, causing damage to the caster.


    Immediately, Orsonmanded the Crimson Lizard King to retreat.


    "At all costs, stop that summoned beast!" Demon Emperor barked, seeing through Orson''s n to use his summon as a shield.


    ughter Spree, who had just resurrected, spoke in a deep voice: "All the Earth Riders, listen to mymand! Form a shield wall and push the summoned beast away!"


    More than twenty Earth Riders rushed forward, raising their shields in unison to encircle the Crimson Lizard King, forming an imprable wall of defense.


    The battle aura around them lit up, their movements synchronized. The shield wall held firm against the force of Crimson Lizard King''s tail swipe, and with a grunt, the Earth Riders pushed back with all their might.


    "Whoa!" "Whoa! Whoa!"


    Everyone exerted themselves to the maximum, and waves of magical runes rippled across the shields. Despite the enormous size of the Crimson Lizard King, it was slowly being pushed away from Orson and his team.


    "Impressivemand ability," Orson murmured to himself. [Shield Wall Counterattack] was just a D-grade skill for the Earth Riders, which normally wouldn''t have enough power to move such arge boss. But with more than twenty Earth Riders working together, even a boss like this was being pushed back.


    Crazy Handsome: "Damn it, let me through!" Nameless Void: "We''re screwed! The NPC guards are charging in from the outside, we''re being surrounded!"


    Crazy Handsome and his team attempted to rescue Orson and the others, but they were blocked by ughter Guild members. They didn''t rush in recklessly but instead waited for the NPC guards to encircle thempletely.


    Swoosh!


    nk suddenly reappeared, trying to sneak up from behind. Orson nced slightly to the side, whispering, "The me Dragon!"


    With a loud explosion, the me Dragon shot toward nk.


    "I knew you''d try that move. I know your skills like the back of my hand!" nk sneered confidently, her body suddenly bing ghostly, like a fog floating around Orson.@@novelbin@@


    "Phantom Dagger!"


    In an instant, nk''s afterimages surrounded Orson, making it nearly impossible to track her real position. Her killing intent surged as she moved to strike at Orson''s heart.


    Bang!


    nk''s face beneath her mask twisted in surprise. She and the Dragon Rider, Drunken Dream, both took a few steps back. Her attack was perfectly blocked by Drunken Dream''s dragon spear.


    nk stared at him, shocked, and muttered, "How can you see through my attack even in a blind state?!"


    Orson was also stunned. Drunken Dream''sbat instincts were terrifying! This guy was blocking attacks with his eyes closed!


    Despite being blinded by the holy warhammer''s light, losing all vision, Drunken Dream was still able to block a B-grade assassination skill?


    Not only that, but when faced with a furious attack from the Earth Knight, Drunken Dream''s shield was nearly destroyed. Without flinching, he threw the shield with incredible precision, embedding it deep into the Earth Knight''s chest.


    Critical hit -2000!


    Though the damage wasn''t particrly high, it infuriated the Earth Knight, as it was a sign of humiliation. He ripped the shield off his chest and roared at Drunken Dream, "You won''t get the chance to win!"


    Drunken Dream squinted his eyes, barely regaining some of his vision. Turning to Orson, he said calmly, "Don''t look at me like that. In real life, I''m blind. It''s easy for me to fight based on sound."


    Orson and nk both spat blood in disbelief.


    No wonder this guy''sbat intuition was so freakishly urate. He could anticipate an attack''s trajectory before it even happened. After all, normal people rely on their sight, but Drunken Dream was using sound, which was much faster.


    "A sessful Chaos Mage should be able to have a Dragon Rider as a bodyguard, right?" Orson thought to himself.


    Drunken Dream: "You break the spellcasting! I''ll hold off the Earth Knight. I canst for at least ten seconds."


    Orson shook his head, saying, "No, I think you can solo him."


    "...Fire Mage, you really are joking," Drunken Dream said, his cold sweat trickling down. His shield had been destroyed, and facing an intelligent NPC lord, even a Dragon Rider would be killed in a one-on-one fight.


    Orson simply said: "Trust me."


    Then, his staff rose, and with a swift motion, he cast, "Earthquake!"


    Two stone dragons roared as they tore through the banquet hall floor and charged toward the wind mage.


    "Barbarian Whirlwind sh!"


    Demon Emperor snorted coldly and transformed his sturdy body into a tornado, spinning rapidly tond a powerful strike that shattered one of the stone serpents.


    ughter Spree was not to be outdone. With a shield in hand, he stabbed repeatedly with his battle spear: "Mad Demon Killing Spree!"


    Crash!


    The remaining stone serpent was destroyed.


    Demon Emperor snarled, "No matter who you are, once you''re in my grip, death is the only thing waiting for you!"


    Orson didn''t have time to respond to his boasting. He smiled lightly and cast, "Ice Prison Ring¡ªFull Power!"


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    Zzzzt¡ª


    A hexagram appeared in front of Orson, radiating death. Time seemed to freeze as icy mist rapidly spread, freezing everything in its path!


    Demon Emperor didn''t miss a beat. His hand quickly became covered in frost, and he immediately drank another ice resistance potion.


    The hundreds of enemy yers had already prepared, quickly dispelling the effects before they werepletely frozen.


    However, all the NPCs in the banquet hall and the approaching Earth Soldiers were turned into statues of ice.


    Just as the Wind Mage was about to be frozen, the Earth Knight stepped forward, using his body to block the icy mist and immediately activating his forceful dispel.


    "Sorrow Song!" "Die!"


    The chant of magic finished, and seven terrifying tornadoes descended. The roof of the banquet hall was blown away as shattered debris was whipped into the air.


    -9999


    -9999


    ...


    Frenzied War: "Damn it, I''m done! I knew I shouldn''t have trusted you guys, you damned mage, you damned dragon rider..."


    A series of damage numbers shed as Frenzied War and his team were all lifted into the air and torn apart instantly.


    Orson and Drunken Dream also suffered the same ruthless assault. As the tornadoes began to close in, they were left with no escape.


    Drunken Dream, unwilling to give up, threw his "fragile shield" behind him, trying to break through. But he was quickly knocked back by the Earth Knight''s warhammer.


    He looked up at the approaching storm and sighed, "Sigh... we lost."


    "I told you, trust me."


    A voice rang out, and Drunken Dream looked at Orson, incredulity filling his gaze. Orson''s eyes were soft, his face showing no signs of panic.


    Orson slightly tilted his head, raised his staff, and calmly said, "Stormde."


    A water-blue glow emanated from his staff. Seeing this, the enemy mages stared in disbelief.


    "What is he doing? Using a C-grade magic to directly challenge A-grade Wind God''s Sorrow? Is he crazy?"


    ughter Spree: "This clown still hasn''t given up. Let''s go to the revival point and wait for him to drop a dragon egg!"


    I Feared No One: "Wait a second, that staff he''s holding... it seems familiar... doesn''t it resemble the one at the top of the weapon leaderboard?"


    The group paused in confusion, but the temptation of the dragon egg made them push aside any second thoughts.


    Double Spellcasting Effect Triggered!


    Orson''s eyes lit up as a 20% chance finally triggered at the most critical moment!


    A single raindrop slowly fell. nk instinctively reached up to wipe it away, her eyes narrowing in suspicion. "This...?"


    She hesitated as she realized the water had turned icy cold, and within a split second, it froze into a brilliant blue frost.


    "Ha! He panicked! Haha, the skill is actually aimed at the tornado!" A yerughed out loud.


    Three six-pointed stars appeared above the tornado, and Demon Emperor''s smile stiffened as he sensed something wasn''t quite right.


    "Stormde¡ªTrio!" Orson announced proudly.


    Countless raindrops poured down onto the tornado, turning the originally gray whirlwind into a swirling mass of blue.


    The tornado let out an ominous roar asrge amounts of water elements reacted within it.


    The Wind God''s Sorrow began to slow down, the tornado''s spin decelerating.


    The Wind Mage''s face was drenched in sweat, realizing that his magic was no longer under control.


    Seeing this, a strong sense of impending danger spread across the hearts of Demon Emperor, nk, and the others.


    "Run! Everyone, get out of here now!" Demon Emperor shouted.


    Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh¡ª


    Suddenly, countless raindrops were ejected from the tornado, flying like bullets toward the group.


    "What is this... this detail operation? Enhancing our own attack by using the enemy''s magic?"


    Drunken Dream stared in shock and awe, his gaze towards Orson now filled with reverence.


    "Do you like drinking magic resistance potions? You can dispel control, but can you dispel pure mixed damage?" Orson smiled coldly.


    This wasn''t the end. A massive rainstorm of des continued to pour from the tornado.


    And then, they were frozen once again by the Ice Prison Ring, turning into millions of crystal-clear ice des!


    The number of ice des was in the millions!

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    "Mixed magic..."


    Demon Emperor and the others felt their hearts racing as they stared in disbelief at the scene unfolding before them. They were helpless in this situation.


    It wasn''t over yet. Just as the massive rain des were thrown into the air, they were once again frozen by the Ice Prison Ring, transforming into countless ice crystal des!


    Each ice crystal de seemed like a simple attack with no major threat. However, the sheer number of them was staggering. Millions of ice crystal des rained down indiscriminately.


    A group of Earth Knights and Warriors raised their shields to block, but in the blink of an eye, their shields were shattered to pieces.


    No way to dodge, no way to block!


    Their body armor was torn to shreds!


    -1200!


    Critical hit -2400!


    Burning -4500!


    ...


    What made this even worse was that once struck by the ice crystals, the target would immediately suffer from the Chaos me burn, almost like a lingering curse.


    Unless one had invincibility skills, no one could survive for more than a few seconds.


    Thisbo attack wasn''t something that even Orson himself could handle further with precise control. The sheer scale and damage of the attack were too much for even him to fine-tune any longer.


    "Don''t just watch. Head up top with me," Orson said, patting Drunken Dream on the shoulder. The Crimson Lizard King, enduring the storm of ice des, lifted the unfortunate soul and ced him on its back.


    "Okay... Okay."


    Drunken Dream snapped back to reality, only to realize that he was now being carried in the ws of the Crimson Lizard King.


    The Crimson Lizard King red at its prey, and if not for Orson''s interference, this guy would''ve been crushed long ago.


    "Stay where you are!"


    nk, dodging the rain of ice des with incredible agility, still wasn''t fast enough. She was struck by one of the ice des, freezing her to the core.


    "Stop spamming your damn skills!"


    Orson coldly watched below, whererge groups of yers and NPCs fell. Someone shouted a mysterious code: "Idiot NPC!"


    In the blink of an eye, 800 yers had died, and the floor of the wedding hall, now nearly levelled, was scattered with shiny loot.


    "This isn''t just a difference in power, it''s a strategic mistake. I fully admit defeat..."


    Even Demon Emperor, whose health was as thick as an enraged warrior''s, barelysted five or six seconds. He kneeled on one knee, unwilling to ept his fate.


    The entire lord''s manor had be as lively as fireworks, with many yers losing their souls in the process.


    "You recover to full health. We only have five minutes. Each of you handle one of the Xien family''s strong NPCs," Orson casually said.


    "...My friend, though I pride myself on my skills, are you really asking me to solo an NPC lord?"


    Drunken Dream hesitated, suddenly unsure of himself.


    He was panicking. His Earth Knight shield had already been destroyed, and now this mysterious NPC was asking him to fight the NPC warrior solo. Was he supposed to embarrass himself?


    An old joke echoed in his mind: "Go deal with the Tang Monk and his disciples..."


    "No, it''s not too much. An S-rank ss can''t be weak. You haven''t even tapped into the potential of a Dragon Rider," Orson said, pulling back his "nuclear radiation" range. Despite his absurd mana, even Orson was struggling to maintain his spells at full strength.


    "Your battle instincts are good, but you need to trust the skill mechanics," Orson said, casting a quick nce at Drunken Dream.


    Drunken Dream gave a bitter smile and shook his head. "I can only guarantee I''ll die slowly."


    Orson tried to encourage him, saying, "My young mount..."


    "Mount?"


    Drunken Dream suspected he had misheard, and Orson immediately corrected himself, saying seriously, "Adventurer, you must have more confidence. There''s a mighty dragon waiting for you to conquer!"


    Orson mentally sighed with relief. It had almost slipped out. Luckily, Drunken Dream, being so naive, still believed he was an NPC. This kid was surprisingly easy to deceive!


    Orson had noticed that Drunken Dream was highly skilled with the Dragon Spear''s basic attacks but rarely used his skills.


    Of course, it wasn''t because he didn''t want to use them, but because he wasn''t confident in them.


    The Dragon Rider skills were powerful, but their long casting time and unavoidable dy made them risky. If he wasn''t careful, the opponent could counter-attack with abo, and he''d end up dead.


    The Earth Knight Leader growled, "The Xien family will not be desecrated! Je, force him down!"


    Magician Earth Je summoned dozens of wind des, attempting to knock the Crimson Lizard King out of the sky.


    But Orson didn''t retreat; instead, hemanded the Crimson Lizard King to dive rapidly.


    With a sharp release of its ws, Drunken Dream was thrown to the ground, rolling back into battle against the Earth Knight Leader. Enjoy new tales from empire


    Orson stomped down, leaping off the Crimson Lizard King''s back, his precise movement astonishing Drunken Dream.


    Wait, what was this mysterious friend of his? Was he a mage, a summoner, or a rogue?


    Orson immediately cast Chaos Magic Ball at Je.


    Critical hit -2800!


    Critical hit -2800!


    ...


    Both NPCs had high health and tough skins, so despite the insane barrage of ice crystal des, they only lost about three hundred thousand health. However, their armor was nearly destroyed, which made it easier for Orson tond his attacks, as every hit was now a critical.


    "Watch the gate. Take one down if you can. If twoe, have a snack!" Orson shouted at the Crimson Lizard King.


    The Crimson Lizard King, eyes zing, wickedly extended its head outside the banquet hall, preparing to destroy the resurrecting yers with a deadly sniper attack.


    Dynasty Old Yin: "Kill! I heard there''s a dragon egg inside. If I grab that, I''ll secure my position as guild leader!"


    Ride Donkey find a girl: "Then go ahead and rush forward! Why are you pushing me, old man? Didn''t you see all those people respawning? There''s something fishy going on here!"


    Boom...


    A breath of destruction swept across the revived yers, instantly obliterating them.


    Touch and die!


    Ride Donkey froze for a second, about to retreat, but his teammates didn''t care. As usual, the meat shield had to go first¡ªthis was the truth of Infinite Dimensions!


    Of course, dying first was the proper way!


    Heartbroken Loli: "Wait for me, brothers! Why are you all lying down again? Oh no..."


    "I swear I''m never teaming up with the vice-guild leader again! Damn it!"


    At the resurrection point, their faces were filled with tears. They had gained nothing, and even lost a level and a half.


    First hunted by "Madman''s Curse," then mysteriously AoE''d. How were they supposed to y this game?


    ng! ng! ng!


    On the other side, the Dragon Spear collided with the Earth Hammer, sending sparks flying.


    Light Hammer!


    The Earth Knight Leader tried his usual trick, but this was useless against a blind man like Drunken Dream.


    Drunken Dream squinted his eyes and instinctively tried to use basic attacks, but Orson immediately stopped him, saying, "Like a Dragon Shaking the Earth! Knockback with Stagger Effect, break through the guard first!"


    Drunken Dream was startled. How did this NPC know Dragon Rider skills so well?


    Could it be that this mysterious friend had ties to the Empire''s Dragon Knights?


    Or had he triggered some quest and this mysterious NPC was appearing to guide him?


    Even with these thoughts swirling, Drunken Dream kept his focus and operated smoothly, thrusting his Dragon Spear into the ground with a massive shockwave!


    The Earth Knight Leader staggered back, his body bing rigid, his hammer falling to the ground.


    "Triple basic attack to trigger knockback effect," Orson called out again.


    Drunken Dream''s eyes narrowed. He raised his Dragon Spear,nding two swift thrusts and a powerful finishing blow to the ground. The bulky Earth Knight Leader was sent flying.


    "The knockback height isn''t enough. Use Overlord''s Discharge!" Orsonmanded.


    Drunken Dream immediatelyplied, sacrificing his body for a thunderous punch that sent the Earth Knight Leader flying.


    The leader was now floating four meters in the air, the perfect distance for Dragon Rider basic attacks tond.


    "AA, followed by Angry Dragon Piercer, then the triplebo, and Comet Rush... finally, Like a Dragon Shaking the Earth with AA toplete the loop!"@@novelbin@@


    Orson multi-tasked, constantly switching perspectives while dodging wind des and giving instructions, "Wait for the NPC to break out of his stun, then move to dodge his Light Hammer¡ªthat''s his strongest skill, but also his dumbest."


    Drunken Dream froze for a moment, staring in shock. "Infinitebos! I get it!"


    Orson saw Drunken Dream getting the hang of it. He raised his staff and began to unleash furious attacks, triggering multiple effects.


    The me Dragon dove toward Je, but she dodged twice thanks to her wind magic, making her movement lighter than ever.


    Just as she thought she had escaped, the two dragons suddenly exploded, showering the


    area with fireballs.


    It wasn''t to deal massive damage, but simply to block her movement.


    Je''s steps faltered, and she started moving ording to Orson''s pre-set n, eventuallynding exactly where she was supposed to be.


    The final me Dragon appeared overhead, and before Je could react, it was toote.


    Knockback!


    -2100!


    Burning -4700!


    Orson''s expression remained cold as he activated Whisper of the Wind, maximizing his attack speed and sending Je flying into the air with a barrage of magic.


    The staff released a sh of thunder, and Orson coldly whispered, "Thunder!"

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    Critical hit -2900!


    Critical hit -9500!


    ...


    Multiple effects triggered!


    Orson''s attack speed had reached 5.0, and with his multiple basic attacks triggering, eight hits per second was no longer a dream. His attack speed exceeded that of any S-tier archer at this stage.


    Dark red magic balls formed a continuous array in the air, resembling a dark and profound gxy, creating a spectacr sight.


    Je, the Wind Mage, screamed as she was repeatedly knocked back by Orson''s basic attacks, unable to stabilize herself. Drunken Dream, standing beside Orson, watched in awe, almost losing hisbo in the process.


    "That''s insanely fast... No wonder you''re a mysterious NPC. Your staff speed is way beyond any yer!" Drunken Dream eximed.


    Crazy Handsome: "What''s going on? Didn''t we just kidnap Hazel? Why is there fireworks going off at the Lord''s manor?"


    Outside the wedding hall, yers were puzzled. They noticed fireworks, but there was also the sound of female screams. Could it be that the mission waspleted and the lord had entered the bridal chamber?


    But themotion seemed too much for a simple celebration!


    Combo x90!


    Combo x130!


    ...


    "The Wind God grants me wings of freedom..."


    "Wind God''s sh!"


    Je shouted, a streak of green light passed over her, forcibly breaking her free from the aerial control.


    Orson, unfazed, sped his hands again. "Earthquake!"


    Two stone vines transformed into sky-reaching dragons, one after another, knocking Je back to the ground.


    -30000!


    As she fell, Orson quickly cast Mud Trap, trapping the mage in ce, her feet sinking into the muck, making it hard for her to move.


    "Ice Prison Ring!"


    Orson, calcting his mana, adjusted his power to cover a 100-meter range, and ice mist spread through the air, trapping the mage once more.


    "The me Dragon!"


    Orson calmly raised his staff, bringing it down hard, sending the poor mage spinning in the air. "Fireball Barrage!"


    Another series of infinitebos, making the air buzz with tension.


    Orson knew full well that while mages, archers, and thieves had some crowd control escape skills, they could never match the ss-defying body skills of melee characters. A mage''s control-break abilities were only temporary, offering no long-term immunity to control effects.


    Meanwhile, Drunken Dream watched as the Earth Knight Leader again broke free from thebo with a Body m. He quickly retreated, hiding behind some ruins to follow Orson''s advice and drag out the fight, hoping to bait the skills.


    However, the Xien family''s Earth Knight Leader was fierce and meticulous, not giving Drunken Dream the opportunity to hide. One hammer strike copsed the wall, and with the falling debris, the Earth Knight found Drunken Dream and relentlessly charged forward.@@novelbin@@


    Drunken Dream, slightly unprepared, raised his Dragon Spear to block, but didn''t manage to fully deflect the attack.


    "Damn it! This boss is too brainless!"


    Drunken Dream grunted, his body flung ten meters back, crashing into a stone wall, his health nearly destroyed.


    "Get further away, young adventurer." Orson''s distracted voice echoed.


    "Huh?"


    Drunken Dream was confused but instinctively turned and ran.


    "Five more seconds of Body m time left. Perfect, I need five seconds to cast my spell."


    Orson''s eyes flickered, and the chaotic six-pointed star burst with dazzling light as earth elements swirled around his staff. Experience new tales on empire


    A terrifying shadow loomed over the hall as meteors, wrapped in chaotic mist, descended from the sky.


    "Is... is this...!?"


    Drunken Dream looked up at the sky in disbelief. This spell was so familiar to him!


    He quickly turned to nce at Orson''s back. Standing between two NPC powerhouse figures, Drunken Dream''s health barpared to the boss seemed fragile.


    But in Drunken Dream''s eyes, this man radiated an overwhelming presence with every movement.


    Arrogant!


    Fearless!


    Invincible!


    Drunken Dream shuddered as a bitter smile appeared on his face. He finally recognized who this "NPC" truly was.


    Just a short while ago, he had hoped to take advantage of the situation, foolishly wanting topete with him. But now, this man could clear the entire map with a single move. Who was he kidding trying to match him in a duel?


    Orson''s eyes gleamed coldly as he whispered, "Heavenly Meteor Strike!"


    The two powerful Xien family warriors realized something was wrong and, for the first time, didn''t choose to fight head-on. They tried to flee the meteor strike zone.


    At the same moment, the Crimson Lizard King, eating outside the door, turned around and unleashed its Destructive Breath.


    Lava fire pirs forced the warriors to retreat.


    As the meteors fell, Orson casually strolled into the Magic Eye Net, grabbing Drunken Dream by the shoulder and pulling him inside.


    "With your reaction time, you''d be dead seven or eight times by now if you were facing nk."


    Orson sighed. He had been nning to test how long Drunken Dream could survive amidst the meteor fragments, but it looked like the kid''s brain was fried at this point.


    "Uh¡­ sorry, I slowed us down."


    Drunken Dream, dazed, found himself hundreds of meters away. He was confused about how he got here.


    "Spatial Mage?"


    "What other modes does this guy have?" Drunken Dream muttered, shaking his head with a bitter smile.


    "Keep killing, we''ve only got one more minute." Orson frowned, clearly dissatisfied with Drunken Dream as his mount.


    He pulled Drunken Dream back into the Magic Eye, returning them to the battlefield.


    "The Xien family won''t let you off... We are a tinum family, the uncrowned kings!"


    The Earth Knight Leader, spitting blood, growled as he was struck by the meteor and shattered into pieces, his health dropping below 300,000.


    "You''re amp, if I''m not mistaken, Hazel''s father should be the rightful heir, but you guys hijacked his power." Orson spoke coldly.


    "So what? Are you trying to clear his name?"


    The Earth Knight Leader bared his teeth and red at Orson with a sinisterugh.


    Orson shrugged and smiled. "Doesn''t matter to me. I''m just interested in the gear you''re wearing."


    Just as his words fell, Drunken Dream seized the opportunity, charging forward with his Dragon Spear and knocking both NPCs back.


    He and Orson began coordinating seamlessly, executing a mindlessbo of attacks.


    Drunken Dream, roaring with excitement, stunned the nearby hostile yers, his momentum unstoppable.


    "Not bad, kid. Not bad."


    Orson''s lips curled into a smile. This was the result he had been hoping for.


    One day, his human mount¡ªSilver Dragon Rider¡ªwould make aeback!


    Ride Donkey: "Gold beams! What the hell! Four gold beams and a sea of purple loot!"


    Dynasty Old Yin: "What kind of monster NPC is this Orsix? If we don''t rush in now, Drunken Dream''s gonna make a fortune!"


    Absolute Kid: "It''s a death either way, might as well risk it for the reward, turn a car into a flying Boeing 747!"


    Four golden pirs shot into the sky, and the sight made the yers around go mad with greed. They immediately set their sights on killing the Dragon Rider to loot the gear.


    Crazy Handsome: "Damn, you forced me into this! If I can grab it, I''ll consider myself lucky!"


    Love ying: "Reporting¡ªunimed loot, firste, first served!"


    The yers in Orson''s team started acting frantic, ready to attack teammates and steal the loot.


    To the average yer, the Dragon Egg was too far out of reach and too luxurious¡ªgetting it would only mean giving it to Demon Emperor and others.


    But the equipment and skill books? Those were different. For guilds like ughter Guild and Godyer, it wasn''t worth going to extremes for a few pieces of gear.


    ughter Spree: "Boss, White Sister, let''s move! This loot''s worth at least 100k gold!"


    "I don''t need you to tell me what to do."


    Demon Emperor gave him a cold nce, silencing him instantly.


    Demon Emperor wanted more than just this loot. For him, this was small change¡ªonly the Dragon Egg held real value.


    "Too much loot. Drunken Dream, can you collect it all? Want us to help you pick it up?"


    "No need. I''m just one person. It''d be too tiring to carry it all. Besides, it''s Infinite Dimensions rules¡ªfinders keepers."


    Thousands of yers rushed toward Orson and Drunken Dream, eyes filled with greed.


    Infinite Dimensions had justunched, and stories of overnight riches were spreading. Everyone dreamed of getting their big break. Now, the chance for wealth had finally arrived!

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    "You shameless, despicable scum," Drunken Dream said coldly, spotting some familiar faces in the crowd. "NoFace, ss Man, are you nning to betray the guild?"


    "Do you have any conscience left? All the gear you''re wearing? I paid for it!" Drunken Dream was furious. Among the crowd of yers getting ready to gang up on him, there were members from his Supreme Guild. This was something he couldn''t ept.


    "Don''t say it like that. If you were in our shoes, you''d do the same," one yer from Supreme Guild said with a mocking tone, tossing a broken blue gear that had been shattered by Ice de onto the ground. "A pile of worthless blue gear? It''s better to toss it away."


    "I''m at least a B-grade mage! You''re not fooling me with your heartwarming tactics. I can get into any guild I want!" another yer added, snickering.


    "You... I really must have been blind to trust you people!" Drunken Dream was beyond enraged. He had thought too highly of them.


    Orson, hearing this, scratched his head and patted Drunken Dream on the shoulder. "Young adventurer, you were always blind. It''s normal you couldn''t see through them."


    Drunken Dream froze for a moment, his mind full of confusion. With his temper, he would have usually exploded, but standing behind Orson, he didn''t even dare think of fighting back.


    Their skill levels and awareness were just on different nes.


    Even though Drunken Dream was a little blind in real life, he could still sense that Orgod¡ªOrson''s real identity¡ªdidn''t mean him any harm. After all, the Triple Crown winner could easily kill him in a second.


    Just not long ago, when he had "identally" crossed paths with the Triple Crown champion during a dragon hunt, it wasn''t really his fault. He just hadn''t been¡­ paying attention.


    "Hey, anyone want to grab the loot? I''ll show you how to do it," Orson yawnedzily, speaking up.


    The yers around Orson nced at the Crimson Lizard King nervously. Many of them had been devoured by this beast before, and now they had a psychological barrier about it.@@novelbin@@


    "We outnumber them. Even if that summon is strong, there''s no way it can kill us all!"


    "Yeah! That Ice de was just the NPC messing around with skills. We could''ve taken them if it wasn''t for that!"


    "Let''s go! We can kill them and grab everything!"


    Orson wore a mocking smile as the yers around him yelled and made noise. Everyone was shouting to attack, but no one was actually moving.


    No one was a fool. Though the resurrection point was close, respawning still took time. The first person to die would only increase the chances of the others seeding. Why not let someone else go first and then swoop in to grab the loot?


    "Listen up, yers. I only want the dragon egg. The rest of the loot, you can roll for. But first, send these two back to the fountain."


    Demon Emperor suddenly spoke up, having anticipated the situation perfectly.


    "Not a bad idea," a voice came from the crowd. "Can''t let Drunken Dream get anything easy. He''s loaded. He doesn''t need this stuff."


    "We in the UC Guild support this proposal!" another yer added.


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    "We of the Satan Hall second that!"


    Various guild members immediately voiced their agreement. These guilds weren''t the top-tier ones, but they were still a force to be reckoned with here.


    One dragon-riding knight on low health, plus an NPC with summons? Not so scary.


    "Let''s go. We can''t win." nk, still cold as ever, said, throwing a bucket of cold water on everyone''s morale.


    "Can''t win? We haven''t even fought yet, and you say we can''t win? Are you kidding me?" ughter Spree snapped, looking angry.


    "nk, stop with the defeatist talk. Do you even know what the dragon egg means?" Another voice mocked.


    "The so-called first thief, and you can''t even handle a mage? Demon Emperor, maybe you picked the wrong person," one of the ughter Guild yers said angrily.


    The ughter Guild members were furious. They had followed Demon Emperor from other games, and in their minds, whatever the guild leader wanted, they got.


    One sentence¡ª"can''t win"¡ªwas just insulting. Did he really think ughter Guild was a weakling guild?


    nk remained indifferent, mocking, "He''s messing with you all. You guys are just idiots if you keep falling for it."


    "You guys are family, why argue?" Orson sighed, looking around. "If I had more time, I''d really mess with nk here."


    With the yers eyeing him hungrily, Orson didn''t y around anymore. He threw down the act and revealed his true identity.


    With a flick of his wrist, he removed his Imperial robe.


    The holy, radiant power set gleamed brilliantly, and atop his head appeared the bold red name tag: Evil Overflowing.


    Standing there, his presence was overwhelming¡ªhis stature wasn''t tall, but his eyes were calm and unwavering. The two words above his head spoke for themselves: Orgod!


    The Triple Crown Champion!


    The Godyer Guild Leader!


    The man who could make all the mages fight for second ce in Infinite Dimensions'' Mage God title!


    He was also the one who had forced Usher into a corner and turned on him!


    "Orson!" Demon Emperor''s face went pale, his shock clear. Though he had suspected, seeing the man in person was another level of surprise.


    "Crap, I''m a clown!" Crazy Handsome cursed. "Who the hell called red? Come forward and confess! I''ll spare you in the name of the Mage God!"


    Orson smiledzily, picking up an A-grade magic book from the ground, Celestial Fire, and started learning the spell right in front of over a thousand yers.


    "Nice, this is exactly what I''ve been waiting for," Orson nodded, sweeping up the loot.


    Three A-grade skill books, a 35-level legendary war hammer, eight B-grade skill books, fourteen 30-level hero gear pieces, over seven hundred coins, and countless items and equipment dropped by yers.


    Orson nodded in satisfaction. Whenpared to a boss, NPCs really did drop more.


    It seemed like the more, the better in the future.


    "A man who stands tall doesn''t need to boast. The fear on others'' faces speaks volumes for him," Drunken Dream murmured, finally understanding the true weight of the Triple Crown''s influence.


    "Damn it, I''m done for!" Old Yin, another mage from the guild, spat out a mouthful of blood in disbelief.


    Absolute Kid: "I knew it! That''s why Madman ran. The boss is the guild leader!"


    After all this, the betrayal hit hard. They had been outyed by their own guild leader, who had been disguised as an NPC. The brutal truth hit them all like a ton of bricks.


    "Do you think you can really do this to me?" nk hissed, her eyes full of rage.


    Demon Emperor regained someposure, his voice cold: "Stop her. If you mess with him now, it''s suicide."


    ughter Spree tried to stop nk, but thetter cut him down with two swift, critical blows.


    "Die, die, die¡­" nk muttered to herself, her eyes filled with madness as she charged at Orson.


    Orson smiled, waving his hand. "Still too inexperienced. Keep trying, little assassin."


    The battle drums sounded, sparks flying as they shed.


    "By the way, what exactly did you do to the youngdy?" Crimson Lizard King roared, lifting Drunken Dream in his hand, who was now wide-eyed and full of gossip.


    Orson opened a portal with his Magic Eye and disappeared from the battlefield, leaving nothing but chaos behind him.

 Chapter 125 125: Can This Game Be Played Like This?

    The night was dark, with the wind howling and the shadows of trees stretching long. Another blood-soaked night of killing was about to begin.


    "You have arrived at the Graveyard."


    "Hazel''s parents are being attacked! Please hurry and provide reinforcements!"


    "Rmended: 60-yer raid scale!"


    The notification sounded, and Orson stood on top of a dog-headed mount, gazing into the distance. Magic energy ripples could be felt miles away.


    Drunken Dream: "Should we wait for them? Crazy Handsome is private messaging me, asking where we are."


    Orson scoffed and said, "Why wait for them? They''ll juste over to get a piece of the loot from us again."


    Drunken Dream, still being held in the w of the mount, awkwardly stuck his head out and forced a smile. "That may be true, butpleting such a high-difficulty task might require some cooperation. Using each other might be the best option."


    Orson nodded, appreciating the young man''s newfound awareness. He maneuvered his Crimson Lizard King tond on a high ground and muttered to himself, "If we''re talking about mutual use... I think it''s better for me to use you."@@novelbin@@


    "What do you mean, use me?" Drunken Dream was startled, feeling uneasy.


    "Get your health back up, I''ll be waiting for my skill cooldown," Orson ordered, already feeling pleased with this young mount''s ability.


    Drunken Dream scratched his head awkwardly. He had to admit that he was utterly impressed by Orson''s way of handling things. That one wave of infinite pointer skills earlier had surpassed all the professional training he''d paid for before.


    "All good now? I''d suggest you bring a lot of potions." Orson smiled at him.


    Drunken Dream: "You need me on the front lines, and you''ll do the damage?"


    "Something like that. Your mission is to clear the vision."


    "Clear the vision?"


    Drunken Dream nodded, still somewhat confused.


    "Get ready to start." Orson waved his hand, and Crimson Lizard King walked in front of Drunken Dream, breathing heavily and ring at him with murderous intent.


    Drunken Dream''s scalp tingled, feeling like a toy in the ws of this beast. Not a pleasant sensation.


    "Fly, my friend! Conquer the skies of Infinite Dimensions!" Orson dered, saluting like a standard Rank studio salute.


    "I''ll take it slow..." Drunken Dream tried to protest, but before he could finish his sentence, Crimson Lizard King pped him hard, yanking him up into the air once again.


    Drunken Dream: "Can your mount stop tossing me around like this? I feel like I''m being used as a ragdoll."


    "That''s beyond my control. Looks like it really likes you," Orson said with a smile, watching the scene with what seemed like a fatherly gaze.


    Drunken Dream: "Are you sure? It''s using its teeth to nuzzle my head. What does that mean?"


    "Well... maybe it''s just showing affection in its own way." Orson chuckled awkwardly, repeatedly issuingmands to suppress Crimson Lizard King''s bloodlust.


    The two of them soared into the air above the battlefield. Below them, a fierce battle raged. Elemental light rings exploded, and the trees surrounding the Graveyard were set on fire. Cries of battle echoed, as NPCs dressed in the Xien Family attire fell to the ground.


    "Attacking the core members of the tinum Family, you''ll die for this!" one enraged mage shouted, wearing a special badge representing the imperial tinum Family.


    "Hmph, you''re just a n leader candidate who didn''t make it. Dying at Graveyard is your destiny!" A ck-robed warrior sneered, swinging his massive sword, cutting down several of the Xien Family guards with one blow.


    The de''s residual force shed at the lone mage, but suddenly, a woman, resembling Hazel but more mature and filled out, stepped forward.


    Her body radiated powerful light magic. She cast healing spells, shielding the mage from harm. The sword''s de ricocheted off her barrier, but before it could hit, a massive ck wolf barreled in, with its rider blocking the attack with arge shield.


    "The tinum Family is nothing."


    "Defy the Emperor''s bloodline, and you''ll pay with blood!"


    "Even the Court of Judgment can''t save you now. Give up!"


    Over twenty powerful attackers appeared, surrounding Hazel''s parents.


    "Are you in position?" Orson sent a private message to Drunken Dream.


    "I''m in position, but there are too many enemies. At least four Lord-ss NPCs here. Should we call for backup?" Drunken Dream frowned.


    "Okay, prepare the air drop!"


    "Air drop... What are we dropping?"


    Orson grinned and replied, "Of course, it''s you."


    Hearing this, Drunken Dream broke into a cold sweat. He forced augh and said, "You''re kidding, right? At over a thousand meters up, I''m going to die if I fall, man!"


    "With me around, you won''t die," Orson said confidently.


    Drunken Dream thought it was a joke, but the next moment, Crimson Lizard King dived straight down, cutting through the clouds. Orson released his grip and...


    "Ahh! What the hell!"


    "Shit! Mom, noooo!!"


    Drunken Dream''s mind went nk as he fell freely, iling his arms in the air.


    In that moment, he regretted ever ying this game. Why did he have to get this ridiculous vision when the game pod connected with his neurons? Why did he trust this beast!?


    As he was about to crash, a mirror appeared 200 meters from the ground.


    Orson''s vision split into two sections as he prepared tounch his skill from extreme range.


    The difficulty of this maneuver required perfect skill proficiency and uracy. If even the slightest mistake urred, Drunken Dream would be reduced to a puddle of blood.


    "Sun Shield."


    "Sun Shield¡­"


    "Wind God''s Sigh."


    Two Sun Shields appeared under Drunken Dream''s falling body, slowing his descent.


    Thest skill, usually used for damage, was manipted by Orson into a support effect, using a gust of wind to send Drunken Dream flying back up.


    "That... that didn''t kill me, I can''t believe it!" Drunken Dream eximed, in total disbelief. Using the updraft, he managed to roll andnd safely.


    He immediately checked his minimap and saw that he was still over 4.2 kilometers away from Orson. He couldn''t believe that Orson''s spell had kept him alive from such a distance.


    This game can be yed like this?


    Drunken Dream swallowed hard. He couldn''t even begin to describe how outrageous that was. The praise for the Three-Crown King could only go higher from here.


    In the earlier battle for the fort, that man hadn''t even used all his power.


    "Thanks for helping us, adventurer, but this is not a ce for you. Leave immediately!" Hazel''s father, an NPC, spoke in a dignified manner.


    "Future Dragon Rider, potential not bad. Too bad you picked the wrong faction. Time to die!"


    The ck-robed warrior revealed his true form ¡ª Dragon Grand.


    Before Drunken Dream could react, all the Lord-ss NPCs locked onto him, focusing their attacks on him.


    "Pull the mobs, I''ll test the skill. If you can''t take it, focus on the Mirror of Folding, I''ll pull you back," Orson calmly instructed.


    Dragon Grand, wielding a massive sword, charged in with several rogue NPCs at his back. The others continued attacking Hazel''s parents, pushing them back step by step.


    Hazel''s parents were overwhelmed. Even though their levels weren''t low, they were fragile mages unable to withstand the onught.


    "Not Godyer''s body!"


    Drunken Dream clenched his fists, his body radiating divine light.


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    He was hit by numerous skills, but his divine body endured, significantly reducing the damage, allowing him to briefly hold out against the concentrated attacks.


    "I''m not going to hold up much longer!" Drunken Dream gritted his teeth. The damage was overwhelming. Just as his Divine Body Buff expired, he dropped over 10,000 HP in an instant.


    The Mirror of Folding twisted, expanding several times its size, locking onto Dragon Grand and Hazel''s parents.


    "You''re... killing your own allies?" Drunken Dream gasped in shock.


    Orson''s voice was cold, "What, does a horse get fat without eating some night grass?"


    Drunken Dream was utterly stunned. What kind of morals did you need to pull off this kind of action?


    "Enter the Mirror of Folding and return." Orson instructed.


    Drunken Dream looked at Hazel''s parents, then gritted his teeth and jumped into the mirror, vanishing.


    "Is this... the Forbidden Artifact of the God Emperor?" Dragon Grand trembled, his face full of horror.


    "Brahma''s Divine me." Orson''s cold voice rang out.


    At nearly four kilometers'' range, he fired the shot directly through his Magic Eye.


    A terrifying wave of destruction burst forth from the Elven Diamond, lighting up a two-kilometer radius over the Graveyard!


    Instantly, every


    NPC froze in ce, looking up at the sky in terror!


    It looked like a miniature sun in the night sky!


    Boom!


    The Brahma''s Divine me exploded, with countless ming meteors charging out at five times the speed, scattering across the battlefield.


    It was a true Meteor Shower ¡ª a divine me capable of dispersing all darkness and evil!

 Chapter 126 126: Boss, This Isnt a Bug, Is It?

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    -1340


    Burn -5800


    ...


    With a massive explosion, the Graveyard turned into a fiery hell. The ck-d NPCs screamed in agony, rolling on the ground in an attempt to put out the mes, but the chaotic fire wasn''t something that could be extinguished easily.


    The mes kept burning until the flesh dried up and the bones turned to charcoal. They didn''t stop.


    Every second, arge amount of burn damage appeared, and not long after, more than half of the ck-d NPCs had been killed or injured. Only a few, led by Dragon Grand, managed to survive.


    "Is this¡­ a forbidden spell?"


    Drunken Dream gasped. The mes lit up the sky, fire elementals roared and rampaged. The entire ground was burning.


    The night sky seemed like daylight. Even from a great distance, you could still feel the searing heat.


    "It''s just an A-rank spell. If it were an SS-rank forbidden spell, the area of effect would at least be ten times bigger," Orson said indifferently.


    Drunken Dream gasped. "Can you do it? Show me one."


    Before he could finish speaking, two Thunderp strikes came his way!


    "If I could use a forbidden spell, would I need you to aggro the mobs? I''d just ride Number One and rain hell on Infinite Dimensions," Orson snorted with disdain.


    "Terrifying¡­ it''s good you can''t, otherwise, how would the NPCs survive?" Drunken Dream rubbed his head, feeling fortunate for the native inhabitants of Infinite Dimensions.


    A-rank Fire Magic: Brahma''s Divine me


    Effect: Consumes 1500 MP to create arge explosive fire, dealing equivalent damage to the caster''s spell attack power, and causing a 30-second burn effect that deals 500 damage per second to the target. Cooldown: 4 minutes.


    Looking at the panel alone, this A-rank skill didn''t seem overly powerful. Its burst damage was even weaker than the Earth-based Celestial Descent.


    However, the 30-second burn effect¡ªtotaling 15,000 damage¡ªlooked impressive on paper. And with such a long burn duration, it could bebined with the Chaos Magic Ball: zing Burn.


    With Orson''s current 55,000 mana and no consideration for magic resistance, plus the 500 burn damage from Brahma''s Divine me itself, it could deal 6,000 passive damage per second.


    The most terrifying part was that this process wouldst a full 30 seconds!


    Theoretically, excluding the cooldown between zing Burn''s burns every 3 seconds, this one skill could easily hit 100,000 damage!


    Of course, with healers or magic resistance potions, clearing the burn buff wasn''t difficult.


    But if the fire resistance skills or potions were on cooldown, even hiding in a fountain wouldn''t save you from getting burned to death!


    Crimson Lizard King roared and swooped back into the Graveyard''s skies. Orson and Drunken Dream circled above once again.


    "Ah, howe only so few people died?"


    Orson frowned. Reality was different from expectations. Hazel''s mother was a priest; with one Mana Dissipation, she''d cleared the burn buff.


    Only a bunch of low-tier NPCs from the lord''s army had died, and some random gear dropped on the ground.


    Drunken Dream blinked. "This is few? Even the nearby monster spawn points lost over 200 monsters¡­"


    "Really? That''s more of a secondary disaster. Doesn''t concern me." Orson shook his head.


    Orson focused, checking the stats of the surviving targets.


    Lord-ss Private Army - Dragon Grand: Level 35


    Bloodline of the War Saint


    HP: 1,700,000/3,000,000


    Attack Power: 1900


    Skills: Sword of ughter, Fear Stomp, Dragon Strike, Invincible Body


    Lord-ss Private Army - Dragon Vice Captain: Level 35


    Bloodline of the Holy Knight


    HP: 2,200,000/4,000,000


    Skills: Piercing Spear, Blood Rage, Invincible Body


    ...


    There were four Lord-ss NPCs: two melee warriors, a Beast Master, and an Archer.


    Their strength was a notch above the elite members of the Xien family who had been defeated earlier.


    No wonder they dared to encircle Hazel''s level 50 parents.


    Hazel''s parents were far from weak, though Orson couldn''t see their full stats. But their HP was around 5 million.


    However, without solid frontline protection, after fighting Dragon Grand and his team, their health had dropped to less than 200,000.


    "tinum Family''s 50-level NPCs¡­ plus four 35-level Lord-ss elites. If we kill them all¡­"


    Orson''s eyes gleamed with excitement.


    Drunken Dream, clueless as ever, muttered, "Boss, you seem to be drooling¡­"


    "Nonsense, it''s just the wind up here," Orson grumbled, covering his face.


    "Thieves! Come down here!"


    Down below, Dragon Grand, scorched ck from the mes, spotted Orson.


    "You filthy scoundrels! We''re here to hunt down Imperial traitors, and you dare to interfere?"


    The Dragon Vice Captain sneered, his voice filled with fury. He brandished a special weapon¡ªfive dark golden magic spears¡ªand shouted, throwing one into the air with immense force.


    The sound of the spear slicing through the air was deafening, a golden streak shooting straight at the hovering Crimson Lizard King.


    "Climb higher!" Orson barked.


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    Crimson Lizard King shot upwards, shaking Drunken Dream violently. The thrown spear, which traveled over a thousand meters, lost momentum and fell harmlessly to the ground as the mount ascended.


    "Watch out! Behind!"


    Drunken Dream suddenly screamed, his eyes widening as a golden eagle with a wingspan of over 50 meters lunged from the clouds, its cold talons aiming directly at Orson''s back.


    "An aerial attack?" Orson gasped. The Crimson Lizard King tried to turn to defend, but it was toote.


    Just as Orson hesitated to use a divine artifact to protect himself, Drunken Dream broke free from his restraints.


    "Dare to attack a bird?"


    Drunken Dream''s eyes sharpened. He leaped off the mount''s back, borrowing its height and speed. His dragon spear shot out with incredible force, piercing the golden eagle''s eye and disrupting its attack!


    The eagle screeched, its attack broken. Crimson Lizard King roared angrily and immediately retaliated. It snapped the eagle''s head off in one swift motion, devouring it mid-air.


    "Well done, my trusty mounts," Orson grinned in satisfaction, as Crimson Lizard King dove and caught the falling Drunken Dream.


    "Bastard! You killed my summoned beast! I''ll grind you into dust!"


    Dragon Grand and his team were enraged, shouting curses as the Dragon Vice Captain continued throwing magic spears, trying to bring down Crimson Lizard King.


    But Orson had already anticipated this. He wasn''t about to fall for the same trick twice.


    "Looks like they''re just in a panic. This means¡­"


    Orson''s lips curled into a smile as he realized a breakthrough.


    The beastmaster''s flying mount had been killed, and now the Dragon Vice Captain''s magic spears were useless against him. It became clear that their defense against airborne threats was practically nonexistent.


    Faced with a yer like Orson, who had super long-range attack capabilities, Dragon Grand and his team could only passively take the beating!


    "Aerial bombardment, here we go!" Orsonughed maniacally.


    Drunken Dream stared in stunned silence. He looked at Orson and saw him drooling again¡­


    With a wave of his Saint''s Power Staff, Orson unleashed Whisper of the Wind and Thunder Roar.


    A wave of magic energy surged around him as Chaos Magic Balls rained down from the sky, turning the battlefield into a field of destruction.


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    Critical Hit +11,000!


    ...


    Down below, Dragon Grand and his team were running around,pletely out of control, unable to retaliate at all.


    Drunken Dream stared at the chaos, mouth agape. "So, uh, Boss, this¡­ does this count as exploiting a bug? Are we going to get banned?"

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    Orson smiled and said nothing.


    "Carding a bug?"


    Does one even need to "card" a bug?


    Being the very loophole in the Infinite Dimensions world was enough.


    The six-pointed star of Chaos gleamed across the sky, triggering multiple effects. Three me Dragons smashed into the ground, focusing on the weak points and sending enemies flying.


    Beast Tamer Ford Long screamed as he was sent flying, while Chaos Magic Balls continued pouring out.


    The Pdin Dragon Vice Captain leapt high, trying to protect Ford Long, but was intercepted by two stone dragons, and both were knocked into the air.


    "Foreign rats! Dare you face me in a one-on-one battle to the death!"


    Dragon Grand yelled, his giant sword shing toward the stone vines in an attempt to break the encirclement.


    Orson sneered. A man was a biologicalbat machine¡ªdid he really need to bother with a heavy infantryman?


    With a flick of his staff, Orson continued outputting, floating two enemies into the air with ease.


    "Chaos Chain."


    With the high attack speed boost, Chaos Chain spread, locking down all four of Dragon Grand''s group.@@novelbin@@


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    ...


    Beast Tamer Ford Long was the first to be reduced to a sliver of health. Dragon Grand''s eyes widened in fury: "No!! Stop! Traitor!"


    As descendants of the Celestial Legion, Dragon Grand and his group were closely rted. Seeing theirrade on the verge of death, their eyes zed with murderous intent as if they could tear Orson apart with a nce.


    "A traitor? Are you talking about the ownership of Celestial Fortress?"


    Orson chuckled lightly. From the moment Celestial Fortress was activated, he had felt that Dragon Grand was suspicious.


    It seemed that not only was he interested in Celestial Fortress, but Cain, who called himself the God Emperor''s descendant, was also scheming to seize it.


    "Dragon Grand kidnapped Hazel''s parents, attempting to use them as leverage to secure hisrades'' survival."


    The mission prompt sounded.


    Orson''s gaze sharpened as he saw Dragon Grand, holding his giant sword, sh Hazel''s parents down to low health, the de hovering over them.


    "Do you ept this trade?"


    Orson remained silent. Drunken Dream also received the prompt and frowned, "What should we do? If Hazel''s parents die at Dragon Grand''s hands, the reward will be nullified, and Hazel''s affinity with us will also be lost."


    "I reject!"


    "What ''trade''? This is Infinite Dimensions. Are you sure NPCs won''t cheat?" Orson said coldly.


    Drunken Dream grumbled inwardly, "Just say you want to explode both sides'' equipment,e on¡­"


    Orson had that in mind, but when an NPC proposes a trade and then backs out, it''s not umon, especially for highly intelligent NPCs.


    "I refuse to trade with traitors. Don''t forget, you are merely an NPC of Bone Dragon Stronghold, while I am its lord." Orson smiled at Dragon Grand.


    Drunken Dream: "Honestly, bro, you''re starting to make me feel ufortable."


    "Get used to it."


    Orson smiled faintly and continued his floating assault on Dragon Vice Captain and the others.


    "Make your choice:plete the hunting task or save yourrades."


    "Traitor, choose!" Orson''s voice was as cold as ice. He was the ruler of thisnd. NPCs'' lives meant nothing to him¡ªtasks and loot were secondary.


    As things stood, as one of the six rulers of Celestial Fortress, Orson knew Lord Cain would eventually have to confront him head-on.


    Marrying Hazel and aligning with the Xien family would solidify his strength¡ªproof enough of Cain''s eventual ns.


    In the past life, Usher had taken Celestial Fortress and was nearly overwhelmed by a mysterious force that almost led to its fall. It was likely the work of the God Emperor''s descendants and the Xien family.


    Currently, Dragon Grand and his group posed little threat to Orson, but they were ruthless in ughtering ordinary yers, which was as easy for them as breathing.


    Now was the time to weaken Cain''s forces by eliminating his right-hand men.


    The Earth Magic Ring glowed as Celestial Descent was about to be cast.


    "Saint Warrior''s Protection!"


    Dragon Grand roared, his body trembling as strange white runes surged across his form.


    "Hidden skill?!" Orson''s heart skipped a beat. A rare NPC hidden skill, only activated in special circumstances.


    Dragon Grand turned into a blur, charging toward Orson and interrupting his Chaos Magic Ball mid-cast, forcing Orson to break his floatingbo.


    -700,000 HP!


    A huge damage number appeared. Dragon Grand sacrificed half of his health to grant Ford Long and the others ten seconds of invincibility!


    "Ah, group-wide invincibility skill? Well, sorry, but you''ve been yed."


    Orson raised an eyebrow and smirked as he broke Dragon Grand''s casting of Celestial Descent.


    He raised his staff, and the God Emperor''s artifact red to life.


    Magic Eye!


    Mirror of Folding!


    With a kick, Orson sent Drunken Dream flying into a spatial.


    "Leave those two NPCs alive. They may be useful in the future."


    "Useful? Can you just make it clear once? I feel like I need to grow a brain, damn it!" Drunken Dream muttered, cursing inwardly. Since following Orson, he had been used as aborer or tossed around like a ragdoll. He''d never had a peaceful moment.


    As Dragon Grand, in a desperate attempt to help hisrades, turned around, he expected magic attacks, but none came.


    Looking back, he saw Hazel''s parents, now under the protection of the Dragon Rider and Earth Guard, escaping far away.


    "You... you shameless bastard, despicable scum!!"


    Dragon Grand kneeled, his body burned to a crisp on one side, the giant sword now nted in the ground, unable to lift it again. His life force was drained.


    "That''s right." Orson shrugged indifferently, casually waving his hand. Crimson Lizard King rushed toward Dragon Grand, viciously devouring him along with the other NPC corpses.


    After consuming several Lord-ss NPCs and many yers, Crimson Lizard King''s health reached 15 million.


    While it didn''t grow as fast as eating dragons, getting Lord-ss corpses was much easier.


    Orson then used the Soul Collector to store the souls of these Lord-ss NPCs, inching closer to refining high-quality Soul Elixirs.


    "Bring the NPCs over." Orson messaged Drunken Dream.


    Drunken Dream: "Submitting the task, right? I''m on my way."


    Hazel''s parents, seeing their savior, instantly became tearfully grateful: "Great adventurer, we can never thank you enough! The Xien family will forever be in your debt¡­" Readtest stories on empire


    "Forget it now. Just forget about it," Orson murmured with a smile. Instantly turning into a venomous creature, he sted a chaotic ball directly to their faces.


    Boom!


    Boom!


    Drunken Dream''s brow furrowed, and a surge of anger welled up inside him. He swung his dragon spear to disperse the magic sphere.


    Quickly shielding Hazel''s parents behind him, he fumed, "You! Why the hell do you keep changing your mind? Friend, you''ve got some real issues with your worldview!"

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    "What''s wrong with my worldview shattering? As long as I''m strong enough, the world will reshape my image."


    Orson said with a smile, as the onught of his Chaos Magic Balls became even more fierce.


    Block!


    Block!


    ...


    Drunken Dream continuously blocked, and it only took a few seconds for him to go from shock to rage.


    The man in front of him was a madman, a crazy person who''d lost his mind from ying the game!


    We''re not on the same path¡ªthis kind of friend is better avoided!


    Although Drunken Dream had been blind since childhood, he always had a heart of a swordsman. He had long aspired to be someone who would draw his sword to help the helpless in times of need...


    At first, when Orson ruthlessly attempted to wipe out all NPCs, Drunken Dream could understand it as simple greed¡ªeveryone had moments of greed.


    But now, with the Lord''s private soldiers all ughtered, and Orson still nning to attack allies for a few worthless pieces of equipment, Drunken Dream had a sudden epiphany: this person was not someone he could work with!


    "Burning damage..."


    Drunken Dream furrowed his brows as the chaotic mes on his Dragon Spear burned towards his hand. He had already witnessed just how overpowered this skill was.


    "This skill can be broken!"


    Whoosh!


    Drunken Dream suddenly withdrew his Dragon Spear into his inventory, and Orson''s eyes narrowed.


    "Not bad, you get a 99 for your adaptability. I just have one point left to give you, and that''s for fear you''ll get too full of yourself."


    This tactic was simr to when Orson briefly withdrew the Crimson Lizard King into his Battle Space to avoid a lethal blow or negative buffs. Both techniques used spatial magic to iste most negative effects.


    Next moment, the Dragon Spear reappeared in Drunken Dream''s hand, continuing to shatter the fireballs.


    Every time zing Burn spread, he would withdraw his spear, repeating the process.


    Facing Orson''s unstoppable attack speed, Drunken Dream couldn''t help but sweat profusely, growling lowly, concentrating all his attention on defense.


    At the same time, he ordered Hazel''s parents to head toward the task submission point as quickly as possible.


    "The me Dragon!"


    Orson said lightly as the me Dragon descended from the sky, its momentum terrifying as it crashed toward Drunken Dream.


    "Unleash the Power!"


    Drunken Dream''s face shifted as he threw a charged punch toward the sky. A shockwave burst forth, scattering The me Dragon into the air.


    Hazel''s Father: "Hero from another world, on behalf of the Xien family, we thank you for your great kindness!"


    Hazel''s Mother: "Adventurer, you will be a distinguished guest of our tinum Family. We hope you will visit our Xien family head in the future."


    "Your affinity with Bass Xien has increased..."


    "Your affinity with Melissa Xien has increased..."


    Drunken Dream''s brows knitted tightly. The man before him was so powerful it left him breathless. He was in no mood to listen to system notifications; his entire focus was on defense.


    Why not attack? Because he couldn''t. The opponent was a freakin'' mage!


    "Move faster! Stop hesitating!" Drunken Dream snapped, annoyed. Hazel''s parents had barely moved a few dozen meters, and their incessant chatter was driving him crazy.


    Orson''s mouth curled upward as he threw out an explosive fireball. Drunken Dream instinctively raised his spear to stab at it.


    Boom!


    The zing fireball exploded.


    "Damn!!" Drunken Dream''s forehead broke out in cold sweat. He was thinking of removing his armor to block the zing Burn, but before he could act, a heavy downpour arrived.


    Storm de!


    Pfft, pfft¡­


    The fireball was extinguished by the rain des, and the surrounding mist quickly spread. Drunken Dream felt goosebumps on his arms as the visibility in the fog dropped below two meters.


    He closed his eyes, nning to rely on sound to locate his opponent.


    Born blind, he had developed extraordinary hearing, and he was confident no blinding skill could affect him.


    "Listen carefully; no matter how well he moves, he will make a sound." Drunken Dream muttered to himself.


    However¡­


    Some people were more slippery than Drunken Dream could ever imagine.@@novelbin@@


    Orsonughed quietly in the mist, casting the Mud Trap skill beneath his feet.


    By deliberately slowing himself down, the hidden effect was that his footsteps would vanish¡­


    Orson slowly walked past Drunken Dream, who was still standing there stiffly with his spear, trying to look cool.


    "Why aren''t you attacking me?"


    "Why?"


    Two secondster, Drunken Dream suddenly realized. "Shit, he''s attacking the NPCs!"


    ng!


    The spear shot forward like a dragon, and Drunken Dream gritted his teeth. "You''ve gone too far!"


    With that, Drunken Dream kicked Orson out of his team. This time, he was really pissed off. He had no tolerance for bullies!


    Hazel''s Father Bass continued to babble: "Honorable hero, are you protecting us with your life? Hazel is so lucky to have a friend like you!"


    Hazel''s Mother Melissa: "May the God of Light bless the great hero!"


    "Your affinity with Bass Xien has increased to 60 points."


    "Your affinity with Bass Xien has increased to 70 points."


    ...


    "Your affinity with Melissa Xien has increased..."


    At this point, Hazel''s parents were looking at Drunken Dream with eyes that practically oozed affection.


    Orson squinted, his face filled with amusement, as he sent a secret message: "Left, right, left, right, undying body."


    Drunken Dream froze for a while. Orson didn''t give him a chance to respond and suddenly distanced himself, bringing his hands together.


    "Earthquake!"


    Two massive stone dragons charged toward Drunken Dream''s left nk!


    "Left left?"


    Drunken Dream was dumbfounded. His spear moved inrge arcs, forcefully smashing the stone dragon on the left.


    At that moment, two chaotic fireballs came from the right¡­


    Even Drunken Dream, if he were any slower, would have realized. The sudden attack on Hazel''s parents was clearly a setup arranged by the Mage God!


    "Your affinity with Melissa Xien has increased to 80 points!"


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    "Your affinity with..."


    Drunken Dream felt his scalp tingle. He had to admire the Three Crown King''s way of thinking. He had figured out the fastest way to build affinity with NPCs: one person ys the good cop, and the other ys the bad cop.


    "You will face judgment!"


    Orson shouted with dramatic ir as heunched a Brahma''s Divine me into the air. Drunken Dream immediately activated his Godyer Body, resisting the massive damage.


    "Hero!"


    "May the great Drunken Dream Lord be blessed!"


    Hazel''s Mother released Mana Dispel to remove the burn debuff.


    The Dragon Knight stood tall, his majestic figure towering over all.


    To Hazel''s parents, he was a divine messenger, the King of the Dragon Knights, a legendary hero in the Infinite Dimensions world!


    "You have obtained a hidden quest clue."


    "Would you like to check it?"


    His affinity with them quickly reached a full 99 points.


    "Is it maxed?" Orson asked privately.


    "It''s maxed, but my friend, I really thought you were going to kill me just now," Drunken Dream said with a bitter smile.


    "The front was the test, the back is the performance."


    Orson replied without hesitation, then dramatically shouted: "Damn! You''ve forced me to use up all my mana, Dragon Knight, we''ll settle this another time!"


    The Crimson Lizard King flew low to the ground, and Orson leaped onto its head, flying off.


    Drunken Dream was shocked, wondering how the Three Crown King yed games so differently from ordinary people.


    "Hazel''s parents invite you to join the Xien family."


    "Quest time limit: None"


    "Quest penalty: None."


    "Note: Joining the Xien family may influence your future faction alignment."


    "Do you ept Bass Xien''s proposal?"


    The prompt chimed, and Drunken Dream quickly asked Orson for his opinion via private chat.


    "Of course, join. You need to marry the Duke''s eldest daughter. That will bring you endless benefits," Orsonughed lightly. The situation was developing just as he had nned.


    Drunken Dream, as a Silver Dragon Knight, would always join the tinum Family, and Orson was just speeding up the process by n times.


    "The Duke''s daughter? Can we go with someone else?" Drunken Dream hesitated.


    Orson replied sarcastically: **"Oh, you''re picky? That woman is one of the Seven Beauties of the Light


    Dragon Empire."**


    "Probably a bit more beautiful than Wedge," Orson added.


    "Wedge... I''ve already made ns, but in the game world, is Hazel okay?" Drunken Dream blushed; he liked loli characters.


    "Get lost! Not okay!" Orson reacted violently, scaring Drunken Dream: "Are you into that kind of girl too?"


    "Bullshit! I just want to give US gamers a glimmer of hope!" Orson put on a serious face, severely reprimanding Drunken Dream''s improper thoughts.

 Chapter 129 129: A Bountiful Harvest

    "Region Announcement: yer Drunken Dream and others sessfullypleted the high-difficulty task [Wedding Banquet]."


    "Reward: 50 Free Attribute Points, 70 Skill Points, 5 Talent Points, 300 Gold Coins."


    "yer Drunken Dream''s military achievements are remarkable. He single-handedly repelled the bandits and sessfully rescued Hazel''s parents!"


    "Reward: Free Attribute Points..."


    "And gained the favor of Hazel''s parents, joining one of the five tinum Families of the Light Dragon Empire, the Xien Family!"


    Oh no!


    I''ve be a bandit!


    Orson, seeing the region announcement, was struck speechless. While the tactic of manipting affinity wasn''t exactly honorable, did this game really have to p him with the "bandit" title?


    Crazy Handsome: "Single-handedly!! Did Drunken Dream actually take down Orgod too?"


    Crazy Handsome: "If he did, that''s awesome! I''ve never liked that guy."


    The yers from the earlier party were all in high spirits, surrounding Drunken Dream, cheering him on. Compared to Orgod, who everyone feared, they were far more eager to tter the rich and clueless Supreme Guild leader!


    ThunderStrike: "My bro is incredible! Orgod''s not on the victory list. Did Drunken Dream really take him down?"


    DonutWizard: "Karma! Served him right!"


    "That god must''ve been ambushed by Drunken Dream. A mage standing next to a dragon knight? It''s like asking for death!"


    "Come on! Keep killing me! This is karma! The one who killed the whole room in a second!"


    "Haha, look at this! If I''m not mistaken, Vile Tyrant''s red-name title means all his equipment must''ve dropped! His strength is greatly reduced!"


    ¡­


    The world chat was full of people kicking Orson while he was down. When they saw that Orgod wasn''t on the reward list, they immediately began mocking.


    "Yeah, yeah, everything you said is true."


    Orson waspletely speechless. He gave a sly smile, deciding to humor these foolish kids.


    "The Staff of Power has changed owners! It''s now anonymous!"


    "The Power Shoulder Guards are also anonymous. They were probably sold by the Supreme Guild leader. My god! How much did that insane staff sell for?"


    "30,000 Gold Coins each, buying the legendary items off Godyer!"


    "I''ll raise the price by 30,001 Gold Coins!"


    The world channel went wild, unable to pull themselves out of the frenzy. Orson had set all the equipment''s ownership to "anonymous," creating the illusion that Orgod had been defeated and his gear had dropped.


    After all, to regr yers, a red-named mage letting a dragon knight get his back was clearly suicide, right?


    Bradley: "Bro! Speak up! Your equipment''s gone, let''s go farm again! Don''t be so depressed."


    Madman: "Say something, you idiot. The Godyer assassin team is all set up, ready to steal Supreme Guild''s loot!"


    The duo, along with others, sent worried messages to Orson, fearing he might be severely affected by the loss of his gear.


    While great equipment was important, they believed in Orson''s ability to bounce back. The real issue was whether he''d let this setback knock him down.


    Heartbroken Loli: "Brother, please speak. I''ll let you craft a few staffs again, I beg you. I just joined the guild." Discover stories at empire


    Old Yin: "I told you¡­ stop pretending. Now you''re the one getting bullied."


    Iron Cavalry: "Not talking, huh? The family business will proceed immediately!"


    ¡­


    A flood of private messages arrived. Orson sighed, holding his chin: "A bunch of idiots."


    Orgod: "I''m still alive! Drunken Dream''s my mount, what are you shouting about?"


    Orson patiently exined that he had voluntarily left the team.


    Bradley: "Holy crap!! You''ve gone crazy! You''re riding... a person!?"


    Madman: "6."


    Heartbroken Loli: "So perverted, so unfair, I really like it!"


    The group burst intoughter again, causing Orson''s scalp to tingle. What kind of people were they?!


    "I guess I should exin myself too, at least make sure everyone knows¡­ we''re allies," Drunken Dream messaged, attaching a blushing emoji.


    Drunken Dream was feeling uneasy. Supreme Guild members were all congratting him on "ying the demon." The whole guild''s poprity had skyrocketed because of his "ambush" against Orgod.


    But the more they praised him, the more guilty he felt. He could clearly sense the insurmountable gap in strength between himself and the Three Crown King.


    In Orson''s presence, whether it was his technical skill, game strategy, or enemy tactics, Drunken Dream felt like a total newbie.


    Could he really defeat him and loot his gear?


    Me?


    "I don''t need to exin, but you''re right about one thing¡ªwe''re allies."


    Orson smiled faintly, then paused before asking, "Do you want to survive in the fight for control of The Upton Family?"


    "How do you know about that¡­"


    "I know everything about you. The eldest son of the hidden aristocracy, The Upton Family, destined to inherit the family, but your siblings disagree."


    Orson''s expression remained calm as he asked again, "Do you want to survive?"


    Drunken Dream''s face turned pale as he was surrounded by people, struggling to suppress his shock. How did Orgod know this?


    In reality, Drunken Dream was lying in the mansion basement, with only an old butler by his side.


    Ever since the head of the Upton family passed away, Drunken Dream had been constantly on edge, always watching out for other Upton family members.


    He feared death¡ªespecially a sudden, mysterious death.


    "This doesn''t matter. The real question is: are you willing to be someone else''s pawn?"


    Orson''s voice seemed to possess a strange allure, continuously echoing in Drunken Dream''s ear.@@novelbin@@


    "What do you think? My friend?"


    Drunken Dream struggled topose himself, his face full of bitterness.


    If he had a choice, he would even give up his inheritance, choosing to forever wander the world of Infinite Dimensions.


    But his parents wouldn''t allow it, and neither would his uncles from the Upton Family, even though he was considered useless. The stakes were simply too high.


    "Then do as I say, my brave¡­ friend."


    Orson almost slipped up, but after getting Drunken Dream''s confirmation, he closed the private chat.


    After cleaning up the battlefield, Orson nodded in satisfaction, now holding an S-rank red skill book: [War Saint''s Protection].


    However, this book wasn''t as effective as the Dragon Grand, which was a bit disappointing.


    The 1st level [War Saint''s Protection] required sacrificing 70% health, granting only 2.5 seconds of invincibility to yers within range.


    To reach the level where Dragon Grand could give 10 seconds of invincibility to everyone, a huge amount of skill points and gold would be needed to max out the skill.


    Cain, the lord of the private army, didn''t disappoint¡ªevery item dropped was valuable.


    Orson wasn''t going to be polite to Drunken Dream, who came from a wealthy family. He took everything, leaving the less valuable purple-level gear to be auctioned and stuffing the better items into the guild warehouse.


    "Guild Leader Godyer has stored a legendary weapon."


    "Guild Leader Godyer has stored an A-level skill book."


    "Guild Leader..."


    The guild chat, which had calmed down briefly, exploded once again.


    "OMG¡­ Boss, did you raid the empire''s treasury?"


    "Three legendary weapons at level 35, two pieces of armor, over twenty purple-level items below level 30, and more than a dozen B+ skill books¡­"


    The guild members couldn''t take their eyes off the treasure hoard, drooling all over the ce.


    Selling just one of these could easily buy a house¡ªat least a few hundred thousand gold!


    Ride Donkey find a girl: "Damn it, as your former rival, I dare ask, can you sell me these epic items at a discount?"


    "Not selling."


    Orson replied indifferently.


    Ride Donkey find a girl: "Go to hell!"


    There were many wealthy yers in the guild. When they heard this, they were immediately deted.


    Not only was Orson not selling, but he was even unting it!


    "Not selling, but I can give it to you." Orson smiled.

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    Once these words were spoken, the members of Godyer couldn''t help but shamelessly stretch out their ws:


    Absolute Kid: "Hohohoho!!! Boss, that two-handed greatsword totally suits my style, please consider me first!"


    Madman: "Why don''t you go die? A priest using a greatsword to kill people?"


    Madman (serious face): "I suggest considering me, I''m an all-around yer, no ss restrictions!"


    Bradley: "If you''re all going to be shameless, don''t me me for being shameless too. Dual-wielding or switching to greatsword flow is also not out of the question."


    The best item dropped from Dragon Grand and the others was Dragon Grand''s Great Sword of the ive. It required level 35 to equip, and its stats were powerful enough to rival a level 40 legendary sword, with the additional abilities of Armor Shatter and Piercing Edge. It was an extremely brutal weapon.


    The most important part, however, was its appearance¡ªit looked so imposing that just wielding it could attract the gazes of many people.


    "Let''s see if you guys even reach level 35 first. If you don''t work hard on leveling, how can you conquer the Infinite Dimensions world?" Orson said disdainfully, shattering their dreams.


    The truth was, he didn''t let them take the weapon because there weren''t any suitable greatsword users in the guild. Among warriors, shy dual-wielders and more cost-efficient sword-and-shield users were far moremon. The greatsword user was hard to master, and with slow attack speeds, only a few yers could truly handle it.


    Orson nced at his experience bar¡ªhe was 17% away from hitting level 35. While his current 20-level Power Set still worked for regr yers, his Fox n Mage Set was starting to fall behind. Against higher-level NPCs and Domain Masters, it wouldn''t be enough.


    He had two pieces of 35-level mage armor in his warehouse, but they weren''t a set, so while they improved his stats, they didn''t have much overall benefit.


    After a bit of thought, he decided to disguise himself and go to Pondenorlin City to find the Grey Dwarves, intending to craft three 35-level armors and two essory sets. He had the Dragon Spine Bones and Dragon Teeth, both of which were top-tier crafting materials.


    Next, he nned to head to Purple Thunder Fortress to find the Witch for clues about the Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye upgrade. Unlike legendary gear, Orson knew that equipment could always be farmed in dungeons, and even if the drop rates were low, he could always buy it directly with money.


    But Soul Seals were the real key to boosting hisbat strength.


    Half an hourter, inside Pondenorlin City''s Underground Barrier.


    "Master, Dragon Grand and the others¡­ they''ve fallen!"


    "The mission failed, Hazel''s parents are about to head to the royal capital!"


    Upon hearing the scout''s report, Cain''s eyes shed with killing intent. His golden aura exploded from his body, resembling a golden lion. The pressure was so overwhelming that his subordinates couldn''t help but shiver. Read thetest on empire


    But Cain quickly regained hisposure, sitting back on his throne. The deaths of Dragon Grand and his group weren''t a major loss to him. However, it was undoubtedly an act of provocation.


    "Hazel''s parents have some of your secrets. They are heading to the royal capital to seek help from the Tribunal. It seems they n to have you executed for heresy," a strange man with red scales all over his body said.


    "A bunch of good-for-nothings!" Cain''s face darkened like water. He coldly ordered, "Send themand to assemble the Celestial Army! Seven days from now, we will reim my ancestor''s divine artifact!"


    "Once we take the Celestial Fortress, the light and dark empires will wee the arrival of the God Emperor!" the strange man yelled passionately.


    "Good! The me Dragon''s Nest will fully support the young master!"


    "The Earth Dragon''s Nest will offer its full assistance!"


    "The Xien Duke family will lend a hand!"


    Several majestic figures appeared in the magical light screen in front of Cain, two dragon-shaped figures were especially spectacr.


    Global Announcement: Pondenorlin City Lord Cain will lead his army to attack Celestial Fortress in seven days. All Godyer members should prepare ordingly!


    Global Announcement: Seven dayster, the temporary safety zone in the first battlefield will be lifted.


    Global Announcement: ...


    A series of red messages appeared in the world chat.


    The Godyer members froze,pletely caught off guard. This announcement was specifically directed at their guild.


    "Heaven helps me, I knew today would be the end for the rats of Godyer!"


    "Very good, just got killed by the Supreme Guild leader, now the NPCs are going to stomp on them, too. This is perfect!"


    "Godyer will be erased in seven days. Let''s wait and see."


    A group of yers who were enemies of Godyer immediately jumped into the chat. To them, this moment felt like New Year''s Eve.


    For the top yers and guild leaders, it was a huge relief. Even those who had never personally shed with Orson understood the importance of seeing Godyer weakened.


    After all, who knew how powerful the Celestial Fortress really was? Better for the NPCs to take it over than leave it in the hands of Orgod.


    This was human nature.


    "First battlefield safety zone lifted? I think I smell an opportunity to step on someone." Inside a tavern in Pondenorlin City, Reaver grinned at hispanions.


    Reaver: "You''re right, I''ve had enough of this, and it''s lucky we got the chance now."


    DonutWizard raised an eyebrow yfully and then looked at Wedge, who was busy taking a phone call. "What does Wedge say? Should we take the chance? With my Soul Seal, I can at least hold him off, if not defeat him."


    Reaver: "Who''s on the phone? You''re so focused."


    Wedge gestured for everyone to calm down, and after a while, she hung up the externalmunication call.


    "By the time you know, you''ll understand. I have something to announce."


    Wedge smiled, her expression sweet and captivating, making a few SSR male yers'' hearts skip a beat.


    "Everyone, from now on, no one is allowed to log off for the next five days. All of you need to level up and improve yourbat strength. All core members will be equipped with the 30-level hero set."


    "On the sixth day, we will execute the Exit Strategy!"


    Wedge''s smile widened as the SSR members, like hungry wolves, eagerly began preparing.


    The Exit Strategy meant hunting down Godyer yers relentlessly, weakening theirbat strength, and all battle losses would be reimbursed by the DK Group, with added gold rewards.@@novelbin@@


    Wedge''s eyes gleamed with excitement. This was the moment she had been waiting for. The huge stone that had weighed heavily on her chest for so long was finally about to be shattered!


    This was the wish of mostrge guilds!


    Bradley: "What''s going on? Why would the lord of Pondenorlin City attack our stronghold?"


    Madman: "Not sure, probably some mess caused by your dear Orson again."


    Absolute Kid: "Damn, Cain is a high-level NPC, at least level 50, with millions of health points, and lots of powerful subordinates. What should we do, Boss?"


    The group felt their nerves tingle. They had only just captured a watchtower in Celestial Fortress, and it had already provoked Pondenorlin City''s ruler tounch an assault.


    Was the game really going to be this harsh?


    Orson walked out of the cksmith shop, staring at the announcement with a furrowed brow.


    It was no surprise that Cain would target the Celestial Fortress, but he didn''t expect it to happen so quickly.


    At this stage, the main battle members of the guild, except for him, were all around level 25. Even with the best gear, it would be difficult to counter an advanced NPC army.


    Orson took a deep breath and, without answering the others'' questions, pulled Bradley and the others into a private chat.


    "I don''t care where you are now,e find me at the residence tomorrow morning. I want to discuss our future ns."

 Chapter 131 131: Gathering at the Mansion

    The next morning, at Orson''s mansion, the Godyer guild''s core members were assembling!


    "Vance, you''d better behave. You''ll be under my surveince, and if you dare mess with Orson..."


    "Heh heh, quick slice, you know the deal."


    "Don''t talk like that. Don''t worry, Ruby''sing soon, and she''ll report to you any time!"


    Bradley, nervously holding his phone by the pool, said this, but his back was being targeted by a leg¡ªRuby''s leg, in fact.


    Ssh!


    Two hundred-plus pounds of fat made a massive ssh as a deep-water bomb. A handsome guy who was diving underwater was sted up.


    He surfaced, pointing at Bradley and cursing, "What the hell, old man! I was finally enjoying a rich man''s life, and now you''re trying to kill me?"


    The guy had sharp features, dark ck eyes, and a tall, lean build. Standing at 185 cm with eight-pack abs, he boasted about his 18 cm of truth! But when he cursed, his voice had an oddly vicious tone, like a mix of creepiness and sharpness.


    "Heh heh, entry difficulty 9.9, powerparable to a forbidden spell! Money Traveler is truly mighty!"


    A small, pretty little loli was covering her mouth, giggling as she continued to ssh water at the fallen fat guy.


    "Ruby!! Your guild application has been dyed!"


    Bradley was about to blow a fuse. Climbing back up to the pool''s edge, he was suddenly kicked back in the head by the passing handsome guy.


    "Dammit, Madman, get online and wait for me! I''m going to kill you!" Bradley raged.


    It was hard for him to ept this cruel reality. In-game, he was a cool and invincible stud, but in real life, the gods had cursed him with a handsome face and nothing else!


    The heavens were unjust, and he was pissed!


    "Typical fat guy behavior, getting angry over nothing, go y somewhere else. Your second uncle is heading upstairs for a sauna," Madmanughed, clearly enjoying the situation. It was the happiest day of his life.


    After all, in the guild, due to his creepy nature, Madman was rejected by all the female yers. But Ruby was practically worshiping the Money Traveler, and now it had turned into a dreame true!


    "Stop it. I just want to join the guild, and I want to take a picture with the triple-crown champion. Oh, and a signed autograph!" Ruby pouted like a fan girl.


    Bradley sighed helplessly. "Godyer isn''t right for you. We''re either fighting, or on our way to fight. What are you doing here, just admiring the scenery?"


    "Who says I can''t fight? I''m already level 23. If it weren''t for the difficulty of my ss awakening task, I''d totally 1v1 you and beat you up," Ruby said, frowning at Bradley.


    "Beat me up?" Bradley sneered. He was a master of both Light and Dark swords, with the "Invincible Leader" title, a thorn in the side of many guilds.


    "Really, I''ll beat you up. S-grade hidden ss task. If I canplete it, I''m stronger than you!" Ruby grabbed his shirt cor, not letting him leave.


    Bradley''s eyes flickered. Hearing that, he said, "Let''s talk when you''re online. If it''s true, I''ll help you out."


    Ruby grinned mischievously. "You''re too weak, you can''t help me."


    "Weak? You''re talking nonsense." Bradley coldly smiled. His little cousin had no idea how great Money Traveler was.


    "Just curious, how many times did I beat you up as a kid? It must be more than a hundred, right?"


    Ruby raised her slender, white foot, her gaze sharp as she performed an acrobatic move, locking Bradley''s plump head in ce. "The Infinite Dimensions world blends with reality. Don''t think just because you y more than me, you''re stronger."


    "You... I only did it because I was afraid of hurting you." Bradley''s face turned green as he tried to keep his cool and walked away.


    "Brother~~ just let the triple-crown champion give in to me, you guys are so close!"


    Ruby pouted and began to act cute. Bradley''s head hurt from the irritation. He stalled, iming Orson was delivering lunch to the hospital.


    "Excuse me, is that Mercedes outside yours? Could you move it, please? Thank you."


    Not long after, someone knocked and entered the living room.


    Madman, justing out from the sauna, was yawning. He immediately straightened up, his inner "simp" awakening. "Wait, it''s my car! I''ll move it!"


    "Hey, are you some actress? You look so familiar."


    Madman flexed his eight-pack abs with a casual swagger, making sure to show off his body.


    The beautiful woman at the door had an elegant oval face, phoenix eyes, and a tall, slender figure, wearing a green floral dress. She exuded a unique, ssical beauty. Her voice was soft and sweet, making Madman feel weak at the knees.


    With a smile, she said, "Yes, I''ve appeared in a few low-budget TV dramas."


    "Wait, you''re Yara... from ''Rebirth of Beauty''? You... you''re the guild''s tree-nting sister?" Madman''s jaw dropped.


    What low-budget TV dramas? This was one of the hottest US series of the year!


    She was known as the "beautiful tree-nting sister," and now it turned out she was the female lead of that drama¡ªshe was a full-blown star!


    Yara frowned slightly, clearly not fond of being called the "tree-nting sister." She said indifferently, "I like the life of this profession."


    "Hey, is anyone there? Anyone?"


    A nervous voice came from outside the courtyard fence. A guy''s head popped up, looking like a scared rabbit, as if afraid he''de to the wrong ce.


    "Uh, I''m Female... Dorm God."


    The young man, carrying a travel bag, looked embarrassed. His real-life self-disclosure made him feel super awkward.


    "Little Priest Stewart, right?"


    Madman rolled his eyes, irritated. "Change your shoes ande in. If your feet stink, go out and air them out beforeing back. Don''t interrupt my love life."


    "Uh, can I wear shoe covers?"


    "No, go y somewhere else."@@novelbin@@


    Madman ignored Stewart and instead focused all his attention on Yara, his gaze intense as he adjusted his hair, trying to impress her with his masculine charm.


    "Are you really Orson?"


    "Absolutely. My looks speak for themselves."


    "Sorry, I think I might be at the wrong ce..."


    Yara, slightly panicked, was about to leave when she looked up at Madman and said coldly, "Madman, you''re not as handsome as him, and your aura is totally off. You must be the vice president, a creepy mad dog."


    "Creepy mad dog?! Who the hell gave the vice president that nickname?!"


    "Stop pretending, Madman."


    Bradley, now in a fresh T-shirt, walked over and squeezed Madman aside with his taller physique. He warned, "Stop acting like a psycho and scaring people off. Little Priest Stewart changed into new slippers outside, and Nightshade''s on her way."


    "You''re... Kaikai!"


    Yara was stunned when she saw Bradley.


    Bradley, feeling awkward, lowered his head. In the game, he was the invincible warrior, but now he felt insecure in front of a beautiful star.


    "You''re so cute in person!"


    Yara''s expression softened as she dashed forward and jumped to hug Bradley.


    Bradley instinctively caught her delicate body, but then he felt a sharp, cold gaze from behind. It was Ruby, rolling her eyes fiercely.


    "Police station? I think my brother''s about to cheat!"


    Yara, no longer pretending to be ady, affectionately pinched Bradley''s cheek. "I knew it, you''re just as cute and righteous in person as in the game!"


    "I... can''t handle this."


    Madman stood off to the side, looking dejected. He muttered, "What is this worlding to? Even beauty standards are copsing. Damn it, damn it!" Continue your adventure with empire

 Chapter 132 132: The Bottom Line for US Players

    The next day, Orson stepped out of the hospital, having sessfully arranged for the kidney transnt that his sister needed. Her surgery would take ce in two days.


    As he was about to hail a cab, a familiar face approached him¡ªCharles, with his long face.


    "Charles," Orson greeted with a smile, feeling less hostility than before. Charles had been the one visiting the hospital most often in recent days.


    Charles awkwardly smiled back.


    "Here to see Sienna again?" Orson asked, noticing Charles chatting with a burly man nearby. The man handed Orson and Charles each a pack of cigarettes.


    The burly man was K.D.''s security personnel stationed here, and Charles had gotten acquainted with him through some past encounters. A few days ago, Charles had been lurking near Sienna''s hospital room, which had raised suspicions among the guards. He''d gotten a ck eye for his trouble, and if Sienna hadn''t recognized him, he might''ve had more than just a bruise to worry about.


    "I was just passing by," Charles scratched his head, giving an awkward grin.


    "Passing by? You''ve been here since this morning, waiting for me to show up," the burly man teased, knowing Charles was the kind to act friendly with anyone, even aplete stranger.


    "Hey, don''t ruin my cover. I''ve been here for Sienna, really. I also wanted to catch up with Orson," Charles said with augh as he motioned for Orson to join him in his car.


    Orson, however, wasn''t fooled. "Cut the act, Charles. You''re the type who doesn''t do anything without a motive."


    Charles grinned, unbothered. "Hey, don''t make me sound so crass. I''m only here because I owe you one. If I still have a job, it''s thanks to your wisdom."


    Orson shot him a side nce. Charles was good at ttering people, but Orson wasn''t going to fall for it. Instead, he pressed on, "I''m sure you''ve got something useful to share. Let''s hear it."


    Charles leaned in, lowering his voice. "I''ve got intel on SSR''s next big moves. We have a reliable channel to ensure the information is genuine."


    Orson raised an eyebrow. "Let me guess. They n to gang up on us during the NPC army assault, right?"


    Charles nodded enthusiastically. "Exactly! Or maybe they''ll weaken us in the wilderness before the NPCs even arrive?"


    "Right," Orson said with a smirk, clearly unimpressed. "Is that all you''ve got? Lauren''swork already told me about that. I know what SSR''s up to, down to thest detail. What else?"


    Charles, however, wasn''t done. "There''s more. You won''t believe this. During thest base battle, when SSR lost miserably, one of their members discovered something huge."


    Orson looked intrigued. "Oh? Go on."


    Charles''s grin widened. "They found an ancient teleportation portal. And get this¡­ It connects to the UJ region."


    Orson''s mind went nk for a moment. "Wait... what?"


    Charles leaned in, whispering with excitement. "Yeah, that''s right. The teleportationwork that links different regions in Infinite Dimensions. They''ve found a way to bypass the magical barrier and open a direct portal to the UJ region."


    "Holy crap..." Orson cursed under his breath. This was huge.


    Each region in Infinite Dimensions was connected by ancient teleportation gates, but these gates were usually protected by magical barriers. yers could only ess them once the game had been live for a year, at which point they''d have to pay a hefty fee for cross-region travel. Normally, the gates would disappear and reset to new locations, making them extremely hard to find. But if SSR had indeed discovered a way to lock one in ce and break through the barrier...


    "That''s insane. But the question is, can they actually pull it off?" Orson said, rubbing his temples.


    Charles nodded. "Wedge, through the Church, managed to figure out how to stabilize the teleportation point. Soon, it''ll be open to UJ yers."


    Orson''s mind raced. UJ was one of the strongest regions in Infinite Dimensions. If UJ yers coulde to other regions, it would shake the bncepletely, especially in areas where smaller, weaker regions were already struggling.@@novelbin@@


    "If this is true, this could be bad," Orson muttered. "If UJ gets involved, it''s not just a battle for us. It''s a global-scale power shift."


    "Exactly," Charles said with a sly grin. "I don''t need to tell you what this means. You lose this battle, and it could be the end for you."


    Orson wasn''t surprised. He had always known the stakes of internationalpetitions. Losing to UJ yers wasn''t just about the game¡ªit was a matter of national pride. The US''s reputation was on the line.


    Charles leaned back, sensing Orson''s concern. "So, I''m sure you know what needs to be done. If you''re not careful, SSR could secretly work with UJ yers to turn the tide in their favor. You can''t afford to lose." Explore more stories at empire


    Orson sighed. "I know. I''ve been through this before." He paused, his expression serious. "But if we win, it''ll be a massive reversal."


    Charles looked pleased, sensing an opening. "Which brings me to the offer... I need your help with something."


    Orson raised an eyebrow. "Go on."


    Charles''s eyes gleamed. "Help us take over two mid-sized guilds, and we''ll work closely with you. Our intelwork will be at your disposal."


    Orson thought for a moment. He knew Charles was offering a tempting deal, but there had to be a catch. "I''ll think about it."


    Charles grinned widely. "Great! Just let me know."


    Later that day, Orson walked into his mansion, where the usual crew had gathered in the living room, eating snacks and chatting.


    Stewart, the little priest, turned excitedly when he saw Orson. "Boss, you live in a ce like this and you didn''t tell me? I was about to book a hostel!"


    "Hey, I almost couldn''t hold them back anymore. Ruby, get over here!" Bradley said, grabbing Ruby by the pigtails.


    Ruby bared her little tiger teeth and yelled, "You''re the little spinning top! Let go of me! I''m finally meeting Orgod in person, and I want a picture! I want a close-up!"


    "Sure, but if the president''s toozy, I''ll take care of her," Madman interjected with a wicked grin.


    "Not a chance, you weirdo!" Bradley said, shoving Madman aside. He was about to grab Ruby, but before he could, the rest of the crew leapt into action to stop him.


    Ruby bounced up to Orson, looking up at him with big eyes. "Please, Orson, I''m your biggest fan. Can I have a photo?"


    Bradley sighed, rubbing his forehead. "She''s my cousin. My girlfriend insisted I bring her. She''s trying to join the guild too."


    Orson paused, remembering something Bradley had mentioned in passing before. Ruby had once had the potential to awaken an S-rank warrior ss, but she had given up because the task was too hard and shecked help. Right now, the guild was looking for someone suitable to wield the [Giant Sword], and maybe Ruby could be that person.


    Ruby pouted and added, "My cousin keeps spreading rumors that you''re bad with women, but I don''t care. I don''t judge!"


    Orson raised an eyebrow. "Bad with women?"


    Bradley froze, realizing what was happening. He quickly muttered, "Uh, well, I was just worried she''d mess things up... But I guess I was wrong. It looks like she''s the one causing trouble, not you."


    Orson turned to him, his gaze darkening. "Bradley! We need to talk."


    Bradley looked guilty as he stammered, "Well, that''s... uh... you know, I was trying to keep her from causing any chaos. She''s, uh... got a bit of an energy problem."

 Chapter 134 134: Ancient Crocodile Dragon

    "Angry Dragon Sacred Set... Even with the Dragon Horn and Dragon Bone, the sess rate is still this low."


    Orson frowned. Last night, he had gone to the Grey Dwarves with materials from the Frost Dragon, but even with their help, the sess rate of crafting the 35-level Angry Dragon Sacred Set was only 35%.


    There was a way to increase the sess rate to 70%, which was to use the sacred Dragon Crystal as the primary material. However, Orson didn''t think it was worth it. After all, the Crimson Lizard King had already reached 300% of its Devour Growth and needed a Dragon Crystal to upgrade into a Domain Lord-level Beast.


    From a power-up perspective, it was clear that the Crimson Lizard King had to prioritize the legendary three-piece set. Moreover, using a Dragon Crystal just doubled the chances; it wasn''t a guaranteed sess, which made the cost-benefit ratio too low.


    "Forget it, I''ll just upgrade the Soul Seal first."


    Orson muttered to himself, but in his heart, he was already plotting how to find a chance to take down Burns the Guardian, that Earth Dragon. To solve the material issue, it was simply a matter of killing a few more dragons.


    Disguised, Orson left the city and summoned the Crimson Lizard King.


    "Lord-ss Beast... What is this, a big brother? We''re farming level 22 monsters, and you''re summoning this thing to steal the kills?"


    "Orsix? Isn''t that Orgod?"


    "Unbelievable, a boss with over ten million HP, and it''s his beast?"


    ...


    Orson mounted his Lizard King, drawing gasps from the yers farming monsters outside the city. The massive figure of the Crimson Lizard King made people''s scalps tingle, and they couldn''t help but feel envious, fantasizing about one day riding their own battle beasts in Infinite Dimensions.


    "He''s acting so cocky, aside from the idiot beast following him around, all of his top-tier equipment is exposed."


    "Yeah, now he doesn''t even dare to take off his disguise. What, afraid we''ll see his trash gear? Ha-ha!"


    Of course, many yers were snickering at his expense. The three-crown king had just been "stripped" by the Dragon Knight, and soon after, the Celestial Fortress was being attacked by NPC armies. Naturally, other top guilds would take the opportunity to kick him when he was down.


    In their eyes, Godyer was already a thing of the past, barely hanging on, and Orgod would be a joke for many yers tough at.


    Orson heard these light-hearted remarks but remained unfazed, casting a cold nce at the farming yers before smiling faintly. He deliberately kept his imperial robe disguise on, hoping the yers would think he was nervous.


    Vroom...


    A wild gale swept through, and the Crimson Lizard King spread its wings over a hundred meters, blowing the idle yers scattered in all directions. In the blink of an eye, the crimson gale vanished into the sky.


    Ten minutester, Orson arrived above Purple Thunder Fortress.


    "Poison Rain?"


    Orson''s gaze sharpened as purple rain suddenly poured down from the sky.


    Poisoned -1000


    Poisoned -1200


    ...


    The damage from the purple poison rain kept increasing, and Orson''s sharp eyes scanned the area. A thick purple mist covered the sky, obscuring the view of the city.


    The reason Purple Thunder Fortress got its name was because of the toxic mist that surrounded it, forming a natural poison barrier that protected the city.


    "Wind God''s Sigh."


    Orson waved his staff, and a fierce wind blew, dispersing the poisonous clouds above, stopping the poison damage.


    "Bloodthirsty Butcher Orgod, you are not wee here," a deep male voice echoed in Orson''s ears.


    "Guardian of Purple Thunder Fortress?" Orson''s expression darkened.


    "Know your ce, and leave now!" the voice growled.


    The Guardian of Purple Thunder Fortress was a deadly creature with both poison and thunder attributes, known as the Crocodile Dragon. Though it had "dragon" in its name, it was not rted to the Dragon n. In truth, it was a giant, poisonous alligator turtle, but due to its immense power, it had be a guardian, just like lower-ranked dragons.


    "Do you want Purple Thunder Fortress to follow Pondenorlin City and dere war on me?" Orson sneered.


    The Crocodile Dragon did not respond. Orson remained calm: "I came to Purple Thunder Fortress on a mission. If you darey a hand on me, I''ll destroy you."


    "Hmph, you think you can act up just because you killed an old wild dragon?" A dull thud resounded, and suddenly, a purple lightning bolt streaked through the sky. Orson''s eyes narrowed as the surrounding space cracked with a sound, and a destructive aura erupted.


    The Crimson Lizard King roared and unleashed its Destruction Breath, countering the purple lightning head-on.


    To Orson''s surprise, the purple lightning seemed alive, splitting into more than ten smaller bolts, which exploded on impact.


    The Crimson Lizard King growled and stretched its neck, epting the damage head-on. Immediately, the crimson scales on its body began to show signs of corrosion.


    Poisoned -10000


    Poisoned -15000


    ...


    Exaggerated damage numbers kept popping up, and within just a few breaths, it had umted nearly 100,000 poison damage¡ªan astonishing amount!


    "Are you sure you want to make a move on me? Fine then!" Orson''s eyes shed with madness. The purple mist surrounded him, and although he couldn''t see where the Crocodile Dragon was hiding, if Purple Thunder Fortress didn''t have a barrier, then it was not his problem!


    Suddenly, a massive six-pointed star appeared above Purple Thunder Fortress, and the surging fire element dispersed the poison mist.


    Orson''s face was cold as he raised his hands. His Sacred Realm Power Staff floated before him.


    "Brahma''s Div..."


    "Stop! The citizens of the city are innocent. Adventurer, don''t be reckless!"


    Just as the singrity fireball was about to appear, the Crocodile Dragon could no longer stay calm. It was utterly surprised that Orson was so ruthless and ready to destroy the city at a moment''s notice.


    "It''s toote."


    Orson''s voice was icy, and a bloodthirsty aura filled the air as the singrity fireball materialized and lit up the sky above Purple Thunder Fortress.


    At that moment, Orson''s eyes narrowed, and in the swirling purple mist, a massive shadow shifted. It was obvious that the Crocodile Dragon was hiding there.


    "Celestial Descent."


    Orson whispered, and meteors began to fall from the sky. Multiple effects were triggered as three meteors were directed toward the Purple Thunder Fortress guild''s headquarters.


    He didn''t care about any regrets or whether the citizens were innocent.


    He had been poisoned by this old turtle for no reason. There was no way he wouldn''t get some revenge.


    "Damned brat!!" Stay tuned to empire


    The Crocodile Dragon let out a furious roar. Suddenly, its mountain-like body leapt high into the air, flying several hundred meters into the sky!


    With arge, moss-covered head, it extended toward Orson. Orson''s eyes widened as the creature swallowed the Brahma''s Divine me in one gulp!


    Then, with another leap, several buildings copsed as the Crocodile Dragon devoured the remaining three meteors!


    Fatal Blow -3,000,000!


    A monstrous damage number appeared, leaving Orson stunned.


    "This old turtle... is ruthless!"@@novelbin@@


    Four A-rank spells exploded inside the Crocodile Dragon, dealing an extraordinary amount of damage. This kind of damage could only ur when skills were forcibly imnted into a boss''s body, triggering very strict conditions and dealing damage that was more than double that of a regr critical hit.


    For most Lord-level bosses, this single attack would have been enough to instantly kill them.


    "Glurk..."


    The Crocodile Dragon burped and surprisingly showed little sign of damage.


    "Lady Oracle... has long been awaiting you. Please,e in." The Crocodile Dragon said with a smug burp.


    Seeing this, Orson stared nkly, checking the stats of this gigantic creature that almost filled the training grounds.


    Purple Thunder Fortress Guardian: Ancient Crocodile Dragon


    Level 90


    Domain Lord-Level Creature


    HP: 497,000,000


    Attack: ???


    Skills: ???

 Chapter 135 135: Must-See if Theres a Girl!

    "The Destroyer, you''re a lot smaller and weaker than I imagined."


    A witch in a red robe entered the training ground, the poisonous miasma around the Crocodile Dragon avoiding her as if it had a mind of its own.


    She held a ck crystal ball with delicate hands, and her entire body was enveloped in a mysterious glow, making her seem quite enigmatic.


    Her voice was sweet, and her figure was stunning, though the red robe covered most of her face, obscuring her features.


    "Smaller... Want to hear what you''re saying?" Orson furrowed his brows. This NPC clearly had no idea what 178cm of pure male god really meant.


    Of course,pared to those towering two-meter-tall NPC warriors, his original and unpolished appearance might seem rather unremarkable.


    "Destroyer? Are you sure you''re not mistaking me for someone else?" Orson looked her up and down, trying to get a better look at her face.


    The witch, however, seemed very interesting. Orson tilted his head, eyeing her, while she deliberately avoided his gaze.


    They both shook their heads, looking in opposite directions, and the scene became somewhatical.


    "Isn''t a person who causes the copse of the Infinite Dimensions world rules called a Destroyer?" the witch asked, rhetorically.@@novelbin@@


    Orson paused, then smiled. "If you''re referring to someone dering war and me striking back, then I admit to that title."


    "That''s just one of the reasons. Adventurer, you will destroy this world," the witch said softly.


    "Whatever," Orson replied, not caring. Every MMORPG had its fair share of NPCs who spouted nonsense. Besides, this world was destined to merge with reality, so destruction was just a matter of time.


    "What''s she really look like? I heard not many people have seen her true face."


    Instead, Orson was more curious about her appearance. "Could she be some huge dinosaur? Or did the gods not bother to even shape her face, leaving her with an empty shell under that hood? Is that why she''s always covering up?"


    "Orson, I don''t rmend you stare at the witch''s face. You might get poisoned by that big turtle," a proud voice rang out. It was the Empress of the Moon, d in shining silver armor, smiling as she approached.


    "You here for a quest too?" Orson asked, intrigued.


    "I was just about to message you. The ''Witch''s Worries'' quest is rted to the Crimson Butcher, so we came early," Empress of the Moon said with a smile. She was as beautiful as ever, still exuding her dual A-ss aura.


    "We? Who else..." Orson started asking, but before he could finish, a ck-robed mage rushed in.


    "My Master! I''ve found my Master again! Wherever you''re going, I''m going. No one can separate us!" It was the long-lost ShatteredCrown.


    "Get lost," Orson extended a hand and pushed the drooling face of the overeager ShatteredCrown away.


    "Young Master, it''s time to eat," came a voice from behind. YoungMaster''sckStockings, with a nk expression, held a frying pan in hand, stirring something while walking.


    "Earth Dragon meat, Blue Cloud Grass, Enchanted Spirit Herb... Fried rice?" Orson blinked in surprise. In the pan, there were more than ten rare ingredients, most of which could be consumed directly to enhance various basic attributes.


    What a rich person!


    This bowl of fried rice cost at least 100 gold coins. Ten thousand bucks for a bowl of rice?


    What kind of family is this?


    ShatteredCrown grinned. "That''s right! Fried rice is important! Soon, I''ll catch up to my Master''s level!"


    With that, he began to boast, his mouth full of rice, grinning at Orson.


    Range +1 meter


    Range +1 meter


    Orson was taken aback. This special fried rice could increase range?


    He knew that Infinite Dimensions had powerful chefs, but he never expected it to extend range through food.


    "Wait until I''ve had a few thousand bowls of ''Sacred Rice,'' then you''ll see, Master, I''ll surpass you!" ShatteredCrown grinned widely, staring intently at Orson.


    Sacred Rice?


    Orson almost froze on the spot. Wasn''t this supposed to be called "Leftover Rice"?


    Seeing Orson''s curiosity, ShatteredCrown exined eagerly. This fried rice, named Sacred Rice, cost more than 100 gold coins. Eating a whole bowl at once would increase range by 5 meters, and you could have threerge bowls a day, increasing range by 15 meters daily. However, after eating 100 bowls in a row, the effect would sharply decrease.


    Still, it could give him over 500 extra meters of range.


    "Full... I''ll rest for two hours, then have a bowl of Demon Blood Soup to restore MP," ShatteredCrown patted his stomach, showing off in front of Orson.


    Orson''s super-long range and huge MP had already been exposed to enemy guilds. ShatteredCrown, seeing Orson as his idol, mirrored his attributes to the Three-Crown King.


    "Impressive. Poor people rely on mutations; you rely on your family fortune," Orson couldn''t help but mutter, feeling a bit of jealousy. He increased range and MP with the Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye, but this kid relied on eating!


    Of course, this method of stacking attributes couldn''tpare to the Super God-grade Soul Seal. After all, Infinite Dimensions had a "satiation" system¡ªtoo much food would prevent continuous consumption.


    Empress of the Moon sighed. "Sigh, having money and resources is great. If the chef came to our Moonlight Guild, we''d have so many female yers..."


    Before she could finish, ckStockings nonchntly pulled out a chicken leg and handed it to her.


    Empress of the Moon hesitated but epted the Mystery Chicken Leg, biting into it.


    HP +50


    HP +50


    Defense +10


    Orson was taken aback. This ckStockings was really something.


    It wasn''t just Empress of the Moon who wanted to recruit her into the guild; even Orson was getting tempted.


    Having a divine-level chef in the guild meant that with enough ingredients, they could quickly boost the yers''bat power.


    "By the way, does the Crocodile Dragon kill people just because you''re looking at the witch?" Orson asked.


    Empress shrugged. "Ask ShatteredCrown, he knows best."


    ShatteredCrown piped up, "I''ve tried looking five times. Each time, I almost made it, but I was instantly killed. Master, I know you''re an old perv, but please show some restraint."


    So you won''t let me look? Fine, I''ll look anyway!


    Orson made up his mind, stepping right up to the witch and staring intently into her essence.


    The witch jumped back in shock, retreating several steps, but Orson''s eyes gleamed with determination. He wasn''t backing down.


    "How dare you disrespect Lady Witch! You little brat are seeking death!" Crocodile Dragon roared in fury, its massive body trembling as poisonous mist turned into ferocious beasts, charging toward Orson.


    "You don''t want the Earth Dragon Guild anymore?" Orson lifted his eyelids, summoning the Chaos Six-Point Star to cover the Earth Dragon Guild''s base.


    The Crocodile Dragon eyed Orson warily, annoyedly growling, as it forcefully cleared away the poison that had been corroding the air.


    "I hate seeing people hide their true faces. Since you''ve waited so long, you should show your real form."


    Orson cornered the witch, and she trembled, holding her crystal ball. Her hands shook uncontrobly.


    He pulled off her hood. Orson was momentarily stunned. The witch gradually regained herposure, and instead of attacking or running, she simply stared at him.


    "Ugly, right? Satisfied, Destroyer?"


    "Well... I think she''s okay¡­" Orson awkwardly smiled, his wild gleam in his eyes dissipating.


    ShatteredCrown immediately rushed over, also wanting to get a better look. It was such a disappointment to not be able to look at the girl.


    "What are you looking at, kid? Go y with mud," Orson said, poking ShatteredCrown''s forehead with his staff. He then apologized and ced the witch''s hood back on her.


    "Is she really that beautiful? Stop poking me with that stick!" ShatteredCrown scrambled, his rear end tightening in fear of getting poked.


    "Half her face was ruined, but she must have looked good originally... What a pity..." Orson sighed.


    Ding Dong¡ª [Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye] Level-up Quest Triggered.


    "Due to your reckless behavior, the difficulty of the quest has increased by one level. The Legendary-level quest has be Abyss-level."


    Orson immediately exploded in frustration.


    "King Dehua, this is going too far!"


    "I''ve already apologized!" Your next chapter is on empire

 Chapter 136 136: Disciple, Ill Oversee Your Dragon Slaying

    If Orson''s memory serves him right, the me Dragon''s Nest is a perilous ce, located right next to the me Demon Volcano.


    This is the ancientir of the fire-type dragons, and at least three me Dragons have made it their home.


    Empress: "Luckily, you''re only tasked with retrieving her brother''s remains, not actually ying the dragon. Otherwise, the difficulty would be at least hellish."


    ShatteredCrown: "What''s the big deal about ying a dragon? My master has done it before. What''s a lousy dragon? Just bring one, I''ll handle it!"


    Orson: "Good disciple, you''ve graduated. I''ll oversee you, and you can try ying it yourself."


    Orson nodded seriously, but ShatteredCrown immediately backed down: "No way! I want to watch my master''s heroic stance some more. Dragon-ying can wait until my second awakening!"


    Orson: "There''s no need. You''re already a grown man. You should be able to handle things on your own."


    ShatteredCrown: "Master!! Are you nning on witnessing myst rites?"


    ShatteredCrown clung desperately to Orson''s leg, wailing dramatically.


    The Chef God and Empress exchanged knowing nces, as if silently agreeing: "A couple of idiots."


    Empress: "The dungeon entrance is still quite a distance away. It''ll take at least two hours on horseback."


    ShatteredCrown: "What horse? With my master here, let''s fly there on the Crimson Lizard King¡ªthe ultimate airborne lizard!"


    ShatteredCrown perked up immediately. He had watched countless videos of Orson riding the Crimson Lizard King during base defense battles, and was immensely jealous.


    Orson: "Fine, we''ll save time. I''ll take you there."


    A spatial rift opened, and the Crimson Lizard King reappeared. Its blood-red eyes locked onto the nearby crocodile dragon, and it roared fiercely.


    Despite its massive size, the Crimson Lizard King looked like a giant spicy snackpared to the crocodile dragon, yet it didn''t diminish its violent nature.


    ShatteredCrown: "Damn! I''m riding the dragon''s head! No one better fight me for it!"


    Empress: "That''s one massive creature, even bigger thanst time! Hm..."


    The group looked over the Crimson Lizard King with curiosity, immediately feeling like the pricey horses in the stables were nothingpared to it.


    Orson: "Interesting... the Reaper Dragon n. A species extinct for countless millennia..."


    The crocodile dragon muttered, stretching and yawning before closing its eyes,pletely uninterested in the Crimson Lizard King''s threats.


    Orson: "Reaper Dragon n?"


    Orson was stirred at the mention. The Purple Thunder Fortress guardian from Infinite Dimensions had been alive for over ten thousand years and was strong enough to crush lower-tier dragons. It knew many secrets of the Infinite Dimensions worlds.


    Orson: "Big turtle, stop making us wait. What''s the Reaper Dragon n?"


    The Crimson Lizard King was a very powerful flying beast, often prioritized by beastmasters for taming. There were many Crimson Lizard Kings tamed by yers, but none had the return-to-ancient form like this one.


    The crocodile dragon grinned coldly.


    Crocodile Dragon: "They were eradicated in thest era... boy, you will walk towards their extinction once again."


    After speaking, it ignored Orson''s questions.


    Orson: "Thest era? When was that?" Enjoy more content from empire


    A cold sweat ran down Orson''s back. In his previous life, he had explored many ancient ruins, seeing strange remnants of civilizations that sparked a bold guess in his mind. But he had never dared to confirm it. Hearing the crocodile dragon''s words about the st era" now made his suspicions seem closer to reality.


    The idea was: Infinite Dimensions was not the first time this world opened. During forgotten eras, it may have opened several times. For example, the owner of the Giant Spirit God series Soul Seal¡ªa ck-haired boy¡ªwas a piece of evidence. His attire clearly wasn''t modern, resembling the style from the Qin-Han period.


    ShatteredCrown''s weird shout broke Orson''s train of thought.


    The silly kid had climbed onto the Crimson Lizard King''s nose, and before he knew it, a massive sneeze blew him off.


    ShatteredCrown: "Young master!!"


    ckStockings cried out in rm. Seeing him falling from hundreds of meters up, she wanted to follow him, but Empress stopped her.


    Empress: "Let him enjoy the first-ss seat."


    Orson smiled and shook his head. He controlled the Crimson Lizard King to dive quickly, catching ShatteredCrown in its ws.


    ShatteredCrown: "Master, are you selling this mount? I''ll offer ten billion!"


    Orson shot him an eye-roll before letting Crimson Lizard King release him midair, letting the idiot fall again before catching him once more.


    ckStockings and Empress watched, hearts in their throats, thinking ShatteredCrown would cry and beg not to be thrown around.


    But...


    ShatteredCrown: "Ohhh!! This is so damn exhrating!"


    ShatteredCrownughed maniacally as the Crimson Lizard King soared, a thrill more intense than any roller coaster.


    Empress: "Ugh, I''m doing a level 40 abyss dungeon, and I''m stuck teaming with an idiot."


    ckStockings could only sigh in response.


    The group,ughing and joking, soon reached the entrance to the dungeon.


    ShatteredCrown: "You''ve found the me Demon Volcano!"


    Everyone gasped as a towering, awe-inspiring volcano rose in the distance, ck smoke pouring from it as giant shadowy figures of monsters appeared.


    ShatteredCrown: "Something''sing at us!"


    Suddenly, over ten fireballs came hurtling toward them. Each fireball was over five meters in diameter, farrger than any spell a yer could cast.


    Orson: "Destroying Breath!"


    Orson calmly controlled the Crimson Lizard King, shattering the fireballs with ease. More fireballs rained down, but the Crimson Lizard King swiftly dodged and weaved through the barrage.


    Low-tier Fire Demon: Level 35 HP: 50,000 Attack: 1,800 Skills: Long-range strikes, Intermediate Fire Mastery


    Dozens of fire demons climbed out of the moltenva, their bodies aze with mes as they hurled fireballs at the group. While these monsters were of ordinary strength, their high attack power made it dangerous, as most yers wouldn''t survive a full barrage.


    ShatteredCrown: "Big, big, big Hailstorm!"


    ShatteredCrown raised his legendary staff and summoned a flurry ofrge hailstones to pummel the fire demons.


    ShatteredCrown: "Nice! That''s how you do it!"


    He grinned at Orson, clearly proud of his magic prowess. As a dual-element mage, dealing with these low-tier demons was easy.


    ckStockings cheered him on enthusiastically. Even Empress couldn''t help but roll her eyes as she watched Chef God pose and dance in celebration.


    Orson: "Nice, but still a bitcking."@@novelbin@@


    Orson smirked as the Crimson Lizard Kingnded. Suddenly, a blue mist began to spread from his body, enveloping the area.


    Orson: "Wee to my domain."


    With augh, Orson used the Ice Prison Ring, an S-tier ice spell that froze hundreds of low-tier fire demons in their tracks, while the surroundingva solidified and mes died out.


    In less than half an hour, Orson had wiped out over a thousand fire demons, reaching level 35 in the process.


    They passed through the me Demon Volcano and instead of heading up to the more dangerous summit, they headed toward a low-lying area.


    ShatteredCrown: "You''ve found the me Dragon''s Nest!"


    Quest 1: Retrieve Albert''s remains.


    Quest 2: Retrieve the stolen Barrier Stones (0/4).


    The quest details appeared, and suddenly, the Crimson Lizard King began to grow agitated, roaring loudly as it charged into the depths of the valley.


    Orson''s expression changed. He looked up and saw a massive me Dragon lying atop the corpse of a giant beast, dozing peacefully. The creature''s body was like a living volcano, with its fiery breath heating the air around it, causing the bones beneath it to melt.


    Before anyone could react, Orson gave ShatteredCrown a swift kick, sending him rolling down the slope.


    Orson: "Disciple, it''s your turn. I''ll hold the line for you."

 Chapter 137 137: Spreading Coins, Spreading a Lot of Coins

    "Help me, help me..."


    ShatteredCrown rolled down the slope, but this guy was quite agile, scrambling back up in a flurry of panic.


    "No more dragon ying?" Orson stifled augh, while ShatteredCrown shook his head like a rattle drum, "Next time! Definitely next time."


    Empress of the Moon: "The me Dragon lying on top of the corpse doesn''t seem that strong. Is there a chance to strike?"


    Orson nodded upon hearing this. One of the two The me Dragons had a smaller body, suggesting it was a young dragon still far from its peak.


    [The me Dragon¡¤Greedy Hoarder: Level 50]


    [The me Dragon''s Nest Master''s Youngest]


    [Domain Lord ss Creature]


    [HP: 50,000,000]


    [Attack: 9,000]


    [Skills: ???]


    Even in its youth, this 50-level dragon''s attributes were not much worse than those of an aged Frost Dragon. Especially considering The me Dragon''s reputation for unparalleled attack power, even a basic w swipe was enough to take down most frontline yers at their current level.


    The so-called dragon''sir was constructed from fossilized rib bones of some ancient behemoth, towering over a thousand meters high. It looked extremely magnificent, and even The me Dragon standing on top of them appeared tiny inparison.


    "Leviathan Beast Fossils?"


    Orson thought back to the Titan creature he had seen on the Savage Frontier. Only such terrifying, sky-devouring beings could leave behind such colossal remains.


    Of course, Leviathan wasn''t a term for a single species; it referred to a whole category of enormous creatures in the Infinite Dimensions universe.


    But Orson didn''t think creatures like The me Dragon, a lesser dragon, could have in so many Leviathan beasts. After all, these monsters were often raised by the Titan race as livestock or battle beasts, far too powerful to be taken down by dragons of such a low tier.


    Orson squinted, looking at the other me Dragon standing on top of their.


    [The me Dragon¡¤Gluttonous Devourer]


    [The me Dragon''s Nest Master''s Eldest Daughter]


    [Domain Lord ss Creature]


    [HP: 80,000,000]


    [Attack: 12,000]


    [Skills: ???]


    Empress: "The quest item is inside the dragon''sir. We can''t enter without avoiding these two me Dragons."


    Chef: "I agree. The quest hint says there might be another path to their."


    "Right, let''s take another route. We''lle back and deal with these two spicy dragon snacks when I awaken for the second time."


    ShatteredCrown quickly agreed, worried that Orson might push him into the real firepit.


    "I think..."


    Orson thought for a moment, then said, "We could take down these two little dragons one by one."


    "Huh? Big brother, with their attributes, does it really matter whether we fight them together or one by one?" Empress said with a bitter smile.


    ckStockings rolled her eyes and turned away, haughtily saying, "Don''t mistake an asional win for a habit. The Frost Dragon you killed was likely done with the instance mechanics. Without those mechanics, if we fight, it''s a death sentence."@@novelbin@@


    "Mechanics-based killing... more or less," Orson smiled faintly, then turned to Empress, who was preparing to find another way down the mountain. He said, "Would you like to keep a me Dragon as a mount?"


    Empress froze and looked at Orson in disbelief,ughing: "Don''t tease me! As far as I know, most of the candidates for dragon riders haven''t even gotten a single dragon scale, let alone a mount."


    "When have I ever teased you during our cooperation?" Orson looked calmly at everyone.


    ShatteredCrown opened his mouth in shock. "What the hell, Master, are you serious? Killing two dragons at once?"


    Thinking about it, every n Orgod mentioned hade to fruition: leading them to level up in The King Family, crushing Dragon''s Kiss Guild in the fortress wars, and even SSR.


    Orson smiled and looked at Chef. "The Infinite Dimensions system does have mechanics-based kills/plot kills. However, each instance has a perfect way to clear it, but that requires exceptional insight."


    ckStockings sarcastically made a gesture, "Go ahead, we''ll wait for you to revive. But whatever drops, we get."


    ShatteredCrown shot a re at the chef. "Hey, what''s that supposed to mean?"


    "People are saying that my Master was killed by a dragon rider, but look, he still has a red name and hasn''t died. I trust him; in my heart, he''s like Emperor Qin Shi Huang!"


    "Fine, you''re not one to talk nonsense. I vote for an all-out attack!" Empress said, her eyes shing. She knew Orson''s character well.


    "Let''s do it! Let''s do it!"


    ShatteredCrown screamed excitedly, turning on his video recording function, ready to capture Master''s shy moves.


    "What''s going on here?"


    Everyone froze. Orson reached out to both guild leaders and grinned, "Recently, my guild has been preparing for a big battle, but we''re short on funds. I''d like to make a deal¡ªlet''s have a friendly wager."


    "A wager?"


    "You want to gamble with our money?"


    ShatteredCrown and the others exchanged looks. Orson''s grin didn''t fade. "I''ll set the terms, and you put up the stakes. Seems reasonable, right?"


    "How much?" Empress rolled her eyes.


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    "The more, the better. At least two hundred thousand gold." Orson smiled.


    "Two hundred thousand?! Two hundred million... do you think I run a bank?" Empress gasped. If she got scammed, how could she exin it to the wealthy shareholders in her guild?


    "Not a problem!"


    ShatteredCrown quickly considered it without hesitation, and submitted the trade request.


    ckStockings: "Are you trying to make your mark in the history of getting scammed in games? Go ahead, young master."


    ShatteredCrown ignored ckStockings, fully trusting Orson.


    He transferred 500,000 gold to Orson and added, "If this isn''t enough, I''ll send someone to the guild warehouse to get more."


    "That''s enough."


    Looking at how easily ShatteredCrown was convinced, Orson didn''t even know what to say. If it had been any other yer, they''d have logged off and disappeared with this huge sum of money.


    "Trust me, riding dragons or ying them, it''s your choice."


    "If you don''t trust me, then forget it."


    Empress of the Moon didn''t have ShatteredCrown''s financial confidence. After calling her guild shareholders several times, she managed to scrape together 200,000 gold to give Orson.


    Empress, blushing, said, "If you scam me, I... I''ll show up at your house to sleep tomorrow!"


    "You''re wee to, but I''m afraid my house is full right now. Maybe next time," Orson said, his mouth curling into a sly smile.


    Wait.


    Is this the traditional Chaos Sect talent? Spreading money around?


    Orson couldn''t help but picture that old bastard me Fosset in his mind.


    Once the gold was in hand, Orson began his n. He opened his inventory.


    Clink, clink, clink¡­


    He started throwing coins.


    A lot of coins.


    Everyone gasped as thousands of coins fell to the ground.


    "What are you doing? Throwing all this money on the ground? What if other yers see it?" Empress asked, confused.


    ShatteredCrown: "You think he just wants to see tens of thousands of gold on the ground? I''ve done this many times."


    "Showing off again on social media? So tacky," ckStockings sneered.


    Orson ignored the chatter, continuing to throw coins with his huge money pouch. He scattered coins every 500 meters, using Earthquake to bury the coins under the ground.


    Each coin pile varied in size.


    After more than an hour of work, there were "treasures" hidden throughout a ten-kilometer radius around the dragon''sir.


    "What is this even for? Digging for gold will take forever... What a waste of time." ShatteredCrown frowned, still not understanding what his Master was doing.


    "The official description says that lower-tier dragons are greedy, cruel, and lustful... basically a collection of human negative emotions," Empress raised an eyebrow, finally realizing what Orson might be up to.


    Orson extended the treasure trove beyond the instance, piling up even more gold.


    ckStockings: "Are you nning to wait until we''re killed and then let Godyer''s teame and dig everything up? If so, you have no taste, Orgod."


    "You talk too much. You''re wasting a god-level crafting ss," Orson shook his head lightly.


    "You''re the one wasting it..."


    ckStockings gritted her teeth, about to argue back, but Orson suddenly changed his expression and summoned the Mirror of Folding.


    The range doubled


    , from five kilometers to ten kilometers.


    Through the mirror, Orson locked onto The me Dragon¡¤Greedy Hoarder.


    A Chaos Magic Ball shot through the mirror,nding squarely on the greedy dragon''s head.


    Boom!


    Critical Hit -2,500!


    Dragon''s Blood Unit Damage Bonus +100%!


    Damage +2,500!


    Burn -4,000!


    Damage +4,000!


    The dragon roared angrily, its beastly eyes scanning the sky for the cowardly attacker.


    Empress stared at thebat log, gasping, "That damage is terrifying... The me Dragon has a high resistance to burn damage, yet it still lost almost 20,000 health!"


    ckStockings: "So what if the damage is high? This is a flying domain lord with 50 million HP! If ites after us, we''re dead!"


    "What if it doesn''te after us?" Orson said quietly.


    ckStockings froze, then realized with disbelief that the huge red dot on the map had only moved a short distance before stoppingpletely.


    In the Mirror of Folding, the greedy dragon had flown into the air, but hesitated, its dragon vision now seeing piles of golden treasure all around it.


    Was this a dream?


    Treasure!


    Unimaginable wealthy right before its eyes!

 Chapter 138 138: Greed Instinct

    "The me Dragon¡¤Greedy Hoarder''s greed instinct has been triggered."


    "Hate value decaying."


    "Hate¡­"


    Everyone except Orson was stunned. Alerts kept popping up on the battle log.


    The me Dragon ¡¤ Greedy Hoarderpletely ignored the yers'' hate value and dove headfirst into the rocky rubble, frantically digging for treasure.


    "Want to get those coins? Guess you''ll have to take a few more hits."


    Orson chuckled to himself, activating Whisper of the Wind to continuously channel his Magic Eye output.


    In an instant, more than ten Chaos Magic Balls shot out from the Magic Eye, traveling through the space channel and crashing out of the Mirror of Folding. elerated five times by the Mirror of Folding, they turned into chaotic meteors that rapidly struck the Greedy Hoarder through the rubble.


    -2500


    Critical Hit -5000


    Burn -8000


    ¡­


    Massive damage numbers shed in the battle log. ShatteredCrown and the others'' scalps tingled¡ªthis output efficiency was equivalent to a small mage squad attacking together.


    What was even more terrifying was that the target was still nearly 10 kilometers away. How could they hit from so far?


    "God, I''m so short, I hate this! I don''t deserve to be your disciple!"


    ShatteredCrown screamed to the sky. This was the pain of a mage, the sorrow of a caster!


    ShatteredCrown roared, "Food! I need food! Bring me a ton of Holy Food!"


    ckStockings twitched three ck lines on her forehead and sighed, "If Young Master keeps eating like this, he''s going to burst."


    ShatteredCrown didn''t care. With a te of leftover fried rice in hand, he forced himself to eat until his hunger gauge was maxed out.


    Meanwhile, The me Dragon ¡¤ Greedy Hoarder continued, obsessed with its own nature¡ªlike a bird who dies for food, or a dragon who dies for coins. Despite Orson''s brutal output, it kept digging through the rubble, searching for gold.


    The me Dragon screamed in pain, its head scorched from the chaos fireballs. Finally, it managed to dig out a pile of coins from the muddy earth and let out a satisfying roar. Its red wings red as it flew off in search of more "treasure."


    "Foolish," Orson smiled, watching the dragon. Just like Empress had said, lower-tier dragons embodied human negative emotions.


    Empress: "I understand now. No wonder you knew exactly how to deal with these two dragons when you saw their attributes."


    Empress: "Greedy Hoarder... it means greedy, right? As long as there are coins, it will blindly prioritize them, with yers being secondary."


    Orson nodded. Her observation wasn''t fully urate, but close. It aligned with the seven deadly sins of humanity:


    Gluttony, Greed, Sloth, Envy, Pride, Lust, Wrath.


    But the higher the dragon''s level, the more self-control it had. To restrain greed, one would need to be at the level of a Guardian such as Burns. Even Burns, though, had been tempted by the Frost Dragon treasure, and hadn''t he flown right out of Pondenorlin City?


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    It was clear that Greedy Hoarder was still naive, unable to resist its greedy nature. All it saw was gold.


    Despite the constant barrage of chaos fireballs that quickly dropped its health by over a million, it kept circling in the air, searching for more coins.


    With a swoosh, The me Dragon dove again into the rubble. Orson checked the cooldown on his God King Earrings and decisively sped up his output.


    He didn''t rush for the kill, continuing with insane attack speed and basic attacks.


    If he used skills like Celestial Descent or Brahma''s Divine me, there was a risk. One, the sudden output would increase the hate value, causing the dragon''s greed threshold to be surpassed, potentially making it target him instead of the coins.@@novelbin@@


    Two, if Greedy Hoarder and its sibling, Gluttonous Devourer, were too close, attracting both would mess up the n.


    The me Dragon, taking damage, swallowed arge pile of coins, its beastly eyes gleaming with greed, repeatedly flying up and diving back into the rubble.


    "Good thing we have two big spenders around, or this tactic wouldn''t work," Orson muttered to himself.


    He had buried 100,000 gold coins himself, with ShatteredCrown contributing 500,000 and Empress 200,000. That''s how they had created this treasure scene.


    If they had just thrown a few hundred coins, it would have been nearly impossible to lure the dragon out. With its pride, The me Dragon wouldn''t have bothered digging up such small sums of gold, no matter how tempting.


    A few minutester, Greedy Hoarder flew towards the fifth treasure spot.


    The Magic Eye and Mirror of Folding were no longer visible. Orson''s God King Earrings entered cooldown.


    Greedy Hoarder''s health had dropped by over 9 million.


    Empress: "What now? Your God King Earrings can''t be used anymore, and we''ll have to rely on equipment skills for long-range strikes, right?"


    "You seem to know a lot about my methods, Empress." Orson turned, his gaze sharp as a de.


    The God King Earrings were a magic-restraining essory, currently ranked number one in the earring category. The information on the leaderboard was very limited, yet Empress somehow knew that the earrings could extend his attack range and allow him to lock on targets. That was interesting.


    Empress flushed slightly, embarrassed. She exined, "I had nothing to do with it; the information was analyzed by ughter Demon Emperor and others. It''s all on the official forum."


    "No, something feels off. It''s like everyone''s been on guard against me."


    Orson shook his head, muttering, "How could I not be the one to take you through high-difficulty instances? Who else could you trust?"


    "You all don''t feel guilty at all?"


    Orson gave them a pained look. Empress and Chef were momentarily stunned. They rolled their eyes in silent disdain.


    "Seriously, who do you think you are? Always threatening to wipe out the entire map! Always talking about ying dragons and killing demons!"


    Even though they were allies, who wasn''t afraid of Orson''s unpredictability? The top guilds weren''t fools¡ªno matter how close their rtionships, conflicts of interest could always break bonds.


    They had to keep a backup n, Godyer¡ªand their target? The very person standing in front of them.


    "Right, you guys don''t feel guilty? My Master has been so good to me, and you''re scheming behind his back! How could you!"


    ShatteredCrown jumped up, scolding the others.


    ckStockings: "I thought you knew. You signed for those twenty-something analysts, didn''t you?"


    ShatteredCrown: "What? I thought they were some kind of business girls..."


    ShatteredCrown awkwardlyughed. Orson wasn''t fazed. He quickly became serious.


    "If another business girles in, make sure to send two my way! I''ve got important matters to handle."


    "Ha, Master, I feel like I''ve found a kindred spirit!" ShatteredCrown let out a weirdugh.


    "Two lunatics, the more I watch, the more disgusting they seem," Empress muttered under her breath, unable to retort.


    As theyughed and joked, Empress suddenly cried out, "It''s healing! 30,000 health per second! My God!"


    "Small problem."


    Orson was calm, having predicted the situation. He activated Ice Prison Ring at maximum power, covering a 5-kilometer radius.


    "Master, are you the devil?"


    ShatteredCrown''s back was covered in cold sweat. The ins around them froze, and all the level 40 monsters roaming nearby were frozen and burned.


    The monsters swarmed in, only to quickly freeze and burn into ash.


    Meanwhile, Greedy Hoarder reached the 5-kilometer Ice Prison Ring area, its wings froze mid-air, and it plummeted to the ground, taking massive damage.


    -100,000 damage!


    -130 frostbite damage!


    The dragon shook off the ice shards and tried to lift off again, but it was forced to break its healing process.


    Orson started to swing his staff, casting Chaos Magic Balls blindly.


    His dark eyes flickered as he switched back and forth between the mini-map markers and the battle log.


    Afterunching more than twenty Chaos Magic Balls, damage numbers finally appeared in the log.


    "Looks like the boss is within range of the 5-kilometer ring!"


    Empress stared in shock, "I thought you buried the coins so far away just to time the God King Earrings'' cooldown, and you predicted the error margin would be under five seconds? You only allowed the boss to recover less than 150,000 health?"


    "To be exact, I overestimated the speed of the Greedy Hoarder''s flight... this dragon is too young," Orson said, shaking his head.


    ckStockings looked pale, muttering, "He''s the devil."

 Chapter 139 139: Orgod Wont Be Wrong

    "The me Dragon¡¤Greedy Hoarder''s greed instinct is further triggered as it collects more gold coins."


    "The me Dragon¡¤Greedy Hoarder has dug up 20,000 gold coins and entered a state of wild ecstasy!"


    "Greedy Hoarder has found more gold coins and is gradually falling into madness."


    "Ignoring all yer attacks! It will continue until all yers'' treasure points are dug up!"


    "Please, yers, focus fire! Killing The me Dragon will refund the gold coins!"


    Red alerts popped up on the interface, and everyone except Orson was stunned. Output... at this distance, how are they supposed to deal any damage?


    "This dungeon really does have a solution, Master, your thinking is on a whole different level than ours," ShatteredCrown eximed in amazement.


    Empress: "The prompt means your approach is definitely correct, but we can''t help you. You''ll have to handle this on your own."


    "Just me for the damage output, and you guys just sit and watch?" Orson smirked lightly, opening his Mirror of Folding again.


    "Please, begin your performance."


    "Huh?" ShatteredCrown and the others were confused.


    Orson didn''t say more. He immediately kicked ShatteredCrown in the back, sending him tumbling into the space.


    "Sure enough, a spatial item that can teleport yers together..." Empress muttered, frowning. As the leader of the Moonlight Guild, she could sense the terrifyingbat potential contained in the Godyer''s Earrings.


    This item, in the hands of an average yer, would only teleport people a few hundred meters away, which isn''t much. But in the hands of a monster with such a strange range...


    This effectively turned the Godyer Guild into a mobile space portal, able to dispatch huge amounts ofbat power to the battlefield at will.


    Even in the midst of a brutal fight, with the magic mirror and the revival pool in ce, yers wouldn''t have to waste time running back to the battlefield after dying.


    "This tactic is unbeatable!" Empress was still muttering to herself.


    "Get going!" Orson sighed, shaking his head, and kicked her into the space as well. Empress hurriedly turned, her face turning red: "Could you be a bit more civilized?"


    "Nope, I don''t want to do all the work for you guys. Let''s end this battle quickly," Orson shrugged.


    His eyes shifted to ckStockings'' proud rear. ckStockings shot him a look of fury: "You dare?!"


    "Dare what?" Orson raised an eyebrow.


    "I... I''ll jump in myself!" ckStockings was intimidated by his gaze and hurriedly dove into the.


    "Are you serious? Did you grow up on pig feed or something? So big!" ShatteredCrown grumbled, face-first in the mud. When he saw the The me Dragon rolling around in the mud, he was taken aback by its massive size.


    Seeing that the dragon didn''t pay him any mind, ShatteredCrown took the opportunity to sneak around and threw a hailstone spell directly at its rear.


    -1100


    Critical Hit -2200


    ...


    "Hahaha, stupid dragon,e hit me! I''m begging you!" ShatteredCrown couldn''t help butugh. Such an opportunity to beat a giant dragon wasn''t something he got every day.


    The next moment, The me Dragon instinctively swung its tail, and its massive, tower-like tail came crashing toward him.


    ShatteredCrown''s eyes went wide in shock. With his health, there was no way he''d survive that tail swipe.


    "Holy Shield!"


    "Holy Protection!"


    Two holy light rings enveloped ShatteredCrown, and under their protection, his body was sent flying. A tall woman swiftly grabbed him.


    ShatteredCrown blinked in confusion. He hadn''t lost a single bit of health.


    ckStockings and Empress both sighed in unison, "Idiot."


    "So this is what a man with ''romantic encounter'' attributes looks like? Damn, I''m so jealous!"


    Orson''s jealousy red up when he saw the scene.


    Empress, tall and graceful, effortlessly grabbed ShatteredCrown by the waist. He looked like he was enjoying himself, inhaling the charming scent of Empress'' body.


    Even though ckStockings was only a B-rank priest, The King Family had money. Her B-rank skill "Holy Shield" was maxed out at level 10, granting her the awakened magic "Holy Shield Exemption," which gave teammates over 4,000 temporary shields.


    "Holy Protection" was Empress'' exclusive Holy Knight skill, providing a high amount of defense resistance and healing over time. It was incredibly powerful.


    ShatteredCrown: "Mistake, mistake! Stop it! Let''s team up and kill the dragon!"


    Empress red at him, "Please stop making trouble, and get your hands off my waist!"


    ShatteredCrownughed lewdly, stood up in a hurry, and continued his assault on The me Dragon.


    On the other side, Orson genuinely wanted to just kill him already. Though ShatteredCrown and the others couldn''t output as much damage as Orson, they were still in the top tier among yers.


    With everyone''sbined effort, The me Dragon''s health dropped quickly, and in no time, it lost over 10 million HP.


    The me Dragon continued its frenzy, swallowing another 20,000 gold coins before gearing up to fly to another treasure spot.


    "Enter the Mirror."


    ShatteredCrown and the others jumped into the Mirror of Folding, reappearing back at the battlefield.


    Following Orson''s n, they relentlessly pursued The me Dragon, dealing consistent damage.


    Half an hourter, The me Dragon had only a quarter of its health left, but all the treasure spots were nearly dug up.


    ShatteredCrown anxiously said, "There''s still over 10 million HP left! What do we do?"


    The me Dragon took flight again, entering the two-kilometer range with only two more treasure points left.


    "What else can we do? Kill it!" Orson said, no longer holding back on his output. The Chaos Rogue locked onto the Greedy Hoarder.


    Orson''s eyes sharpened. He pped his palms together and said, "Earthquake!"


    Multiple effects triggered. Two stone dragons crashed into the massive body of Greedy Hoarder, knocking it out of the air.


    Smash Damage -50,000!


    Greedy Hoarder shook its head and attempted to fly again. Orson smirked and said, "Stone Coffin."


    Four stone dragons erupted from the ground, spreading like vines, firmly binding Greedy Hoarder.


    "C-rank Earth magic done right? Wait, how did you summon this many stone pirs?" ShatteredCrown stared at the screen, his mind reeling. As Orson''s "direct disciple," he had the same skills, but the fine control and magic intensity were on a whole different level.


    Orson remained focused, bringing out another powerful spell: "Celestial Descent."


    Empress: "Human limits can''t exin this... Even if I don''t know your hidden ss level, this is just too terrifying!"


    The me Dragon let out a heart-wrenching roar as meteors crashed into its body, with the force of aet hitting the earth. The meteors mmed The me Dragon into the ground.


    Dragon Blood Damage Boost!


    Critical Hit -12,000!


    Shrapnel Piercing -1,500!


    Shrapnel Piercing...


    Burn -8,000!


    Burn...


    This was the advantage of usingrge-scale magic againstrge targets. If the target were smaller, most of the meteoric shrapnel damage would be wasted.


    Damage numbers flew up as a mixture of damage effects pummeled The me Dragon, causing its health to drop by over 100,000 in an instant.


    Under the effect of Chaos Magic Ball, The me Dragon was slowed down, stuck in the mud, and finally forced to use its unstoppable form to break free from the earth magic''s control and try to take off again.


    "10... 9... 8..." Orson emotionlessly counted down, monitoring the duration of the unstoppable state.


    "One!"


    Orson whispered under his breath as a firepoint materialized before him. A wave of destructive energy surged, chilling everyone in its wake.


    "Thunder."


    "Brahma''s Divine me."


    The moment the unstoppable state ended, Brahma''s Divine me detonated directly above The me Dragon''s head.


    "Is this... roast chicken?" ShatteredCrown gaped, stunned.


    The me Dragon, a top-tier fire elemental creature, now appeared in in sight, its body engulfed in grayish-brown mes, looking like a chicken roasted on a fire.


    Orson immediately continued his regr attacks, frowning: "Its resistance is really high, I still can''t trigger the Chaos Chain."


    As if answering his thoughts, the Chaos Chain finally activated!


    Burning True Damage x2 -16,000!


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    Burning True Damage x2 -16,000!


    ...


    "Over 10,000 burn damage, plus the regr attacks? Is the total damage breaking 20,000 per second?" Empress gasped, her heart racing. This was a The me Dragon capable of easily crushing an entire guild!


    Now, Orson was treating it like a roasted chicken.


    The me Dragon had a high resistance to fire magic, reducing the duration of Brahma''s Divine me from 30 seconds to just 15.


    But even so, after Orson''s long-range onught, The me Dragon''s health dropped to under 7 million in no time.


    Soon after, the final treasure spot was dug up by the Greedy Hoarder.


    Empress: "Uh-oh, it''sing at us!"


    ckStockings


    shot Orson a proud nce and sneered, "Not enough buried gold, dragon-ying failure... if we can''t get that gold back, you''ll be in trouble."


    Everyone knew that with The me Dragon''s offensive power, if it hit them directly with its breath, they''d be dead in seconds.


    As soon as the words left her mouth, a furious roar echoed across the ins. The me Dragon Greedy Hoarder shot forward, its speed increasing rapidly, heading straight for Orson and the others.


    "Misjudgment? Sorry, that doesn''t exist." Orson sneered, and a spatial rift opened before him. "Killing the dragon? What I want is to eat this dragon!"


    Crimson Lizard King let out an excited roar and instantly transformed into a terrifying shadow of death, heading straight for The me Dragon Greedy Hoarder.@@novelbin@@

 Chapter 140 140: Please Take These Damn Treasures

    "Go! Crimson Lizard King, the red-skinned, ck-furred giant lizard!" ShatteredCrown yelled, wishing he could be riding on the Crimson Lizard King and charging right alongside it.


    ckStockings froze, feeling her cheeks burn with embarrassment. "Damn it, I forgot he has a war beast!"


    Boom! Boom!


    The Crimson Lizard King unleashed its destructive breath, sting through the air like a series ofser beams, striking The me Dragon Greedy Hoarder''s wings.


    Bloodlust filled the air. The Crimson Lizard King extended its ws, grabbing the muchrger head of The me Dragon, trying to crush it in its grip.


    But the me Dragon Greedy Hoarder wasn''t just any ordinary creature.


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    Once it regained its senses, it tilted its head back, sinking its teeth into Crimson Lizard King''s thigh.


    The two beasts erupted into a fierce battle in the air, blood spraying everywhere as they wed and bit at each other. Their ferocity had reached a boiling point.


    The me Dragon''s throat bubbled with hot, explosive mes. It roared, releasing a fiery breath that hit the Crimson Lizard King''s abdomen.


    The sky seemed to rain fire, and the mes scorched the earth below, leaving ckened holes in the ground.


    Burn damage -20,000!


    Critical hit -50,000!


    ...


    The Crimson Lizard King was drenched in blood, half of its body nearly burned through. One st of dragon fire,bined with a continuous [Deadly Bite], stripped away nearly 800,000 HP.


    "I get the feeling... your war beast isn''t going to make it, even though The me Dragon is almost dead," Empress said nervously.


    After an intense aerial battle, The me Dragon''s HP had dropped by almost 2 million, but Crimson Lizard King''s HP was even worse, dropping by nearly 4.5 million.


    Orson''s eyes darkened. In a battle between giant beasts, size and strength were the ultimate rules.


    Even though Crimson Lizard King had devoured Dragon Grand and the others, boosting its HP to 15 million and its attack power to 6,000, The me Dragon, with its size and power advantage, kept pinning it down, using its ws to tear at the Crimson Lizard King''s wings while constantly spewing dragon fire.


    It was clear that Crimson Lizard King wasn''t going to be able to flip the tables on its own.


    As Crimson Lizard King plummeted from the sky, about to crash into the ground, its merciless master finally intervened.


    Orson''s eyes gleamed with a cold light. He spoke quietly, "Wind God''s Sigh."


    "What the hell? You''re attacking your own beast?" ShatteredCrown gasped in shock as Orson''srge-scale spell hit Crimson Lizard King.


    "Look closely, this is to help it escape," Empress said, her eyes lighting up with realization.


    ShatteredCrown was taken aback. Although Wild Gale had indeed hit Crimson Lizard King and dealt decent damage, the spell had slowed its descent drastically.


    Crimson Lizard King was able tond more gently, preventing The me Dragon from causing a deadly impact on it.


    Filled with rage, Crimson Lizard King roared several times, ignoring The me Dragon''s ws as they tore at its wings.


    Snap!


    The wings were ripped apart by The me Dragon''s ws.


    However, the murderous rage in Crimson Lizard King''s eyes didn''t lessen. With the help of Wind God''s Sigh, it managed to flip over.


    It quickly leaped and mmed back down, pressing The me Dragon into the ground, grinding it.


    "Wow... this guy is savage! Just going all-out with a ''hurt for hurt'' strategy... What kind of grudge do these two have?" ShatteredCrown marveled.


    Crimson Lizard King bit down hard, shaking its head violently and spraying red dragon blood everywhere.


    Then, its ws shed down like a death scythe, piercing The me Dragon''s chest.


    Everyone''s skin crawled as an even more gruesome scene unfolded.


    Crimson Lizard King was devious. While engaging in this brutal exchange of blows, it activated its Body of the Beast ability to regenerate, ignoring The me Dragon''s dying struggles. It burrowed straight into The me Dragon''s abdomen...


    Crack! Crack!


    Bones shattered.


    It began to devour.


    The me Dragon fought desperately, trying to release a fiery breath to push Crimson Lizard King away.


    But Crimson Lizard King seemed to have been waiting for this opportunity. Its limbs were constantly melting and regenerating, being consumed by fire, yet it didn''t stop its insatiable eating.


    Dragon heart, liver, lungs¡ªit didn''t care. It just kept eating.


    Devour Growth All Attributes +10%


    Devour Growth All Attributes +10%


    ...


    "Wasn''t it said that... war beasts usually be timid when they''re injured?" Empress nervously asked.


    "Your war beast is like a bloodthirsty Madman," Empress continued, unable to hide her shock.


    "Even if the contract isn''t equal, and it''s a master-servant contract, war beasts should still try to run when they''re hurt," ckStockings frowned. She had seen many high-ranking beast tamers and summoners back at The King Family estate, but she had never encountered such a brutal, bloodthirsty creature.


    "Are you saying its loyalty is low? But my war beast has no loyalty, so..." Orson grinned.


    "It is absolutely loyal to me," he added with a slight smile.


    "What the hell... no loyalty means loyalty?" ckStockings didn''t buy it.


    Orson wasn''t concerned. After Crimson Lizard King was resurrected using Berenice''s blood, its loyalty setting turned gray, which meant it couldn''t increase or decrease.


    However, after Crimson Lizard King returned to its dragon-like roots, it became a natural enemy of dragons. Even without Orson''s control, it would still continue to fight to the death.


    "Dragonnguage? The me Dragon is calling for help," ShatteredCrown said, puzzled.


    The deep, iprehensible sounds of Dragonnguage echoed.


    "Is it calling for other dragons to help?" ShatteredCrown and the others were confused. Even though they didn''t know what The me Dragon, with only a few hundred thousand HP left, was mumbling, they clearly heard the word "help" in the system notification.


    "Omnipotent Gluttonous Devourer, I''m your little brother..." Orson could understand the gist of the message and sneered.


    "You little brat still want to run after borrowing money? Dream on."


    Orson wasn''t about to make the same mistake asst time. Using his Mirror of Folding, he crossed space and appeared right in front of The me Dragon.


    With a flick of his staff, the chaotic six-pointed star lit up.


    "The me Dragon!"


    Orson forced the dragon magic into the creature''s mouth, interrupting its spellcasting.


    Immediately after, the me Dragon was devoured by Crimson Lizard King, which tore through most of the dragon''s body.


    The crimson beast''s insatiable hunger,bined with its rapid healing, made it unstoppable.


    "Crimson Lizard King, devour!" Orsonmanded.


    "Devour Growth" pushed its attributes up by 50%, but Orson had anticipated this. While it was nowhere near as effective as the Frost Dragon Varag''s devouring, it still pushed Crimson Lizard King''s growth to over 200%, with attack power reaching 8,000 and HP at 20 million.


    It was just a matter of devouring two more spicy strips before it reached Domain-level status.


    "You''ve in The me Dragon Greedy Hoarder!"


    "Experience +1,000,000!"


    ShatteredCrown: "Damn! This is too satisfying! I leveled up twice!"


    In a team, the experience was split, so most of the group leveled up by 1-2 levels except Orson, whose level was too high to gain much.


    Boom!


    Gold sshed everywhere, forming a mountain of treasure.


    The scene was so spectacr that it even startled Orson.


    "Dragon yer! Loot!"


    "Let''s go! Grab the loot!"


    ShatteredCrown and Empress exchanged excited nces, immediately rushing into the loot portal.


    "You have received high-grade materials: Dragon Horn x2"


    "You have received high-grade materials: Dragon Scales x10"


    ...


    "You have received the Holy Relic: Dragon Crystal x1!"


    In addition to a 40-level Legendary Armor, a staff, five pieces of 35-level Hero gear, a Dragon Crystal, and numerous dragon bones/scales, there was also a massive pile of 800,000 gold coins.


    But when it came to speed, no one was faster than Orson. He had already finished looting the battlefield.


    All that was left was a mountain of gold.


    "Take these damn gold coins. I don''t want to see them again," Orson smirked, taking his 200,000 gold coins before the others could react.


    Empress: "What about the equipment... didn''t you say there would be returns on the investment? Are you some kind of major shareholder?"


    ShatteredCrown, seeing this, threw himself at Orson''s legs. "I don''t care! I want the equipment! The super-premium kind, or I''ll stick to you for the rest of my life!"


    ckStockings: "Young master, you are the future leader of The King Family!"


    ShatteredCrown shot her a re. "You don''t get it. It''s perfectly natural for an apprentice to cling to their master!"


    "Take these@@novelbin@@


    damn items. I don''t want to see them again," Orson said, tossing a 40-level Legendary Armor, the Imperial Seal Robe, to ShatteredCrown.


    "Three-set effect [Imperial Majesty]: B-level or higher magic crit rate, crit damage doubles... this is insane! I love it!" ShatteredCrown was overjoyed.


    "Jealousy, envy, hatred... Sigh, I didn''t do much, you guys divide it up." Empress shook her head. If her character wasn''t so stiff, she''d want to act cute at this moment.


    Orson casually tossed her three Hero-tier pieces. "This is for you, a set for and hero. It''s not much worse than a 30-level legendary set."


    "Ah?! Thank you so much! It''s so nice not having to pay! So generous!" Empress beamed, afraid that Orson might change his mind.


    ckStockings stood empty-handed, looking on in silence, pretending to be indifferent.


    "You talk too much. I could''ve ignored you." Orson smiled.


    "Since you''re a priest, I hope you can protect this fool," he said, handing her a 40-level Purple Gold Staff.


    ckStockings swallowed her saliva, about to take it.


    Her hand paused.


    Face flushed, she was about to snap.


    Orson grinned. "Appropriate gear for priests, mages, ornd heroes is avable to you, but I get to keep all the materials in this dungeon. That okay?"

 Chapter 141 141: Master, Are You Left-Handed or Right-Handed?

    ShatteredCrown might be a bit of a joker, but his spot among the global top 100 yers of the Doomsday rankings wasn''t just because of his wealth. He had more going for him¡ªlike mastering several SS-tier forbidden magic spells and leveling them up to max. He was rich, talented, and had a natural dykiller" aura. Plus, he had the support of a whole group of brothers from The King Family, willing to go all out for him. These weren''t things just anyone could achieve.


    When ShatteredCrown turned on his hardcore mode, as long as he stayed alive, Orson would always have a reliable ally at his side.


    Empress of the Moon didn''t start out with such a powerful background. Her initial ss was just a double-A tier holy knight, and her family wasn''t nearly as impressive as The King Family in New York. However, she had many wealthy admirers, and her strong knightly spirit made her a growing force in theter stages of Infinite Dimensions. What''s more, her Moonlight Guild had been suppressed by the Dragon''s Kiss Guild in her previous life, which had limited her potential. But now, with Usher gone and the Dragon''s Kiss Guild no longer around, the Moonlight Guild was free to grow unimpeded.


    Both of them were valuable allies worth drawing in.


    But what if they were to betray him? Orson remained calm. He had no problem bing an example for all US yers who opposed him.


    "The me Dragon Greedy Hoarder has been in!"


    "Your contribution to the damage reached 86%!"


    "Ding-dong¡ª"


    "You''ve triggered a hidden quest clue."


    Orson narrowed his eyes. There hadn''t been any hidden quest when they killed the Frost Dragonst time, so he quickly checked the clue.


    Hidden Quest: [Blood Spilled in the Dragon''s Lair]


    Quest Difficulty: Hell Level


    Objective: Kill all the me Dragons!


    Quest Progress: 1/5


    Punishment: Within 30 days, The me Dragon will hunt down all yers associated with you.


    "Interesting, hell-level difficulty, and they''ll even target my friends and guild members." Orson sneered.


    The quest details showed that besides the Greedy Hoarder, there were four other lower-tier dragons in the me Dragon''sir. In addition to their''s master, The me Dragon, one of them had joined the Lord Cain NPC''s raid force.


    If they wanted to attack the Celestial Fortress, didn''t they have to topple the entireir first?


    Suddenly, the ground trembled violently, and everyone was startled. They turned to see the nearby me Demon Volcano, where thick smoke billowed from the crater. The volcano seemed on the verge of erupting.


    ShatteredCrown: "I feel like there''s about to be a massive earthquake. I noticed the ground shaking a little earlier."


    Empress: "Yeah, and the shaking''s getting stronger."


    Hearing their conversation, Orson fell into thought. He spoke up: "You guys think the Dragon''s Lair master is greedy? It''s just a giant spicy snack. Why would it need to steal the barrier stone from the sorceress?"


    Everyone looked at him, puzzled. Orson continued, "Besides, with the strength of a giant dragon, who would dare to mess with them? They''re practically a barrier themselves."


    ShatteredCrown raised an eyebrow, specting, "Could it be... they''re trying to steal the barrier stone to prevent the volcano from erupting?"


    "Smart!" Orson grinned. "But there''s a catch."


    Empress furrowed her brows and analyzed, "If the volcano erupts, The me Dragon could just fly away. Why would it go through all the trouble of setting up a barrier? Is it just to protect a pile of fossilized bones?"


    Orson smiled but remained silent, eyes fixed on the towering active volcano.


    ckStockings suddenly gasped, her voice uncertain. "Wait... is the barrier stone not there to protect them, but to guard a very precious treasure?"


    "Much more precious than any ordinary treasure. Otherwise, their master wouldn''t have risked being hunted by the Light Dragon Empire to kill Lord Ziyun and steal the barrier stone," Orson said with a sly smile.


    "Are you saying...?"


    "Dragon eggs!!"


    "The only thing that could make The me Dragonir master go through all that trouble is a dragon egg that needs to be embedded in the magma, constantly absorbing me magic," Orson nodded knowingly.


    The three of them stared wide-eyed in disbelief. They were only in their twenties, barely level 20, yet they might get the chance to handle such legendary artifacts?


    The battle at Pondenorlin City was a perfect example. It wasn''t just for the Dragon Egg in the hands of the three-time champion.


    "Let''s not dwell on this for now. Since Greedy Hoarder has gotten the barrier stone, the barrier will naturally be unbreakable," Orson said with a grin.


    Barrier Stone


    It was a gigantic magic crystal, infused with power by mages from the Imperial Mage Guild. It was essential for forming barriers. Once the barrier wasplete, the stone would be removed and reced by a rune stone (barrier stone).


    Orson actually had one of these Pondenorlin City barrier stones.


    "Let''s get back to work, brave adventurers!" Orson said, finishing his meditation and calling out as he mounted his increasingly mighty Cerberus.


    "Unbreakable? You seem awfully confident. You mentioned giving me a dragon. I''ve got this recorded, and I''m iming a dragon egg!" Empress said, a proud smirk on her face.


    "Let''s discuss thatter," Orson raised an eyebrow.


    Empress, clearly enjoying being teased, stubbornly refused to let go of the opportunity. She cleared her throat, her cheeks slightly flushed, and said, "So, you''re single, right? I could introduce you to a girlfriend."


    ShatteredCrown jumped in, eager: "You want one? I''ll get you a dozen gaming sisters!"@@novelbin@@


    Damn it...


    Orson had never seen them so eager. The mention of a dragon egg made them pull out all the stops.


    "Enough, I''m used to being single..." Orson said with a wry smile.


    ShatteredCrown snickered, "So, left hand or right hand?"


    Both Empress and ckStockings blushed, pretending they didn''t hear.


    "Heh... haha... Get off my ne!" Orson''s face flushed as he shot ShatteredCrown a death re, kicking him out of the air.


    ckStockings gasped. "You... you''re crazy! It''s just a joke, even if it''s a little... strange!"


    "WTF, it''s not just a little strange," Orson muttered under his breath.


    Empress sighed in relief. "Phew¡ªfinally, some peace."


    ShatteredCrown, plummeting through the air, yelled: "Master... don''t you love your disciple? Left or right?!"


    Orson gritted his teeth. If ShatteredCrown weren''t so harmless, he''d have ttened him by now.


    As ShatteredCrown neared the ground, Orson''s earrings glowed with a strange light. He activated his magic, casting Mirror of Folding from a distance.


    ShatteredCrown fell into a spatial web,nding safely. He sighed in relief, "Master must love me, or I''d be dead by now."


    But as soon as he looked up, his eyes widened in horror. A giant blood-red maw was descending on him!


    ShatteredCrown: "Holy sh*t! What''s the difference between being eaten and being smashed to the ground?!"


    The me Dragon Gluttonous Devourer, delighted, thought of adventurers as a delicious treat.


    "Greedy Hoarder''s greed trigger activated."


    "Hatred value decreased."


    "The craving for food is causing it to lose its mind."


    "Gluttonous Devourer... oh no! I''m the bait!"


    The quest notification kept ringing in ShatteredCrown''s ears. He realized what his master was up to.


    He had already resigned himself to death, but then Mirror of Folding shed in front of him, and he quickly dove into it.


    The next moment, he was two kilometers away.


    The me Dragon Gluttonous Devourer, ignoring the hate lock, sped after the "food."


    Orson chuckled. "I was wondering who would volunteer as bait. Guess you''ve got this covered."


    Riding on Crimson Lizard King, they chased after the dragon,unching an all-out assault.


    "Don''t rush in, just use ranged attacks, or I''ll beat you senseless," Orson scolded, giving Crimson Lizard King a couple of whacks on the head.


    Crimson Lizard King whimpered, nodding obediently.


    The Gluttonous Devourer couldn''t ignore the summoned beast''s attacks. Once its hate value exceeded the threshold, it would target Crimson Lizard King.


    Orson had to keep Crimson Lizard King under control with a master-servant pact. Otherwise, the dragon''s massive attack power would be too much for them to handle.


    "Come on, hit me, you idiot!" ShatteredCrown taunted as he danced in ce, trying to provoke the dragon.


    ckStockings: "This is so embarrassing. Please don''t let me see this."


    "Sorry, disciple," Orson muttered sarcastically.


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    ShatteredCrown: "Embarrassing? What''s embarrassing about it? I''m showing off!"


    As Gluttonous Devourer dived toward ShatteredCrown, he stumbled


    , about to get hit. He tried to teleport using Mirror of Folding again.


    "Ow¡­ What the hell!" He tripped, face-nting into the ground.


    "Where''s the mirror?" he wondered.


    "Well, of course, it''s on cooldown," Orson chuckled. "Now what?"


    "Wait to die."


    ShatteredCrown froze,pletely stunned. He finally stopped showing off.


    As the Gluttonous Devourer''s mouth closed in on him, he sighed. "Well, I guess I''ve showed off in front of a giant dragon..."


    Crunch.


    Newbie dancer, dead.

 Chapter 143 143: Meteor Firestorm

    ShatteredCrown: "I''m back, you giant loser! Come on, eat this, try to eat another one!"


    After being revived, ShatteredCrown stood up and taunted the injured Gluttonous Devourer, whose wings had been blown off, causing it to lose its flight ability.


    "If it weren''t for the fact that this dungeon doesn''t allow respawns after a wipe, I''d have kicked his ass to death by now," Empress muttered, feeling a headacheing on. At least he''s an S-ss hidden profession yer¡ªcan''t he show a bit of dignity?


    Despite being heavily injured, with half of its body torn open to expose bone, the Gluttonous Devourer continued to drip blood and lose health every second. But even in such a state, its strength was still far beyond that of ordinary bosses. The beast twisted its body and unleashed a dragon breath at ShatteredCrown.


    "Ahh!" ShatteredCrown shrieked, rolling and scrambling into the Mirror of Folding to escape the st.


    Bleeding: -5000


    Bleeding: -5000


    ...


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    The ground shook once again. Orson''s expression shifted slightly, and he immediately ordered, "Pick up the pace, don''t waste any more time."


    While this dungeon didn''t have a countdown, Orson, with his experience, could tell that a volcanic eruption was imminent. In Infinite Dimensions, many high-difficulty dungeons contained hidden dangers to push yers toplete objectives faster.


    With the boss critically wounded and bleeding, things were about to get easier.


    The Crimson Lizard Kingunched a devastating breath attack from the air, drawing the boss''s attention. The fight had be a one-sided affair, with Orson now seeing the boss as nothing more than a target.


    The Chaos Magic Ball continued its relentless assault, speeding up the boss''s inevitable demise. Ten minutester, the boss''s health was in the red, and the Crimson Lizard King swooped in to im the spoils.


    Empress: "The second dragon is about to fall!"


    ShatteredCrown: "Here ites, the Magic-Banishing Staff!"


    Everyone eagerly awaited the oue¡ªtwo dragons down in two hours, a record that seemed unbelievable.


    As the Gluttonous Devourer let out a mournful cry, a wealth of dragon materials and high-level equipment exploded out.


    "You have obtained rare material: Dragon Horn x1"


    "You have obtained rare material: Dragon Bone x3"


    "You have obtained Sacred Item: Dragon Crystal x1"


    ...


    Another Dragon Crystal was in Orson''s hands, and he couldn''t help but feel satisfied.


    A golden light soared into the sky, and two purple beams shone brightly, but Orson frowned slightly. "Is this all?"


    The two 35-level rogue hero armor sets were average at best. Only a 40-level Dragon-Engraved Battle Sword stood out¡ªits attack carried a dragon''s will, causing fear and stun effects on enemies.


    Orson wasn''t particrly surprised. These were minor dragons, so seeing the golden light was a decent oue.


    Just as Orson was reflecting on this, a beam of light shot out from the dragon''s remaining bones!


    Ding Dong¡ª


    Battle Log: Title Heretic of the Beast n triggered, 1% real-drop rate activated!


    Orson blinked. Did this just happen?


    "What the hell! Red light, is it really dropping a Magic Banishing set?" ShatteredCrown suddenly shouted.


    Without missing a beat, he tried to snatch it.


    But Orson, who was a seasoned yer, wasn''t about to lose out to his subordinate. With a swift motion, he grabbed the item and checked his inventory.


    ShatteredCrown: "What is it? Show us already! Is it a weapon or a skill book?"@@novelbin@@


    Everyone was watching Orson intently, eager to see what they had gotten. If it were a 40-level magic-banning weapon or an S-ss magic spell, its value would be immeasurable!


    "It doesn''t look like either," Orson remarked, somewhat surprised, as the drop rate for skill books was much lower than that of regr items.


    He sent the item panel to the team channel:


    S-ss Dragon Spell Beast Skill: Meteor Firestorm


    Effect: The beast consumes 3000 MP to cast a dragon spell, summoning a meteor fire rain that causes widespread destruction.


    The number of meteors summoned depends on the beast''s level, with a maximum of 40 meteors avable.


    Each meteor deals double the beast''s attack as damage.


    Cooldown: 5 minutes.


    Note: This skill is limited to dragons.


    ShatteredCrown: "Wait... can beasts have skills too?"


    ckStockings shook her head. "Master, you should read the official guides. Lord-ss beasts can have up to five skill slots, and you can even pay to rece them at the Beast Tamer."


    Empress: "That skill the boss used earlier was actually S-ss! No wonder the counter-damage was so insane."


    "This one''s mine, right?" Orson grinned, eyeing the team.


    Empress shrugged indifferently. "You''re the main DPS and the tactician. It''s fine for you to decide who gets what."


    ckStockings shook her head. "Not necessarily yours. I propose we sell it and split the earnings. Besides, it''s a dragon-limited skill."


    Everyone turned their gaze to the Crimson Lizard King, which had once again grown evenrger. Its blue horns now shimmered with a red glow, creating a mysterious aura.


    "Is this thing even a dragon?" ShatteredCrown asked, voicing the question everyone was thinking.


    "I don''t know. Let''s see if the skill can be applied," Orson replied, unsure. The Crimson Lizard King had been identified as a member of the extinct Death God Dragon n, but it had now evolved and retained the title of the dragon''s enemy, which was a contradiction.


    Orson opened the beast''s skill slots. As ckStockings had said, Lord-ss beasts had five slots¡ªthree innate skills, with two additional slots avable for activation.


    System Prompt: "Would you like to spend 1000 gold to activate this skill slot?"


    Orson sighed, realizing that upgrading a beast''s skill slot was just as expensive as leveling a mage''s spell slots. Even the most wealthy families wouldn''t be able to afford this without heavy spending.


    "Activate."


    A notification rang out, and Orson''s face lit up when he saw the avable skill.


    System Prompt: "Dragon Spell: Meteor Firestorm"


    Skill sessfully embedded!


    Even though Orson had anticipated this, seeing the Meteor Firestorm skill on the slot was still exciting.


    ShatteredCrown: "Holy crap! It actually worked! That''s insane!"


    Empress and ckStockings stood stunned. They could hardly believe their eyes.


    ording to Infinite Dimensions'' official website, Beast Tamers could eventually upgrade to Dragon Tamers, with the requirement of possessing a true dragon beast. However, these top-tier beasts could only upgrade their stats marginally.


    But this was different. The Crimson Lizard King wasn''t just any ordinary beast¡ªit had the potential to grow into something far more terrifying.


    Empress quietly spected, "Luckily, even if it grows stronger, it''s still just a Lord-ss. It should be a hybrid dragon, not a full-blooded one."


    If this beast were a Domain Lord-level creature, its strategic significance would be entirely different.


    In the UJ District, there was an SS-ss yer who could summon the Domain Lord-level beast Yamata no Orochi, and was practically unstoppable. He was hailed as the strongest summoner in the region!

 Chapter 144 144: Someone is Imitating My Face

    "Watch out for falling rocks!"


    ckStockings shouted in rm.


    With a violent tremor, arge amount of debris rained down from the nearby me Demon Volcano.


    Empress''s eyes shed, and she quickly switched to a ck cavalry shield from her pack, using her skill to deflect the falling rocks.


    "Move fast, we don''t have much time left."


    Orson reminded, as everyone quickly dashed toward the dragon''sir, stepping over the scattered bones on the ground.


    Without the two me Dragons guarding the entrance, they were able to enter their with ease.


    "The me Dragon''sir master and dragon queen are out. Secure the mission item quickly!"


    "The me Demon Volcano will erupt in 20 minutes. Countdown starts now!"


    As soon as they stepped into the dragon''sir, the mission prompt updated.


    Just as Orson had predicted, the eruption of the volcano would happen soon.


    "Wait a minute, counting the two we killed, their master, the dragon queen... where''s the other spicy snack?"


    Orson frowned in thought.


    Could it be the final boss of the dungeon?


    "Damn, a bone dragon throne that''s hundreds of meters tall, how big is the me Dragonir master supposed to be?"


    ShatteredCrown eximed in awe.


    The inside of their was a pce built from the bones of various beasts. Hundreds of giant beast ribs lined up like walls, holding up a sharp, fang-like ceiling. It gave off a very oppressive vibe.


    Everything inside their was made from bones and animal pelts, seemingly imitating the style of ancient tribal nobility.


    But the proportions of the items were enormous¡ªeach of the more than a dozen magicalmps were about 7-8 meters wide, casting a dim red light that illuminated most of their.


    "I told you there had to be a back door! Luckily, we took down the spicy snack that was blocking the way, maximizing our gains!"


    ShatteredCrown grinned, pointing to a gap in the corner of their¡ªthis was originally the normal entrance to the dungeon.


    Empress: "Though your words are crude, it''s true. Who would''ve thought we could kill the two guard dragons?"


    As she finished, Empress subtly nced at Orson.


    If it weren''t for this guy''s outrageous actions, they would have had to sneak in through the original route like thieves.


    "The foundation stone for the barrier should be inside, but I think I hear something."


    ckStockings pointed toward the back of the throne. There, they saw a massive bone door.


    The door was slightly cracked open, just wide enough for yers to squeeze through.


    With time pressing, Orson quickly led the group forward, heading toward the door.


    As he stepped through the huge bone door, he noticed several blue ghost mes flickering through the gap.


    "Get ready for battle."


    Empress, always calm, positioned herself at the front with herrge shield.


    [Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragon: Level 35]


    HP: 150,000


    Attack Power: 1600


    Skills: Split, Ambush Piercing


    The vision ahead gradually became clearer. Over a dozen elite mixed-blood dragons snarled at them.


    These creatures were incredibly ugly, with dark red scales all over their bodies. Their spiked heads split in two with their roars, revealing a mouthful of sharp teeth.


    "Wait, no need to take them head-on."


    Orson smiled faintly and called Empress back.


    "What do you want to do then?"


    Empress looked at him, puzzled.


    "Do you want to go in and get surrounded by these small monsters?"


    Orson nced at the bone door and began to retreat, sliding a fire stick into the gap. He casually cast an Explosive Fireball through the door.@@novelbin@@


    The fireball flew straight ahead, traveling several hundred meters before crashing into the wall and exploding.


    ckStockings: "This is bad, so many monsters!"


    Thanks to the firelight, they could see that the hallway behind the door was packed with monsters.


    At least four or five hundred of them, with only a few being regr cannon fodder, the majority were elite creatures with HP between 100,000 and 300,000.


    Empress''s face turned pale as she frowned. "You''ve lost your mind. With so many monsters at once, not even my beast could handle them, let alone me."


    "Two high-level mages here, and you''re still worried about clearing the small fry?"


    Orson chuckled lightly.


    "It''s time to show my power as a Saint-level Grand Mage!"


    ShatteredCrown''s eyes lit up at the mention of this.


    He immediately understood Orson''s intentions, and without hesitation, he also inserted his fire stick into the gap.


    "Good intuition," Orson smiled, narrowing his eyes.


    The me Dragon!


    The me Dragon!


    The master and disciple synchronously cast C-level Fire-type Awakening Magic.


    ShatteredCrown''s The me Dragon hit the monster group over a hundred meters away, and instantly, mes erupted as the dragon released a barrage of fireballs, dealing AoE damage.


    -1500!


    Crit -3000!


    Burn -1200¡­


    "Wait, you even have this skill?"


    Orson shook his head and smiled. This was Touch of the me Serpent, a magic created by his teacher, Hazel. It couldn''t be purchased from the market.


    "You don''t have it either?"


    ShatteredCrown responded in Orson''s tone, causing Orson to p him on the back of the head.


    Orson was an S-level Ice-Fire Mage in the Mage Guild, with enhanced effects for Ice/Water and Fire/me magic. Combined with his legendary gear, his damage output was no joke.


    However,pared to Orson, ShatteredCrown still had a way to go.


    Orson summoned The me Dragon, but instead of dropping straight down, it appeared around a corner five hundred meters away, then continued to drop and extend forward.


    "Wow! Master, how does your The me Dragon turn corners?"


    ShatteredCrown was astonished.


    "Continuous guidance skills extend the effect by about 0.8 seconds."


    Orson generously shared the experience.


    Soon, loud screams echoed from around the corner, as a mass of elite monsters was disturbed.


    The number of monsters in the hallway surged, and they began charging toward Orson and his group.


    "I see."


    ShatteredCrown''s eyes lit up. He swung his staff and cast Hailstorm, mimicking Orson''s technique.


    Sure enough, the spell''snding point drifted forward a little before dropping, and though it was just a brief dy, Orson was quite surprised.


    "This kid isn''t as bad as people say."


    Orson thought to himself.


    In his previous life, ShatteredCrown had died in a very humiliating way, which led many of the top-tier experts to underestimate him.


    But seeing how ShatteredCrown could intuitively grasp such subtle mechanics, Orson now realized his potential. Find your next adventure on empire


    "One''s crazier than the next."


    Empress muttered silently. The mages in her guild, so proud of themselves, seemed like nothingpared to these two.


    Boom! Boom! Boom!


    A barrage of monsters mmed against the bone door, creating deafening explosive sounds.


    "Fall back a bit, focus on clearing the monsters."


    Orsonmanded, moving everyone back, just in case the monsters'' impact caused the entire door to copse. That would be disastrous.


    The Chaos Hexagram lit up, and a Chaos Magic Ball flew straight into the gap, causing continuous damage.


    With Whisper of the Wind increasing the attack speed to its maximum, Chaos Chain spread across, binding and slowing downrge groups of monsters.


    Brahma''s Divine me.


    Crimson Sun Fire!


    Master and disciple, in perfect sync, unleashed their fiery magic to roast the monsters.


    The entire hallway was filled with fire, explosions happening non-stop as waves of monsters fell only to be reced by more.


    "You killed the Inferno Earth Dragon, Experience +2000."


    "You killed the Red-Horned Dragon, Experience +1700."


    "You¡­"


    "I can go AFK now, right? Luckily we have two monster mages, this is so rxing."


    Empresszilyy on the ground, gnawing on a chicken leg, chatting with ckStockings beside her.


    The two of them were relentless in their output, and her role as a frontliner Holy Knight was all about lounging and winning.


    She had never been so rxed in a dungeon before.


    Five minutester, the hallway was filled with a kaleidoscope of loot.


    Everyone''s experience surged rapidly, and both ShatteredCrown and Empress reached level 30. ckStockings also reached level 29 while AFK.


    Orson, after killing the Gluttonous Devourer and the waves of monsters, was now level 36, with 42% progress toward level 40.


    ShatteredCrown paused, looking confused. "Wait, why isn''t this Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragon dying?"


    Orson furrowed his brow and noticed


    the issue. The bone door had been damaged by the Cracked-Mouth Dragons.


    The number of elite monsters had exploded from the original twenty to over a hundred.


    "Split skill?" Orson''s gaze sharpened.


    Just then, after thest Cracked-Mouth Dragon was killed by the Chaos Magic Ball, it split into two new monsters, rising from the dead.


    Orson checked its properties again.


    [Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragon: Level 35]


    Splitting Creature


    HP: 150,000


    ¡­


    "So, this isn''t the real body?"


    "If I had more time, I''d be happy to farm this thing for three days and nights."


    Orson muttered, but his Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye was at its limit, so he couldn''t waste time farming.


    "Let''s just go in and forget about these things," Orson said.


    With only fifteen minutes left until the volcano erupted, they had no choice but to force their way through.

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    With a furious roar, the Crimson Lizard King flew out of the Battle Space. Orson jumped onto its head, signaling everyone to follow.


    Fortunately, they were inside the dragon''sir, with its incredibly wide corridors. Otherwise, with the size of the Crimson Lizard King, it would have been difficult to fly inside.


    Boom!


    The Crimson Lizard King unleashed its devastating breath, smashing through the breaking bone door. Spreading its wings, it charged down the corridor with the might of death.


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    The Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragon let out a screech, its body erupting with numerous dark-brown spikes. The Crimson Lizard King adjusted its flight path and endured the attack.


    Orson, standing on the dragon''s head, took the opportunity to collect loot, and the others, seeing this, immediately reached out to do the same.


    "You''ve obtained a Bronze Key."


    "You''ve obtained a ck Iron Key..."


    Empress: "The drop rate for these strange keys is so high... Does this mean...?"


    Orson smiled and finished her sentence, "Exactly, there must be treasure chests in the dragon''sir."


    The Dragon Lair probably contained a Dragon Cache. In Infinite Dimensions, there were many types of treasure chests, but the highest quality ones were always from dragons.


    The chests came in a variety of grades, ranging from ck Iron to Diamond. However, the higher the chest''s grade, the harder it was to open.


    For example, using a Golden Key to open a Golden Chest only had a 30-40% sess rate, and only using a tinum Key would guarantee a 100% open. Using a Silver Key for the same chest would drop the sess rate to 10-15%.


    Despite the challenges, many yers loved gambling on chest openings, with some thieves using low-quality keys and relying on their skills to achieve miracles.


    Orson, enduring the monster''s attacks, managed to collect nearly 30 keys. Unfortunately, most of them were ck Iron and Bronze keys, with only one Silver key.


    ShatteredCrown and the others didn''t even manage to get a single Silver key. This was with the increased drop rate inside the dragon''sir, which meant the drop rate in the wild would be far worse.


    Soon, a crossroad appeared before them.


    Behind them, the Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragons were still chasing relentlessly. The Crimson Lizard King''s breath continued to st them into the air.


    ShatteredCrown: "Big lizard, you''re really amazing... amazing my foot!"


    ShatteredCrown, who was about to praise the Crimson Lizard King, had just witnessed it wipe out a group of Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragons. However, as soon as one batch was killed, the number of monsters doubled.


    Empress: "It seems like these monsters can''t be killed, and killing more just makes them appear in greater numbers. What should we do?"


    "Don''t waste time trying to kill them. Let''s focus on the mission first," Orson replied calmly.


    Having already drawn out most of the monsters, there were only a few straggling minions ahead blocking their way.


    Orson checked the map for the mission objective. "The Purple Thunder Fortress main burial grounds are just ahead. ShatteredCrown, your team is in charge of retrieving the Barrier Keystone."


    "Left side, all four keystone pirs are there," ShatteredCrown called out.


    "And what''s on the right?"


    Orson mused, ncing at the dark and silent right passage. There were no monsters, but the eerie silence made it feel unnerving. Something was definitely off.


    "Let''s investigate."


    Orson ordered, noticing the Crimson Lizard King had thick skin and could endure considerable damage. It was perfect for attracting monsters while the others focused on the mission.


    He quickly led the others to the left and called out to Empress. "You help me retrieve the item. If it''s too tough, report the coordinates and I''ll cover you."


    Then, he turned to ckStockings: "You protect ShatteredCrown. You two go grab the Barrier Keystone."


    ckStockings arrogantly replied, "I would''ve done that anyway... And you?"


    "I? Of course, I''m going to get the ''dragon eggs,''" Orson grinned.


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    ShatteredCrownughed, "Haha, waiting for your dragon eggs, master!"


    Empress added, "I also want your dragon eggs, we''ve already agreed!"


    Orson felt a little uneasy with their eager expressions, but he didn''tment. Instead, he quickly dived into the dark passage ahead.


    Swish...


    As he rushed forward for over a thousand meters, a dark shadow suddenly moved, carrying a heavy scent of blood.


    Orson raised his staff andunched a spell, pausing in surprise. "A humanoid unit?"


    Critical Hit!


    -5500!


    Burn Damage - 9000!


    The damage numbers soared, triggering his dragon blood bonus.


    "Half-dragon warrior?" Orson squinted his eyes as he saw two three-meter-tall figures d in crimson battle armor, with mes spewing from the joints of their armor.


    [Dragonmark Corpse Fiend: Level 40]


    [Lord-ss Creature]


    HP: 1,000,000


    Attack Power: 4500


    Skill: Infinite Resurrection


    The attack power was high, but their HP was rtively low for a level 40 boss. Normally, Orson could handle two of them easily...


    But their one special skill made them incredibly annoying.


    Infinite Resurrection ¡ª a truly infuriating boss mechanic.


    A sudden whistling sound filled the air. Orson evaded, only to be blown away by a gust of violent wind.


    Sun Shield!


    Orson''s eyes shed, generating a protective shield and using the momentum to roll andnd steadily.


    A me arrow the size of a bowl shot into the ground, leaving a terrifying mark where it struck.


    "Can''t kill them and they''re set here?" Orson groaned in frustration. His original n was to take down a small boss for some loot, but now he was dealing with an unkible monster.


    The two Corpse Fiends¡ªone wielding a giant sword and the other using a bow¡ªwere strong enough to easily obliterate most yers with a single hit.


    "Typical gatekeeper boss design," Orson sneered.


    There was a pattern in Infinite Dimensions: wherever treasure chests were found, these annoying gatekeeper bosses were always present.


    This only confirmed that he had found the right ce!


    The giant sword Corpse Fiend roared as it charged forward. Its movements were slow, but the force behind its attacks was devastating.


    As it swung its sword down again, Orson saw iting and easily evaded, casting Ice Prison Ring.


    The two Corpse Fiends were briefly frozen in ce. However, after a few seconds, they broke free, their resistance to negative effects astonishingly high.


    "You all take your time."


    Orson didn''t bother to fight head-on. Some bosses could be outsmarted, and he knew this was one of them.


    With a flick of his wrist, a Chaos Rift tore open, summoning a horde of cursed creatures that swarmed the two Corpse Fiends, wrapping them up and buying Orson precious time.


    Orson dashed through the chaos, triggering his Earthquake spell.


    Multiple effects triggered, and six stone dragons erupted from the ground, forming barriers and summoning a mire to trap the Corpse Fiends further.


    With the bosses momentarily trapped, Orson pressed forward, deeper into the tunnel.


    Suddenly, he collided with something solid.


    "Ugh..."


    Orson''s forehead struck something hard, and he felt blood drain from his health bar.


    In front of him was arge, blood-red barrier, with magical runes flickering on its surface. Behind it, he could just make out several treasure chests scattered around.


    Orson studied it for a moment. The chests were all at least Silver quality, and among the shiny objects, he could see...


    Dragon Scales, Dragon Bones, and a few Dragon Crystals!


    But what stunned Orson wasn''t the materials.


    It was the Dragon Eggs!


    He couldn''t believe his eyes¡ªthere were at least a dozen massive dragon eggs, each the size of a human head, embedded in the magical runes. These eggs were surrounded by six Dragon Crystals and other dragon materials, forming a powerful dragon enchantment.


    The flowing magma and fire elements continually infused magic into the eggs.


    "Just hunting dragons, and I actually lost health¡ªthis is uneptable!"


    Orson muttered to himself. He had been aiming for a perfect dungeon run, but taking 500 damage was a stain on his record!


    Thus, getting a chest and a Dragon Egg aspensation was more than reasonable!

 Chapter 147 147: And You, My True Hero

    In theter stages of the game, it wasn''t umon for guilds to possess Dragon Beasts, but those who truly grew into dominant powers were few and far between.


    "Only four of the dragon eggs have decent hatching rates, the other eight are just average."


    Orson noticed that the hatching probabilities of the dragon eggs varied. Most of the eggs had a hatching rate below 5%, while four of them had a hatching rate between 10% and 30%. Hatching these eggs would offer a much better return on investment.


    Thergest egg, already marked with fiery magic runes, would have hatched soon if he hadn''t stolen it in advance.


    "Half for you, half for me, we''re good buddies!"


    Berenice skipped happily, holding thest dragon horn as she stepped out of the barrier. In under five minutes, she had emptied the entire treasure vault.


    "Hand it over."


    Orson smiled faintly, stuffing both the dragon and its horn into his inventory.


    What''s mine is yours, no need to make a fuss about it.


    Berenicey contentedly in the middle of a pile of treasure, clearly enjoying herself. "Wow, so much treasure! My servant, I really admire you more and more. Let''s go, let''s go to the next dragon''s nest!"


    "Coordinates 12.21, I''m about to copse!"


    Empress''s urgent voice echoed in the team channel.


    "Dodge, I''mying down some heavy fire."


    Orson nodded, his Chaos Six-Pointed Star glowing as heunched Brahma''s Divine me at the coordinates.


    Massive artillery fire covered the area to ensure the skill hit.


    At the same time, he cast Ice Prison Ring, expanding the area to two kilometers, summoning cursed spirits to assist in the battle.


    Several shadowy figures were sted away in front of Empress, and two ghosts immediately pounced, using their magic immunity to keep up the pressure on the boss.


    "Thank goodness for this freak, otherwise, this boss would have been impossible to beat." Empress sighed in relief.


    Six dark, monstrous figures in front of her were soon wrapped in negative auras. Empress swung her broad sword and rushed in, continuing the attack.


    ShatteredCrown: "This is pathetic. Let me solo this path. The foundation stone of the barrier is already in my hands!"


    ckStockings: "Don''t worry, Young Master, I won''t tell the others about the dragon pit you fell into."


    ShatteredCrown: "I... I''ll fire you!"


    Orson was about to use the Mirror of Folding when he almost tripped, hearing the exchange.


    As expected of a forbidden spell master, even his death method was unique.


    Using Mirror of Folding, Orson picked up ShatteredCrown and the others, and immediately rushed to assist Empress.


    "Finally, you''re here. The boss is the real body of the cracked-mouth monster from earlier."


    Empress let out a long breath when she saw Orson and the others arriving and added, "We need to kill at least half of the splits in one minute, or the boss will keep splitting."@@novelbin@@


    At a distance of several dozen meters, sixrge Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragons shot fireballs and sharp spines.


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    Block!


    -1100


    Empress raised herrge shield, blocking some of the attacks. ckStockings waved her staff, cing a protective shield and healing her, stabilizing her health temporarily.


    Orson checked the boss''s stats.


    [Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragon King: Level 40]


    [Lord-ss Creature]


    [Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragon Body]


    HP: 470,000


    Attack Power: 2000


    Skills: Piercing Strike, me Magic Ball, Cracked Dragon Split


    The boss''s panel didn''t look particrly strong, but it could split into multiple copies by dividing its health.


    Each split had the same strength as the main body, with the same powerful skills, but their health would be equally divided.


    "Kill Countdown: Kill at least half of the Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragon King''s splits within 1 minute, or it will continue to split!"


    As Empress had warned, a countdown appeared on Orson''s screen.


    "1 minute passed, kill conditions not met."


    "Please be aware, Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragon King will split again. Immediate action required!"


    A warning sounded again as the Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragon King let out a scream, and its mouth, filled with dagger-like teeth, split open.


    In the blink of an eye, the six bosses turned into twelve.


    The health of each dropped from 500,000 to 250,000.


    At the same time, the countdown started again.


    ShatteredCrown: "Master, what are you waiting for? Go kill it!"


    "Wait a second, I think the boss is getting weaker."


    Orson said calmly.


    Empress: "Can I curse? If it weren''t for my high defense and the healer here, I''d have been gone after one round of focused fire!"


    ckStockings: "Didn''t you hear the mission prompt? It can keep splitting. If it multiplies any further, I''m not sure if I can heal the tank."


    Orson shook his head faintly. He didn''t rush to attack, his gaze steady as he continued observing the boss''s state.


    This boss mechanism was quite tricky for most yers.


    But if it continued splitting, even though the numbers would grow overwhelming, their health would remain minuscule.


    As long as yers had temporary invincibility skills or mounted a mount to stall for time, once the boss''s health dropped to just a few thousand, onerge-area skill could easily wipe out all the split bodies. Find your next read at empire


    Right now, ShatteredCrown could do that.


    "Is this the final boss? Only a Lord-ss?"


    Orson frowned, skeptical. His task was different from ShatteredCrown''s team; the difficulty was much higher. The final boss was clearly meant to be tailored to him.


    Considering the current boss''s strength, it was far from being at the level of the two The me Dragons they had ughtered right outside their door.


    And in the hidden quest Blood Spilled Dragon Nest, apart from the nest master and dragon queen, there should be a third dragon.


    This boss''s name had "Dragon King" in it, but its performance clearly wasn''t up to the standard for a final boss.


    "Did I get my stuff?" Orson asked.


    "Did you get the dragon egg?"


    "Master, uh... can I have an egg first?"


    Both of them turned around in unison to look at Orson, their eyes practically shimmering.


    This was the allure of dragon eggs to a wealthy yer.


    Orson spoke in a bad mood: "If I didn''t get it, wouldn''t that mean the quest items wouldn''t even be given to me?"


    "Hmph, you think I''m like you? I don''t need to threaten others with quest items. If you have it, you have it; if not, you don''t." Empress sneered and threw a redwood box at him.


    "You have obtained Albert''s relic."


    Orson froze for a moment. This took him by surprise. He had expected her to try to haggle over the dragon egg, but instead, she was this straightforward.


    "Well then, you really are a hero yer!"


    ShatteredCrown immediately jumped on Orson''s leg, hugging it tightly.


    ckStockings: "I''m sorry for doubting you, Young Master. You truly are the real hero!"


    Empress, still stunned from the boss''s attacks, finally spoke with a solemn tone: "I apologize for what I said earlier. Please forgive me, we are forever allies!"


    To get two dragon eggs at once? If word got out, it would send shockwaves throughout the world of Infinite Dimensions!


    This was true greatness!


    "Okay, I think I''m getting a little carried away."


    After hearing all the praise, Orson''s face flushed. He had originally nned to give each of the two guilds a dragon egg with a 5% hatching chance, letting them spend money to increase the odds...


    But now, he couldn''t bring himself to give them such inferior items.


    Boom¡ª


    Suddenly, an ear-splitting explosion rocked the area. The entire dragon nest started shaking violently, and chunks of broken bones rained down from the ceiling.


    "The me Demon Volcano will erupt in 1 minute and 20 seconds! yers, please evacuate immediately!"


    "Oh no, I almost forgot about that."


    Orson''s heart skipped a beat. He looked up at the fractured ceiling, where thick smoke blocked the sky, like the end of the world was upon them.


    "Let''s go. Don''t worry about the small boss anymore."


    Orson made a quick decision, swiftly using the Ice Prison Creatures to entangle the split bodies and give Empress a chance to retreat.

 Chapter 148 148: Super God Soul Seal Unlocked!

    "Number One,e back!"


    Before long, a massive shadow zipped across the ground, with the Crimson Lizard King roaring in frustration, seemingly quite humiliated.


    "Dammit!!" Orson couldn''t help but swear. He saw that the Crimson Lizard King was drenched in dragon blood, having lost two-thirds of its health.


    ShatteredCrown stared in disbelief at the distant scene, "My giant lizard, what did you do...?"


    Behind them, Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragons were flooding the hall like a tidal wave. The mini-map was covered in red dots¡ªthis swarm of infinitely splitting lizards could number anywhere from four to five thousand!


    "Dammit, I told you to stop being reckless and stop attacking..."


    Orson gritted his teeth, easily guessing what had happened.


    The Crimson Lizard King, continuously under attack, had gotten irritated and unleashed its destructive breath, triggering the Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragons to mindlessly split. If Orson hadn''t called it back in time, it would have likely been killed by these elite monsters.


    Bang, bang, bang!


    Orson mmed three quick punches on the lizard''s head in frustration.


    The Crimson Lizard King let out a disgruntled hum, as if asking, "Is it my fault?"


    Empress returned to the team, shaking her head and joking, "Strange dragon beast... just as weird as its master."


    "Let''s go!"


    Orson sighed and led everyone towards the rift at the top of the dragon''s nest.


    "Was the loot worth it?"


    With the quest objectivepleted, Empress smiled and gave Orson a knowing look.


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    "Eh... nothing special, just some junk materials and some worthless chests," Orson cleared his throat, shaking his head. "I''m just a working-ss guy, the best loot''s all in your hands now."


    Two dragon eggs appeared in his hands, and Orson pretended to be in pain as he tossed Empress the 15% hatching probability one.


    He handed the other, with an 18% hatching probability, to ShatteredCrown.


    "Could it be... I''ll be Infinite Dimensions'' first magic dragon knight?" ShatteredCrown squealed with excitement.


    "Don''t be so sure." Orson chuckled and shook his head.


    Dragon knights were naturally the only ss that could fully unlock the potential of dragons, while other professions could only use dragons as abat assist through beast mastery.


    Generally, only dragon knights could learn skills that synergize with the dragons, creating a 1+1 greater than 2 effect in theter stages of the game.


    But in Infinite Dimensions, anything was possible. Magic dragon knights, archery dragon knights, and even spear-wielding dragon knights had asionally appeared.


    After all, the game had weird mechanics like the Soul Seal, which could match yers with dragons through special seals or other rare opportunities.


    Ding dong¡ª


    "Incubation failed!"


    "Incubation probability +1%!"


    ShatteredCrown: "The me Dragon egg! I thought I needed some special materials, but turns out just money does the trick!"


    Cha-ching¡ª


    The sound of coins clinking filled the air again as the magical runes on the egg deepened.


    Is this the true money bomb?!


    Orson''s face twitched. This guy didn''t even finish reading the dragon egg description before blindly throwing money at it.


    "Please, just act like a human for once, could you?" Empress mocked, ring at him.


    Orson bitterly smiled. ShatteredCrown was rich enough that in his eyes, money solved everything. If the problem wasn''t solved, it just meant he hadn''t spent enough.


    Empress was already watching with envy, her breathing shallow. She murmured, "After we go back, I might need to request some funds... Maybe I can be a The me Dragon Pdin."


    "The me Dragon Pdin?"


    Orson squinted at her, curious.


    "Nothing, nothing... Having a powerful battle beast is enough." Empress smiled slightly.


    She really wasn''t good at lying¡­


    Orson didn''t press the matter. He didn''t care what kind of pdin she''d be as long as she wasn''t a freak like him.


    Cough, with ten The me Dragon eggs in hand, if they all hatched...


    A fleet of bombers?


    That sounded pretty feasible.


    While they were chatting, the Crimson Lizard King flew quickly out of the volcanic smoke-covered area, and Orson breathed a sigh of relief.


    He opened the wooden box that Empress had given him.


    Inside was a nearly charred skeleton.


    "A ne?"


    Orson pulled out a silver pendant from the ashes, which held a white crystal that looked quite unique.


    "You''ve obtained [Divine Fragment]."


    "Description: This item is exclusive to Orgod. It can unlock Soul Seal levels."


    "Would you like to unlock your Soul Seal [Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye]?"


    The prompt appeared, and Orson immediately confirmed.


    He quickly opened his panel to check the status of his Super God-grade Soul Seal.


    "Unlock sessful!"


    "Your Soul Seal has advanced to High-Level!"


    "You''ve gained a new passive skill."


    "After reaching level 50 and undergoing the second ss awakening, it will upgrade to Master-level!"


    Orson clicked open the panel again to examine the updated Soul Seal.


    [Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye]: Super God-grade


    Passive Skill 1: Every 10 monsters killed increases range by 1 meter (max 5000/10000 meters for High-Level)


    Passive Skill 2: Every monster killed grants +1 mana growth (max 50000/100000 MP for High-Level)


    "Why did the maximum limit only double?" Orson frowned.


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    But when he saw the newly unlocked third passive skill, Orson was dumbfounded. "Isn''t this just too crazy?"


    Passive Skill 3: For every 1000 monsters killed, you gain a 20% bonus to critical damage (max 0/2000% for High-Level).


    Godly pricing: So what if the mage''s damage is a bit high?


    Orson grinned, even he felt it was a bit excessive.


    Killing 100,000 monsters to reach a 20x critical damage increase?


    With his current attack power at 1500+, a critical hit would naturally deal double damage, and with the extra 20x crit damage¡ªwithout even considering enemy defense¡ªone Chaos Magic Ball could deal up to 31,500 points of damage.


    Plus, with the Emperor''s Earring extending his range to 20 kilometers, it would be easy to lock on to targets with precision...


    Who cares about NPCs like Lord Cain or rebel armies? They''d all be forced to kneel and sing the anthem of the Light Dragon Empire in submission!


    "This is too ridiculous... but it matches my ystyle." Orson took a deep breath to calm down.


    Of course, killing 100,000 monsters wasn''t an easy task.


    And his own health was too low, his survival skills weren''t great¡ªthis was the reality.


    Which is why he often used the Crimson Lizard King as a meat shield, even going so far as to train his humanoid mount, Drunken Dream.


    It was a w of the mage ss; no matter how well you yed, you couldn''t avoid it.


    But this Soul Seal that endlessly stacked critical damage¡ªnow that was satisfying.


    It solved the fundamental issue of Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye: the passive growth was slow, only increasing length and width. Now it was also growing stronger.


    ShatteredCrown: "Master, why are youughing?"


    "Was Iughing?"


    "You weren''t? I saw youughing like crazy. Can you at least act like me and be a little more righteous? Stop thinking about ying with the girls!" ShatteredCrown said seriously.


    "You''re the one who''s righteous?"


    Orson couldn''t help butugh at ShatteredCrown. The guy couldn''t even approach a girl himself, and now he had the audacity to call someone else unrighteous?


    Before Orson could say more, he suddenly felt a sharp spike of danger.


    Whoosh!


    A muffled sound rang out, and the Crimson Lizard King howled in pain.


    Critical hit -40,000!


    A spear had pierced its wing, exploding violently and tearing through the Crimson Lizard King''s broad dragon wing.


    Before anyone could react, a volley of dragon-ying arrows came flying in, aimed at the Crimson Lizard King''s other wing.


    Critical hit -18,000


    Critical hit -16,000


    ¡­


    The Crimson Lizard King had already lost most of its health earlier, and now it was severely wounded again, leaving only about 400,000 health.


    ShatteredCrown panicked and yelled, "Damn it, we''re going to crash!"


    The Crimson Lizard King began plummeting uncontrobly. It was about to crash into a ridge hundreds of meters away when Orson shouted, "Wind God''s Sigh!"


    With precise control, Orson used a series of wind sts to prop up the crippled dragon''s wing, alleviating the downward plunge.


    But with one wing missing, the Crimson Lizard King could no longer maintain flight and began gliding down for an emergencynding


    .


    Empress gasped, "That was close... we almost wiped!"


    Everyone was still in shock. ShatteredCrown''s face was pale as he asked in confusion, "We haven''t even left the dungeon yet, how did they shoot at us with spears and arrows? Are they NPCs or yers?"


    The Crimson Lizard King spewed blood from its mouth, and a stream of blood poured from its ribs, leaving a trail of dragon blood on the ridge.


    Even with its thick skin and tough body, forcing it into a crashnding had caused it to lose nearly 500,000 health.


    "Who dares to harm my transport beast? Show yourself!"


    Orson''s eyes turned cold as he nced at the sky. Ten massive shadows swiftly moved across the clouds.


    Before he could finish speaking, a loud horn sounded from below the ridge.


    Empress''s face turned pale as she looked at the ins below in disbelief.


    There, a monstrous army with dragonnces and red armor, riding earth dragons, was charging toward them!


    At the same time, a terrifying pressure enveloped the area, and a figure, as fast as aet, plummeted to the ground.


    "I am¡ªDestruction."


    "I am¡ªEternal."


    A hoarse yetmanding voice echoed.


    A towering dark figure slowly rose from the dust: "I am... the end of the world."

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    "I am the Song of Despair."


    The dark figure slowly rose from the dust, his body shrinking as he approached the group.


    "I am the unyielding incarnation of the Dark Spirit n..."


    His face was handsome yet effeminate, with crimson red pupils that were eerie and seductive. His height was nearly double that of a normal human.


    "I am your father! Get lost!"


    ShatteredCrown suddenly erupted in anger, fed up with this bizarre figure speaking nonsense.


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    He raised his legendary weapon high.


    The six-pointed star, red and blue, shone brightly. ShatteredCrown''s usual yful demeanor vanished, reced by a serious expression as he announced, "Abyss of Hell!"


    Fierce mes and swirling snowkes appeared together.


    It was a strange sight where fire and ice intertwined, quickly merging to create a surge ofbined magical power.


    An ice-and-fire prison formed around the dark figure.


    A sharp, screeching wail followed as the two extreme magical elements collided, creating a deafening explosion.


    In the next moment, the prison rapidlypressed, binding the dark figure with insane force.


    The dark figure, standing at over ten meters tall, began shrinking quickly. Space itself tore open, revealing a world of death, where both fire and ice coexisted.


    "A-ss dual-element fusion magic, Abyss of Hell?"


    Orson''s eyes widened. This was one of the signature moves of S-rank Fire-Ice Grand Mages, known as the most powerful single-target skill below S-rank.


    This skill suppressed the target''s size, health, attack power, and other basic attributes.


    It created an ice-and-fire prison with ten times the caster''s health, and if the target couldn''t break free within ten seconds, they would be temporarily banished to the Abyss of Hell, taking massive single-target mixed magic damage while exhausting all their mana.


    "Are you sweating yet, master?" ShatteredCrown gave Orson a sly wink.


    "Dammit, this move feels like it''s tailor-made for me," Orson cursed inwardly. This skill was a nightmare for 1v1 mages. Even if someone survived being banished, they''d be left with zero mana and no way to fight back.


    "The wind-up time is too long," Empress pointed out, "You stand there for so long doing all that, Orson could kill you seven or eight times before you finish."


    ShatteredCrown blinked, then awkwardly chuckled.


    The skill did indeed have a long wind-up time, and its casting speed was slow. It was effective for fighting bosses or low-level yers, but against someone like Orson, it was a death sentence unless maxed out.


    ng...


    A sharp sound rang out, and ShatteredCrown''s face froze in shock.


    ng! ng! ng!


    Within the ice-and-fire prison, cold light flickered, and sword des shot into the sky.


    Critical hit -16,000!


    Critical hit -20,000!


    ...


    A crisp cracking sound echoed, and the prison shattered, as the Hellish Rift began to close.


    ShatteredCrown: "What the hell? This damage is insane! My attack power was reduced by at least 40%, and my prison broke after just three hits?!"


    Empress: "What kind of boss is this? Every hit is a critical!"


    "The Dark Spirit n will annihte everything."


    The dark figure continued speaking in a low, mocking voice, his tone filled with a god-like arrogance.


    Behind him, six wings with a metallic sheen transformed, bing six red battle des, each held by six long, slender, and bizarre arms.


    "Six-Winged Inferno Dragon. I knew the Crack-Mouth King was just ackey..."


    Orson''s gaze sharpened as he checked the boss''s attributes.


    [Six-Winged Inferno Dragon ¡¤ Avenger Barenkas: Level 50]


    [Saint-level Entity]


    [Dark Dragon King''s Blood Blessing / Dark Spirit n Blessing]


    [High-level Dragon ¡¤ Rebirth of Nirvana ¡¤ Thief Mode]@@novelbin@@


    HP: 90 million


    Attack Power: ???


    Skills: ???


    ShatteredCrown: "Damn, so many buffs! No wonder my skill didn''t work."


    Everyone stared at the overwhelming number of titles and buffs above the boss''s head, shivering with fear.


    The Dragon King''s Blood Blessing granted 100% critical hit rate, while the Dark Spirit n Blessing added 5000 attack power.


    Moreover, the boss had two different forms: the Six-Winged Dragon form and the humanoid Thief form.


    Each form changed the effects of its buffs.


    Empress: "This time, I''m saying we can''t win. You got any objections?"


    Orson smiled bitterly and cursed inwardly, "High-level dragons... I just came in here for a Soul Seal upgrade, and this is what I get?"


    A Saint-level high dragon appeared while grinding in the Dragon Nest?! Who do I talk to about this?


    Even lower-level dragons, at their peak, were huge and unwieldy, making them easy targets to be focused down in battle.


    Although the damage from their breath was terrifying, in the eyes of high-level yers, an attack that couldn''t hit the target was useless.


    But high-level dragons didn''t have this problem. Their ability to switch between two forms allowed them to maintain a perfect bnce of power.


    The Six-Winged Inferno Dragonbined the flexibility of a thief with the strength of a dragon. Even a top-tier guild would be ughtered if they tried to ambush it.


    Another wave of danger arrived.


    Dark clouds gathered above, and Orson looked up: "Great, now we have enemies from above and below."


    [Flying Dragon Imperial Crossbowman: Level 50]


    [Elite-level Entity]


    HP: 2.7 million


    Attack Power: 4000


    Skills: Armor-piercing Crossbow Bolt, Rapid Fire]


    There were over twenty hybrid dragon warriors mounted on flying dragons, each with the strength of an elite boss.


    Among them were the exceptional Lord-ss Flying Dragon Imperial Spearmen.


    It was one of these that had just destroyed the Crimson Lizard King''s wing.


    "Guys, time to pull back!" Orson immediately made a decision. This was a deadlock. The game clearly didn''t intend for them to clear this dungeon perfectly.


    He opened the Battle Space and forcibly interrupted the Crimson Lizard King''s ultimate Breath attack, sending it into the space rift.


    Seeing the Flying Dragon Imperial Crossbowmen dive down at high speed, Orson quickly activated the effect of the Emperor''s Earring.


    Magic Eye!


    Mirror of Folding!


    He stretched the teleportation distance to the maximum and quickly transported the group into the spatial.


    "You have been locked onto by the Six-Winged Inferno Dragon."


    As soon as Orson and the others exited the portal, a system warning immediately rang out.


    "You have taken what doesn''t belong to you."


    Orson''s scalp tingled. A figure actually followed them through the magic mirror.


    Wang Defa!?


    ShatteredCrown was stunned: "What the hell? This boss is so messed up!"


    Empress: "How did it know we wereing through the portal? Is this a boss or a yer?"


    "What doesn''t belong to you?"


    Orson''s eyes shed. He started to think carefully about the meaning of that phrase. Was it referring to the dragon egg? Or the chest?


    Before he could contemte further, the six-winged The me Dragon bent its legs,unching itself like a missile toward them, its speed astonishing.


    Orson broke out in cold sweat. He quickly re-entered the Magic Eye and activated another teleportation.


    "You have been... locked..."


    The warning shed again. Orson froze.


    He had never encountered a boss that could follow through space teleportation.


    The first time could be considered a coincidence. But the second time?


    This boss''s intelligence clearly far exceeded that of ordinary dragons.


    This was going to be a major problem.


    "Keep retreating! Don''t look back!"


    Magic Eye reappeared, and Orson decisively ordered the others to move ahead.


    He then raised his staff, and the Chaotic Six-Pointed Star unleashed a wave of power.


    Earthquake!


    Wind God''s Sigh!


    Quagmire!


    Three control effects were cast, and Orson hoped to block the path, then teleport again using Mirror of Folding.


    But on Barenkas''s effeminate face, a look of disdain appeared.


    In the next moment, six arms swirled wildly, and the world changed color. The ground caved in, and countless des of light ravaged the area like a hurricane.


    Break!


    Break!


    ...


    Orson''s face turned ashen. All his control skills were instantly shattered, but he wasn''t nning to surrender just yet.


    "The me Dragon!"


    Orson whispered, triggering multiple special effects. Three The me Dragons roared, and all of them charged toward Barenkas.

 Chapter 150 150: Only a Fight to the Death

    "So weak, yet able to ughter my kin... Unbelievable."


    Barenkas sneered, his body transforming into a streak of lightning. His de cut through the air like a whirlwind, shing in every direction!


    The three The me Dragons charged at him, but in an instant, Barenkas sliced them into dozens of pieces with his des. A huge explosion of fire elements erupted, but it only caused minor burn damage.


    Seeing this, Orson''s face darkened, his voice cold as he muttered, "What do you even think you are?"


    Thest The me Dragon, about to be cut apart, suddenly burst with a brilliant light that ripped through its body and spread outward.


    That was Brahma''s Divine me!


    ShatteredCrown looked back in surprise and yelled, "What the hell! A skill within a skill? What kind of sorcery is this? Teach me, bro!"


    As the me Dragon activated its multiple special effects, Orson had already secretlyyered Brahma''s Divine me inside. Since both spells were fire-based and their colors were simr, it was almost impossible for Barenkas to spot the hidden effect.


    Barenkas'' dragon eyes widened in shock, his des ringing with a fierce sound as they shed together. Three of his crimson des fused into one massive weapon, which he swung at the fireball with great force.


    "Damn, is this for real?" Orson couldn''t help but curse.


    What should''ve been a fatal fireball was forced away by the giant de, sending it flying several meters off-course, failing to explode at the right moment.


    Boom!


    A massive explosion rang out, and a mushroom cloud rose into the sky.


    Critical Hit +1000!


    Dragonblood Damage +100%!


    -6700!


    Burning Damage -9900


    Burning Damage -9900


    ...


    The attack dealt a staggering 120,000 points of damage, but to the massive health pool of Six-Winged The me Dragon, it was barely a scratch.


    Barenkas stepped forward, a sinister smile on his face as he stood unharmed in the fiery explosion, and slowly made his way towards Orson. "Hand over the Divine Soul Fragment, and I will spare your life!"


    "So that''s what you want," Orson said coldly, his eyes narrowing.


    "Six-Winged Inferno Dragon demands that you hand over the Divine Soul Fragment."


    "If you refuse to hand it over, you may be killed."


    "Due to your Crimson Butcher title, your level will be reset to zero, and you will lose all your items."


    Orson''s eyes flickered with a wry smile. He had already used that Soul Fragment to level up his Soul Seal.


    Hand it over to him? Was he kidding?


    From Orson''s understanding of high-intelligence NPCs, even if the item had never been used, handing it over honestly could still end in death.


    And from the system prompt, it was clear that Six-Winged The me Dragon was allied with Lord Cain. Otherwise, the effect of the Crimson Butcher title wouldn''t have triggered.


    After a brief moment of thought, Orson turned to ShatteredCrown and said, "You guys go back to Purple Thunder Fortress. I''ll keep him busy."


    "Wait, what about you?" ShatteredCrown froze. This was a High-level Dragonboss¡ªwas his teacher really going to sacrifice himself?


    "What''s the alternative? We either fight to the death, or die trying," Orson said nonchntly, shaking his head.


    Empress raised her ck shield and grinned. "I''ll stay with you, it''s just one death, after all."


    ShatteredCrown shrugged. "I''m not leaving either. Might as well die here and save the trouble of running around."


    ckStockings said nothing. Whatever ShatteredCrown decided, she''d follow, even if it didn''t make much sense.


    Orson smiled faintly. He opened his Battle Space just as the Crimson Lizard King, still with only 5 million health, appeared.


    "Orson, stop showing off! Let me tank the boss, you should be the one dealing damage."


    "What the hell is this, big lizard? Get out of the way!" Orson snapped.


    The Crimson Lizard King, tail flicking, sent the group flying into the spatialwork.


    "A bunch of idiots, this boss is after me. Staying here will just slow me down." Orson chuckled.


    He quickly shut off the team chat and closed the spatialwork.


    "You''ve chosen to refuse handing over the item."


    Ding¡ª


    "You have made the right choice!"


    "Purple Thunder Fortress reinforcements will arrive in 5 minutes!"


    The system''s prompt sounded, and the countdown appeared once more.


    Orson took a deep breath. This oue had been part of his n. Infinite Dimensions was never designed to have a ''death-trap'' dungeon. The plot always had a twist, some way out!


    "Five minutes... Can I hold out?"


    Orson smirked, a triumphant grin crossing his face as he muttered, "Dark Elves... Thief Mode?"


    "The time of your death is near, adventurer. I am the most powerful assassin of the Dark Elves, and I will personally send you to eternal oblivion."


    Barenkas locked onto Orson with disdain, ignoring the others who had tried to flee.


    "Thief Mode..." Orson suddenly burst intoughter.


    Barenkas'' smile faded, his dragon eyes narrowing with suspicion. Orson''sughter only grew louder.


    "A mixed-blood NPC thief dares to dance with me?" Orson''s eyes shed with disdain.


    Holy Lord Boss? High-tier mixed-blood dragon? He didn''t care.


    Given how intelligent this boss was, Orson simply treated him like he would a god-level yer.


    "Whisper of the Wind."


    A gentle breeze brushed against Orson''s face, boosting his attack speed and casting efficiency.


    Thunder Roar.


    A crackling electric storm surrounded Orson''s body, enhancing his fire crits. Find your next read at empire


    His staff rose, attack speed maximized. Multiple quick attacks unleashed, and ten Chaos Magic Balls lined up in perfect formation, quickly aimed at Barenkas.


    Critical Hit!


    Critical Hit!


    -7000!


    Burn Damage -9900!


    Barenkas'' six hands were a nightmare, slicing through most of Orson''s attacks.


    But Orson wasn''t deterred, continuing his steady barrage. This action enraged Barenkas.


    In a sh, Barenkas disappeared, entering Thief Mode, dramatically increasing his attack power. One strike could easily kill Orson.


    At the same moment, the Flying Dragon Guard squad locked onto Orson.


    Orson cast a cold nce at them and scoffed, "My domain¡ªfull power!"


    An icy mist covered the area. Everything around him withered, and even the Dragonblood warriors'' attacks were halted. The flying dragons crashed uncontrobly to the ground.


    Crash Damage -100,000!


    Crash Damage -80,000!


    ...


    "Celestial Descent!"


    Before the flying dragons could rise again, Orson summoned a massive meteor that mmed into them, forcing them into the mountainside.


    The Flying Dragon Guards were knocked down for a short time, unable to move.


    Barenkas was surrounded by dark energy, and with a swift motion, he drove his des toward Orson''s neck in a deadly strike.


    "Cursed Phantom."


    Without looking back, Orson summoned two Cursed Phantoms that lunged at Barenkas.


    Barenkas stepped back, sneering as he shed the phantoms apart, his attack immune to their physical assaults.


    MLSS!


    MLSS!


    Orson, unfazed, whispered, "Soul Lock."


    A cursed phantom, shrouded in ck light, bypassed Barenkas'' attacks and locked onto him, forcing him into a three-second paralysis.


    "Is that all? You dare call yourself the ''Ender''?" Orson''s voice was cold as he unleashed a barrage of magic.


    The Crimson Lizard King, fully healed, took Orson to the skies, turning to give one final taunt: "Hah! Take that!"


    A massive glob of spittle hit Barenkas square in the face.@@novelbin@@


    Barenkas, stunned for a moment, quickly regainedposure and let out a battle cry, showing his dragon might.


    Critical Hit -30,000!


    Critical Hit -25,000!


    ...


    Barenkas''s six des danced through the cursed phantoms, cutting them to pieces in an instant.


    He leapt into the air, his body shifting and transforming into a Six-Winged The me Dragon, his wings glowing with metallic light.


    The pressure was suffocating, and Orson could feel the difference in size between Barenkas and the Crimson Lizard King.


    Dark me Dragon Breath!


    A devastating st of dark dragon breath exploded from Barenkas, an almostser-like attack that shot towards Orson.


    The Crimson Lizard King dodged at full speed, but the attack still grazed its tail.


    Critical Hit -50,000!


    Dark me Burn -20,000!


    Dark me Corrosion -15,000!


    ...


    "One minute ofpound burning damage? Fire magic resist potions don''t work... What kind of crazy mechanic is this?!"


    Orson cursed, realizing that the Crimson Lizard King wouldn''t survive much longer under these conditions. He considered sending the Lizard King back to Battle Space to avoid further negative effects.


    But just then, the Crimson Lizard King did something even more ruthless.


    Its tail whipped around, the scales tearing


    open as it bit off its own tail, stopping the burn damage in its tracks.


    "...You''re crazier than me! I give up!" Orson couldn''t help but be stunned.


    The immediate crisis had passed, but Orson knew this wasn''t over. The next Dark me Dragon Breath would be far more dangerous...

 Chapter 151 151: You Never Know Who Will Kill Whom

    The Divine Emperor''s Ear Ornament had entered its cooldown time. Orson quickly nced at the mini-map.


    A vast array of green dots appeared outside Purple Thunder Fortress, but they were still several hundred kilometers away.


    Given the current state of the Crimson Lizard King, there was no way to make it to the reinforcements in time.


    "Run..."


    The Crimson Lizard King suddenly spoke in humannguage. Upon hearing this, Orson''s face turned green. Wasn''t this beast supposed to be tough? Why was it always spouting "strategic retreat" at critical moments?


    Bang! Bang! Bang!


    Three shots fired from a ming stick, striking the dog''s head.


    "Retreat? Screw that! Get back to flying!" Orson snapped, his rage ring up.


    "I''ll kill that Six-Winged Inferno Dragon sooner orter!"@@novelbin@@


    A ruthless glint appeared in Orson''s eyes. The Six-Winged Inferno Dragon wanted his Soul Seal upgrade item, but Orson¡­ he wanted to wipe out this entire dragon legion!


    Either way, death was certain, so why not take the chance?


    Orson suddenly jerked the Crimson Lizard King into a sharp turn, heading straight toward the Fiery Demon Volcano that was in eruption mode.


    The Crimson Lizard King''s sudden maneuver caught Barenkas off guard, forcing him to quickly shift his form and give chase.


    At the same time, the Flying Dragon Guards burrowed their way out of the earth, locking onto Orson once again.


    This gave Orson an opportunity!


    "Bloodthirsty EmberKnight!"


    A cold smile appeared on Orson''s face as he lowered his staff, causing waves of blood to surge beneath him.


    "Nice!" Orson eximed in delight as multiple special effects triggered.


    Three waves of blood surged toward the Flying Dragon Guards, disrupting their target-locking systems. Their eyes turned bright red, and they all simultaneously hurled crossbow bolts and spears at Barenkas.


    -6000


    -5500


    Barenkas let out a low growl. He couldn''t transform fast enough in the air. Even though he tried to dodge, many crossbow bolts still hit him.


    Critical Hit -33000!


    The Captain of the Forbidden Army threw a spear imbued with negative effects, hitting Barenkas'' stomach.


    Barenkas staggered violently, his body out of control, and crashed toward the ground.


    Crushing Damage -60000!


    A massive damage number appeared, and Barenkas entered a brief state of stun.


    Orson looked down coldly and said, "Young ones think they can sleep whenever they want."


    Barenkas, switching to his thief form, struggled to get up, his face full of fury. He broke the spear off from his abdomen and immediately morphed again, ready to chase Orson.


    Seizing this opportunity, Orson quickly increased the distance between them and continued flying toward the Fiery Demon Volcano.


    It wasn''t long before Orson arrived above the me Dragon''s Nest.


    At this moment, the volcano erupted, and the sky was covered in thick smoke. It looked like an apocalyptic scene.


    Huge ming rocks rained down from the sky like meteor showers, creating an overwhelming, terrifying spectacle.


    Without a doubt, this level of natural disaster could easily destroy the Crimson Lizard King, even if it only got hit a few times.


    Orson''s expression remained cold as he seized control of the Crimson Lizard King, weaving through the meteor storm with lightning speed.


    "Destruction Breath!" Orson coldlymanded, and a massiveva boulder, over 40 meters in diameter, was shattered by the Crimson Lizard King''s attack. Its wings pped, narrowly dodging the flying debris through the gaps in the rock.


    Meanwhile, Barenkas was in hot pursuit, his six wings folded, charging through the meteor storm like a bullet, breaking through boulder after boulder.


    Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!!


    Suddenly, a dense array of spikes shot up from below, blocking their path like a swarm of locusts.


    "Speed Boost!" Orsonmanded.


    The Crimson Lizard King ignited its speed boost, darting through the spikes at breakneck speed.


    Orson looked down, and his heart sank at the sight of the Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragons pouring out of the nest. After enduring the meteor shower, their numbers had doubled, reaching over 10,000!


    Orson paused for a moment before a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth. "But I have to say, you really did a good job here."


    This was the terrifying aspect of "mechanical monsters." As long as the Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragon King wasn''t killed, these split creatures would endlessly divide when killed.


    Before, Orson had ignored these low-level mobs because the Super God Soul Seal hadn''t unlocked yet. But now, these mobs could be the key to his victory!


    Dark me Breath!


    A ckser shot toward the Crimson Lizard King, sweeping from top to bottom.


    Orson was forced to lower the flight altitude of the Crimson Lizard King, causing it to slow down.


    A sudden realization hit Orson as Barenkas'' murderous intent surged. The dragon''s eyes locked onto him as he changed to thief form mid-air, rapidly closing the gap.


    His speed was almost unbelievable, stepping on chunks ofva boulders, changing positions in the blink of an eye, and in no time, he was behind the Crimson Lizard King.


    "Eternal Silence!"


    ck magical patterns appeared on Barenkas'' face as six crimson des erupted with a terrifying dark glow, resembling six dim and lifeless stars.


    "Warning: Six-Winged Inferno Dragon enters a three-second [Eternal Silence] state, capable of executing low-health targets!"


    "Warning..."


    "Execution Skill!"


    Orson''s face turned pale. The execution skill was an S-ss assassin''s most powerful boss-killing move.


    Once a boss''s health drops below a certain threshold, the assassin can execute a target, ignoring both physical resistance and the remaining health. Whether the boss has 10 million or 100 million HP, once they fall below the critical value, it''s an instant kill! Read new chapters at empire


    Of course, most assassins couldn''t execute bosses at such a high level¡ªusually, they can only execute targets with 1-10% health remaining.


    But Barenkas, with a quarter of his health gone, was ready to kill him immediately!


    Orson quickly opened the Battle Space, and in the nick of time, he stored the Crimson Lizard King inside, causing Barenkas'' fatal strike to miss.


    Barenkas let out a furious roar and quickly morphed, once again charging toward Orson.


    "ying games with me?" Orson sneered, unshaken. He swung his staff mid-air, casting Chaos Magic Balls at Barenkas.


    Although the damage wasn''t significant, it was highly insulting.


    A ck glow erupted around Barenkas'' neck as he tilted his head, preparing to smash Orson into the ground mid-air.


    "Stop ying tough and give me the real deal!" Orson snorted, bringing his palms together: "Earthquake!"


    Two massive stone rods appeared from thin air, crashing toward Barenkas in an attempt to force him into the dragon''s breath bacsh.


    But Barenkas was more cunning than Orson expected. At the moment the stone dragons hit him, he halted the umtion of his dragon breath.


    Using his six wings, he shattered the stone dragons, rendering Orson''s attack useless.


    "...Boss tricked me with his skills?" Orson''s mind was boggled. This Holy Lord-level boss was only level 50, but he had such an exceptional battle IQ.


    If this guy leveled up, wouldn''t he be invincible?


    "Pitiful ants, I, the Dragon King, shall end everything in this world!"


    Barenkas boasted arrogantly, his eyes burning with rage.


    Orson narrowed his eyes and suddenly smiled lightly. "The viin always dies from talking too much. Haven''t you heard?"


    As Barenkas was tricking him with his skills, Orson was doing the same, tricking him into using his most powerful attack!


    When the Three-Second Execution expired, that was exactly what Orson wanted.


    "Crimson Lizard King!"


    Orson, just about to be crushed, opened the Battle Space again. The Crimson Lizard King swooped in to save him once more.


    Dark me Dragon Breath followed immediately after.


    Critical Hit -30000!


    Critical Hit -35000!


    Dark me Burning...


    This hit left the Crimson Lizard King severely damaged, dealing over 600,000 damage. Its wings were burned to tatters.


    Orson knew that at this rate, the Crimson Lizard King would be burned to death soon. He calcted the perfect timing and, with less than a hundred meters to the ground, once again stored the Crimson Lizard King in Battle Space, cutting off the negative buffs.


    "Rapid Fireballs!"


    Orson aimed


    downward, unleashing a weak low-level skill.


    Though the skill was weak and looked insignificant to other fire mages, in Orson''s hands, it was a divine technique.


    The resulting backfire slowed him down, but he used Sun Shield as a stepping stone, leaping toward the ground.


    "Die!"


    Barenkas sneered, his body shooting toward him like a deadly arrow, intent on crushing Orson into the ground.


    Orson, barely clinging to life, continued attacking with Chaos Magic Balls.


    Meanwhile, the almost-dead Crimson Lizard King appeared again, its head hanging weakly. It barely had the strength to continue fighting.


    Simultaneously, countless Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragons rushed in, sealing Orson''s fate!


    Orson looked up at Barenkas, his eyes filled with pride as he snorted, "War¡ªRoar!"


    In an instant, the sound of impending doom echoed across the battlefield.


    Allied units: Double critical damage, double HP recovery, and 5% life-steal for 10 minutes.


    "Chaos Chain." Orson whispered. Finally, the eerie chain of magic triggered!


    Barenkas''s face twisted in disbelief as the shadowy figure of Chaos Mother appeared, pulling him toward the lotus tform.


    The Crimson Lizard King bared its fangs and released a triumphant roar.


    "Dragon Curse Magic¡ªMeteor Firestorm!"

 Chapter 152 152: Trigger! Trigger for me!

    Forty explosive Fire Meteorites mmed into the ground like a torrential wave, sending countless Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragons flying in all directions. The battlefield shook violently, and the ground cracked open as the mes ravaged everything in their path.


    The sheer number of monsters was overwhelming. Thousands of Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragons were heavily damaged.


    Critical Hit -70,000!


    -16,000


    Critical Hit -70,000!


    ...


    Each Fire Meteorite hit the beasts directly, dealing double damage (9000x2), with critical hits reaching 36,000 damage. The War Roar further amplified the damage, delivering a terrifying 70,000-point critical hit to the Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragons.


    Even those not directly hit by the meteors were still caught by the shockwaves, receiving heavy damage.


    Life Steal +3500


    Life Steal +800


    ...


    The enormous life-steal effect kicked in, with 5% life steal per hit, though the benefit per monster was small, the sheer number of enemies made it substantial.


    The Crimson Lizard King, battered and nearly destroyed, began healing. In a matter of seconds, its health was restored by over a million points.


    The war drums beat again, and the Crimson Lizard King took flight once more.


    "Come on! Keep fighting! This battlefield is my blood bank!"


    Orsonughed harshly, and with a flick of his hand, he cast Ice Prison Ring across the entire Dragon Nest area. A massive number of Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragons were frozen, while Chaos Fire continued to burn them.


    The Crimson Lizard King unleashed its Destructive Breath, continuously mowing down the Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragons, whose bodies split apart, only to get back up and suffer the same fate of being frozen and burned again.


    In the blink of an eye, nearly two thousand Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragons had fallen. The Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragons'' splitting ability meant more and more monsters kept appearing.


    Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye Skill III: Kill count 1957. Critical damage proficiency reached 39%.


    "You sphemer, you''re dead!"


    Barenkas waspletely enraged. He finally activated his Body of the Overlord, charging toward Orson in a mad rush.


    "You think you''re some divine being? Who the hell cares about you? I''m having a st farming proficiency right now." Orson coldly sneered.


    He jumped on the Crimson Lizard King and activated Ice Prison Ring, rampaging through the battlefield. With the ring''s nuclear radiation effect, everything in its path froze.


    The Crimson Lizard King''s massive jaws opened wide, unleashing its Destructive Dragon Breath to wipe out the Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragons, all while steadily stealing life.


    Even though Barenkas continued to attack fiercely from behind, Orson paid him no mind, not even turning his head.


    "The monster spawn rate is too slow."


    Orson frowned. The Dragon Curse Magic on the Crimson Lizard King had a cooldown of five minutes, making it hard to consistently dealrge-scale destruction.


    Then, Orson nced toward the rumbling me Demon Volcano, which was erupting irregrly. The boilingva would take a long time to reach the Dragon Nest.


    "If I can blow up part of the volcano''s mouth, wouldn''t I be able to take out tens of thousands of these Lizard Dragons all at once?" Orson narrowed his eyes, scheming.


    However, it was easier said than done. The me Demon Volcano was too vast. Even if he used an A-rank Earth Magic like Celestial Descent,bined with multiple effects, he still doubted it would be enough to open up a gap in the volcano''s mouth and redirect theva onto the ins.


    As he nced at the relentlessly pursuing Barenkas, Orson focused on the cooldown of the Emperor''s Earring.


    "Got it." Orson''s eyes lit up, a sinister smile forming on his face.


    "Shit! This boss is too strong! I hate this!" Orson began to fake his acting.


    Hearing this, Barenkas''s rage red. His pursuit speed increased as he charged harder toward Orson.


    Orson raised his voice, continuing to talk to himself. "A boss this powerful is out of my league. Looks like my time is up!"


    Then, Orson suddenly withdrew the Crimson Lizard King and stood still, no longer resisting.


    "If you can recognize the truth, I''ll grant you a painless death, sphemer!" Barenkasughed maniacally.


    Orson barely held in hisughter.


    As expected, the boss was a boss. No matter how high the battle intelligence, the AI''s mental level was still primitive.


    "Please, give me a quick death," Orson closed his eyes dramatically, preparing to face his end.


    Barenkas was overjoyed. He had been so irritated by this insect for a while now, and now it was offering itself up for ughter.


    "No wonder you''re a High-level Dragon. To die under your breath, I can die in peace!"


    Orson fully embodied the role of a drama queen, spreading his arms wide as he prepared to wee the so-called oblivion.


    Hearing this ttery, Barenkas grinned broadly. No dragon could resist the ttery of a sycophant.


    Dark me Dragon Breath!


    Barenkas released a mighty roar as a dark blue dragon''s breath shot toward Orson. The space around it trembled, giant boulders disintegrated, and everything was consumed by nothingness.


    However, just as Orson was about to be melted by the me, a smirk appeared on his face. He whispered, "Undying Spirit Body."


    This was the protection granted by the Fairy Queen!


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    For the next three seconds, all attacks were ignored!


    "Magic Eye!"


    "Mirror of Folding!"


    Orson''s voice rang with confidence as the Emperor''s Earring burst with light, opening a spatial behind him. The Mirror of Folding locked onto the me Demon Volcano.


    Boom!


    A deafening explosion rocked the battlefield, and the high-level dragon''s breath collided with the volcano.


    "Thanks for the bigser, old buddy!" Orson''s voice rang out as he slowly rose from the world-destroying firestorm.


    "You..."


    Barenkas''s face twisted in disbelief. The insignificant insect waspletely unharmed!


    Boom! Boom! Boom!


    Deafening explosions erupted again as Barenkas turned in shock. The dragon''s breath continued to erode the volcanic rock, and a three-hundred-meter gap appeared around the volcano''s mouth.


    Then came a series of violent explosions. The world-ending power spread throughout the me Dragon Nest, and even the me Dragon couldn''t withstand the torrent of moltenva pouring down.


    Wherever theva flowed, all the small monsters were dissolved, and even the me Dragon Nest itself couldn''t resist the destructive force.


    This was a natural disaster! An unstoppable flood!


    "Now this is much easier. Thanks!"


    Orsonughed at Barenkas, clearly enjoying the chaos.


    Barenkas, furious and desperate, charged forward toward Orson.


    The Chaos Fireballs mmed into Barenkas, but the output and slow-down effects were mediocre at best.


    Breakthrough!


    Critical Hit -3700!


    Burn -8000!


    Slowdown!


    ...


    While Orson continued to fire from a distance, he backed away slowly. His Magic Eye was still behind him, but he didn''t immediately enter the space.


    The entry for the Magic Eye took 2-3 seconds to close, and he couldn''t risk Barenkas charging in with him.


    "The me Dragon!"


    The Chaos Hexagram floated in the air as Orson predicted Barenkas''s next move. He aimed the attack just as Barenkas briefly paused, only to have the me Dragon shattered once more by the furious dragon.


    At that moment, Orson spent all his 20 talent points on Chaos Chain.


    Chaos Chain was now level 6, with a 3% trigger rate.


    "Trigger! Damn it, trigger!"


    Orson was on edge. Chaos Chain had an unbeatable control effect, but the trigger rate was so low it drove him crazy.


    He had been twiddling with his staff for ages, and it took forever for it to trigger.


    Whoosh!


    The sound of chains dragging echoed as Orson exhaled in relief.


    "Finally!" he whispered to himself, seeing the improved 3% trigger rate in action.


    Barenkas, whose Body of the Overlord was in cooldown, was once again bound.


    Barenkas still had a whopping 60 million health points left, but Orson didn''t risk pushing his luck with more damage. He turned and entered the space.


    Orson moved quickly through the space, arriving at a grassy area on the outskirts of the battlefield.


    "Reinforcements from the Purple Thunder Fortress will soon meet up with you!"@@novelbin@@


    A voice echoed, and Orson checked his mini-map. A massive group of green dots, including a particrlyrge one, were approaching.


    "That big turtle''s here too?" Orsony back in the lush grass, chewing on a de of grass as he put away his Magic Eye and quietly awaited his reinforcements.


    "Run? What''s the point!"


    With the **Fl


    ame Demon Volcano** destroyed, he was ready to collect the spoils. So many treasure chests¡ªhe definitely needed more keys!


    "Adventurer Orson and others have helped the Purple Thunder Fortress. Please protect the riders and all lords as they eliminate the me Dragon Nest!"


    At that moment, a cold, dignified voice rang out.


    A gray magical warship hovered in the sky, with a red-robed witch standing tall, her presence overwhelming.


    Suddenly, the ground trembled, and Orson''s eyes widened. He turned to see a massive Crocodile Dragon Grand charging forward, smashing entire mountains with ease.


    Orson took a sharp breath. "This thing is only a Domain Lord, but its size and health are on par with an average Saint Lord."


    What shocked Orson even more was the figure standing atop the Crocodile Dragon.


    "Albert''s teacher?"


    It was a muscr man with brown hair, his torso bare, showing off his rippling muscles. His terrifying arms gripped the reins with one hand and held a ck-gold war spear over ten meters long with the other.


    This was the Riding Earth Guild''s leader, Sky Wolf, and the Crocodile Dragon was his mount!

 Chapter 153 153: No Path to Heaven, No Door to the Earth!

    The magical warship descended not far in front of Orson, with the witch gazing at him intently. "Have my brother''s remains been recovered?"


    "Has the mission item [Albert''s Remains] been submitted?"


    "It has."


    The witch opened the redwood box, nced inside, and her voice trembled. She forced herself to nod in gratitude, holding back her grief. "The task reward will be given to you once we return."


    "Prepare the Dragon yer Arrows! Use this opportunity to destroy the cursed The me Dragon Nest!" the witch ordered sharply. At hermand, the soldiers aboard the warship immediately set up the massive Dragon yer arrows.


    The magical warship lifted off, heading toward the battlefield.


    Orson rubbed his nose. "Hold on a second."


    Sky Wolf, standing atop his Crocodile Dragon, emanated an imposing aura without a word. "Speak inly, adventurer. Don''t waste any more time!"


    "The me Dragon Nest is gone. I''ve killed and eaten the two me Dragons. All that''s left is a dragon species legion that''s about to retreat," Orson replied nonchntly.


    The moment he spoke, the Purple Thunder Fortress NPCs were stunned. Then, they all burst intoughter.


    "Hmph, these adventurers really don''t know their ce," sneered an old man with white hair.@@novelbin@@


    Colin, a senior magician at the Purple Thunder Fortress Mage Guild, known for his vast expertise in multiple S-tier Earth magic spells, snorted in disdain. The adventurers had no shame whatsoever, talking nonsense in front of such powerful figures.


    The old man, Colin, nced at Orson with a scornful look and said aloud, "Do you know how powerful a lower-tier dragon can be? One dragon can wipe out an entire city!"


    "Of course I know," Orson replied with a faint smile.


    "Then why are you spouting nonsense?!" Colin''s face turned red with fury, and his fellow magicians behind him burst outughing.


    Orson shrugged and shook his head. "It was so powerful that my mount almost exploded after eating three of them. It nearly died from overeating."


    At this, even the witch couldn''t help but show a helpless expression.


    The Crocodile Dragon Rider furrowed his brow. "Please step back."


    He instructed Orson to return to the Purple Thunder Fortress, where someone would be there to handle the task handover.


    Just as he spoke, the ground trembled. A thunderous sound of hooves echoed from the horizon, signaling the arrival of something monstrous. Every Purple Thunder Fortress NPC immediately tensed up, sensing an imminent threat.


    "Prepare for battle!" the witch''s face changed as she saw what wasing¡ªseveral thousand dragon species troops!


    "That''s strange... It looks like these heretics are trying to escape from something far more terrifying!" the Crocodile Dragon Rider remarked, noticing the oddity.


    "The Inferno Volcano has erupted! We need to run!" Colin''s face turned pale with panic.


    The next moment, torrents of volcanicva surged toward them, turning the grasnds to scorched earth, reducing everything in its path¡ªbeasts, monsters, and dragon soldiers alike¡ªinto charcoal.


    "This feels good, taking them all out in one go!" Orson murmured to himself with a smile.


    The battle log began to roll:


    Burning -100,000! Burning -100,000! ...


    High damage numbers soared across the screen. A vast number of Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragons copsed, only to rise again in the fieryva, only to be instantly killed and melted away.


    "Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye proficiency increased!"


    "Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye¡­"


    The Soul Seal proficiency surged massively.


    Although the explosion of theva tsunami was caused by boss Barenkas, his attack had passed through the spatial grid, was elerated by the Mirror of Folding, and as a result, the experience and rewards were credited to Orson.


    The me Dragon Nest, aside from its incubator''s protective barrier, hadpletely copsed. In less than a minute, theva devoured over ten thousand Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragons!


    Orson''s range had reached 6 kilometers, his mana and Soul Seal were nearing 70,000. His critical hit damage was also boosted by 200%.


    The low-lying terrain turned into a sea ofva and fire. Hundreds of Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragon Kings split and caught fire, madly fleeing from the nest.


    "You have in a Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragon King!"


    The battle notification appeared. Half of the Cracked-Mouth Lizard Dragon King''s split bodies had been burnt alive by theva, and the kill condition had been met!


    "Just hold out for a few more minutes," Orson muttered with a grin.


    As long as the mother body wasn''t killed, the smaller minions would continue to split. It was unfortunate that the mother had died too quickly, but it was still better than his usual method of using the Ice Prison Ring to trap and farm monsters.


    The only regret was that these split bodies wouldn''t drop any equipment or give experience points. Otherwise, this wave of elite monsters could have easily leveled him up by 2-3 levels.


    Colin stood there, dumbfounded, his hands sped in prayer. "Is this the apocalypse? Please, Elemental God, protect me!"


    The witch, unable to believe her eyes, muttered, "The me Dragon Nest... It was destroyed so easily. Could it be that he really can copse the entire world?"


    "Stop standing there like fools. These dragon soldiers are all my prey. Block their retreat routes for me!" Orson''s eyes shed coldly as he ordered the NPCs around him like servants. But none of them responded.


    Orson nced around at the NPCs and coldly said, "Anyone who doesn''t obey, I''ll go burn down your base. It doesn''t matter to me whether I kill NPCs or monsters."


    The NPCs were stunned. What kind of nonsense was a level-30 adventurer spewing?


    "Burn down our guilds?" Colin''s face went pale, his mouth agape, but the apocalyptic scene before him made him swallow his words.


    As a high-ranking NPC, he wasn''t stupid. He could feel that Orson was not joking!


    "Young man, calm down. We share amon enemy¡ªthe heretics of the Empire¡­" Colin stammered, trying to de-escte the situation.


    The scene was awkward, and the Crocodile Dragon Rider Sky Wolf spoke up, trying to smooth things over.


    Orson shot him a cold nce and snorted. "I don''t care about your heretics. I won''t repeat myself. Anyone who dares to go behind my back, I''ll go burn your city down!"


    The witch lifted her hood, revealing a scarred face. She exchanged a look with the Crocodile Dragon Rider, and they both seemed to understand each other.


    Ding¡ª


    "You have intimidated the masses with your overwhelming force. You have temporarily gainedmand over the Purple Thunder Fortress'' top experts."


    A system prompt rang, and Orson''s lips curled into a smile. Over 100 of the Purple Thunder Fortress'' top experts joined his team, granting him temporarymand over all of them.


    "The witch and the archers, head northwest."


    Orson began organizing the blockade. The witch immediatelymanded the warship to head towards the northwest, where a canyon gap awaited.


    Then, Orson looked at Colin and the other mages with a mischievous glint in his eyes, smiling as he said, "Everyone knows how powerful the Mage Guild is. They should be the ones to hold off the dragon legion''s retreat."


    "We? We''re mages! How can we hold them off?" Colin sputtered, his voice shaking in disbelief.


    The twenty-odd NPC mages nearly spat blood at the idea of them being put in the front lines against the retreating dragons. It was like sending fragile dumplings to face a pack of wolves!


    Colin tried to argue, "Adventurer, your decision is wed. We are not suited for closebat¡­"


    Orson shot him a re and nodded, "Got an issue with my n? Fine, I''ll stop farming monsters and go burn your house down right now."


    Colin fell silent, his face darkening. He wanted to argue but didn''t dare. The me Dragon Nest had been destroyed by this adventurer, and he wasn''t about to risk having his guild burned down.


    After giving his orders, Orson watched as the witch and Colin''s forces split into two groups, each guarding a retreat point.


    "Heavenly Spirit''s Vision!" Orson murmured.


    Activating the guild''s surveince skill, he had a bird''s-eye view of the entire battlefield.


    Endless fierce winds! Ground-shaking thunder! Sacred Sword Judgment! ...


    The entire in was erupting with magic. These NPCs were far more powerful than Orson had anticipated. Several massive skills rained down, smashing the retreating Earth Dragon Legion into chaos.


    The Earth Dragon Legion was forced to regroup and, under the leadership of their dragon leader, tried to break through from the eastern side.


    At the same time, the Flying Dragon Legion arrived, attempting to create an opening for the retreating forces.


    "Fire at will!" the witch shouted.


    Standing atop the magical warship, though she was a priestess, she wasn''t afraid of any threats. The high-level archers locked onto


    the flying dragons.


    Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh!!


    Dozens of Dragon yer Arrows shot into the sky, and within moments, four flying dragons were brought down.


    "ept the judgment of the Holy Light!"


    The witch''s gaze hardened, and with a swift motion, her staff summoned an A-tier Judgment Spear that fell from the heavens, striking the lead flying dragon with a horrifying 150,000 damage!


    With the witch and her team''s strength, it was only a matter of time before the flying dragons were defeated.


    Orson''s view switched as he noticed a familiar figure among the chaos.


    The Six-Winged Inferno Dragon was coldly observing the battle. It hadn''t made a move yet, but it was clearly searching for a troublesome target. Enjoy new adventures from empire


    "Heh, looking for me?" Orson grinned, narrowing his eyes as he turned toward the Crocodile Dragon Rider, who had a fierce, battle-ready expression.


    "It''s our turn now," Orson said coldly.


    Having such a powerful ally, Orson wasn''t going to waste this opportunity.


    The Crocodile Dragon Rider was level 90, with a whopping 130 million health. His physical strength could rival a peak lower-tier dragon of the same level. Plus, his mount, a terrifying Crocodile Dragon, was capable of widespread poison attacks.


    Orson mounted his Crimson Lizard King and charged toward the eastern battlefield, with the Crocodile Dragon Rider following closely behind.


    Meanwhile, Orsonmanded the witch and her team to push the monsters towards the east.


    "Wee to my hunting ground!" Orson''s eyes gleamed with cold intent. If he was going to farm, he was going to farm it to the extreme!


    He wanted the Dragon Species Legion to have nowhere to escape¡ªto have no path to heaven, and no door to the earth!


    As Orson had predicted, the Earth Dragon Legion was being beaten back by the witch and her forces. When they saw an opening to the east, they immediately attempted to break through.


    However, what awaited them was not freedom... but a humanoid dragon¡ªSky Wolf, the Crocodile Dragon Rider.

 Chapter 154 154: Making a Killing

    "Fight!"


    "Fight!"


    Crocodile Dragon and Old Knight Tushi roared in unison, and a purple toxic mist engulfed an area of several kilometers.


    Severe Poison -20,000!


    Severe Poison -22,000!


    ...


    The toxic gas from the Crocodile Dragon stacked almost endlessly, and with each damage tick, the numbers rose.


    After over ten ticks, more than forty monsters turned into pools of blood.


    The Sky Wolf Knight was even more terrifying. He pointed his ck-and-gold battle spear at the void and shouted furiously, "Bloodstorm!"


    A thunderous roar rang across the battlefield, shaking the very air and making the blood surge in the ears of those who heard it.


    The blood-colored aura from the spear extended, and the hundred-meter-long battle energy sliced across the battlefield. The ground cracked, and the sky seemed to darken.


    Whether it was Earth Dragons or Dragonkind guards, their heads rolled and limbs flew everywhere!


    Tenfold Crit - 300,000!


    Tenfold...


    "Damn... this is too strong." Orson couldn''t help but swear.


    This old man''s individualbat strength wasparable to that of the Holy Sword Wielder Binghe. If you added his Guardian mount, even Binghe would kneel before him.


    Even monsters with low intelligence were ughtered mercilessly by the old man, who made them all retreat and huddle together, unable to move.


    "You killed the Earth Dragon Knight, Experience +4,000!"


    "You killed the Half-Blood Servant, Experience +2,000!"


    "You killed the Dragonkind Archer..."


    On the other end of the battlefield, Orson didn''t even need to move. Barenkas'' Earth Dragon army was trapped together and quickly consumed by the endless magma.


    The massive battle log was rolling frantically, and his experience bar was skyrocketing.


    In just ten minutes, more than five thousand high-level monsters were in, and over twenty elite boss monsters were burned to death.


    "Your level has risen to 38!"


    "Your level has risen... 39!"


    A massive influx of experience¡ªonly 25% away from hitting level 40!


    The Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye explosion damage passive had stacked to 400%, so now every shot dealt five times the explosion damage on a critical hit!


    Barenkas stared at the Crocodile Dragon Knight from a distance. Orson was taken aback; the kid actually ran off without even looking back?


    "Kill! That me Dragon must be eliminated, or it will be a huge threat!" Orson immediately ordered.


    "You go if you want to; we''re out of magic."


    A mage who had almost been killed by Orson muttered in annoyance, and there was no way he was going to chase the Dragon.


    Colin: "The me Dragon''s nest has been destroyed. We have resolved a major threat!"


    "The battle team has been disbanded."


    The prompt sounded again, and all NPCs exited the squad. Enjoy exclusive adventures from empire


    Wait...?


    Orson was stunned. Wasn''t the n supposed to be for them to sit back and reap the rewards of the hard work? Why did everyone run away?


    Panicking, Orson shouted at the Witch, "Don''t you understand? You have to eradicate the root! Aren''t you afraid of the Six-Winged Inferno Dragon retaliating against Purple Thunder Fortress? You''ve killed so many of its forces!"


    The Witch remained silent, and the Crocodile Dragon Knight calmly muttered, "The one who killed my disciple was not this dragon."


    Colin gave Orson a disdainful nce and said with a smile, "The Dark Dragon King blessed this creature and possesses the bloodline of the Dark Spirit n. Such high-tier beings are untouchable. If you kill one, no one survives!"


    Orson''s heart sank. The Dark Dragon King''s reputation was legendary¡ªhe had once wiped out an entire kingdom with a single dragon.


    These high-tier NPCs clearly understood the situation and the terror of the "reverse blood" lineage.


    ording to the background of Infinite Dimensions, the Dark Spirit n was one of the nine royal families of the Dark Dragon Empire, skilled in stealth, assassination, and decapitation tasks.


    In the end, these NPCs were just afraid of retaliation.


    "So you''re cking off now? Fine. I''ll visit each of your homes personally."


    Orson sneered, and since hismands weren''t working, he directly resorted to threats!


    "No worries, the cornerstone for the barrier has been retrieved, and Purple Thunder Fortress will now be protected by a powerful barrier."


    The Witch''s expression remained calm as she added, "All major guilds will also have simr protections."


    "I..."


    Orson nearly spat blood. So, the cornerstone they had fought so hard for was actually to deal with him? Damn it...


    The Purple Thunder Fortress NPCs all scattered, and Orson sighed¡ªone misstep, and the game had shifted.


    However, looking at the battlefield littered with loot, his mood brightened instantly.


    "Idiot, get up and work!"


    Orson threw Berenice out like a pok¨¦ball.


    "My loyal servant, you know how to serve your king!"


    Seeing all the treasures, Berenice became even more excited than Orson, rushing around collecting items at a speed and efficiency that ordinary yers couldn''t match.


    "Good, good!"


    A huge amount of equipment and items were gathered, and Orson''s face beamed with joy.


    Just the gold alone added up to over four thousand coins, with more than five hundred pieces of blue equipment, all top-tier items over level 30.


    There were twenty-nine purple armor pieces, twelve weapons, six essories, and twenty-four skill books ranging from C to B grade.


    Though there were only five legendary items, three of them were the highest-value weapons.


    Additionally, he found 162 ck iron-golden keys¡ªhe didn''t believe those damn chests wouldn''t open!


    These elite monsters dropped loot at an insane rate.


    Orson suspected that the high drop rates were due to the instance difficulty being above Abyss-level.


    After all, based on the original design, he only needed to hide in the Dragon''s Nest incubation room. Even if the volcano erupted, he would have been protected by a barrier and just waited for reinforcements.


    But by using Barenkas'' overwhelming destructive power, he had caused the Inferno Volcano to explode, leading to theplete annihtion of the Earth Dragon army.


    That''s why the drop rates were so absurd.


    "The guild leader Orgod stored a legendary armor."


    "The guild leader Orgod stored a hero weapon."


    ...


    Iron Cavalry: "Everyone, look! New items in the guild warehouse! Guild leader, please take my knees!"


    Bradley: "Orson''s steel pipe dance shop has a VIP membership, you know the drill!"


    Madman: "What the hell? We''vepleted two legendary instances, and the rewards are less than one-tenth of yours! What kind of damn game is this?"


    The entire Godyer guild was stunned, stopping everything they were doing and staring wide-eyed at their guild leader''s "new items."


    "Ah, seeing how thick-skinned you all are, I''m relieved."


    Wild Gale, who had always been more reserved, stepped forward and firmly dered, "This time, I''ll do it myself! That set of 30-level hero warrior gear, I''ve reserved it!"


    Orgod''s BigDick Fan: "Hmph, my name''s the longest, so how could I miss out on warrior equipment?"


    Old Yin: "Oh, it''s Dick Fan, Orgod''s biggest fan!"@@novelbin@@


    Bradley: "Shut up and focus on pulling aggro!"


    Orson was frozen in ce, no longer able to store any more items. He was utterly startled by this perverse humor.


    This 23rd-level female warrior was actually Ruby, and Orson couldn''t hold back anymore: "Please, vice guild leader, make sure to change her name immediately!"


    Infinite Dimensions yers could change their names, but it would cost 100,000 gold, something that regr yers couldn''t afford. Besides, when a character''s name was changed, the old one would still show up in the basic info.


    But Orson couldn''t bear the thought of a little loli running around with that name in the guild!


    Orgod''s BigDick Fan: "No, this is my true loyalty. My name, my person, everything is for my idol!"


    Once those words were spoken, the whole guild channel''s atmosphere shifted.


    Orgod sighed: "What the hell did I do to deserve this?"


    Madman: "Hahaha..."


    Nightshade: "Sorry, you guys are distracting me from farming, but I just can''t stopughing!"


    Amidst the teasing, Sister Staff stood firm, easily handling ten opponents at once, her thick skin stronger than her brother''s by a hundred times.


    Orson, feeling utterly defeated, muted the chat channel and flew back to Purple Thunder Fortress to find the Witch.


    ShatteredCrown and the others had been waiting for a while.


    "You actually made it back alive?" Empress looked at him in surprise.


    ShatteredCrown: "Wait... Master, shouldn''t you have appeared from here?"


    "Dammit, you were waiting by the resurrection point for me?"


    Orson cursed, only then realizing that they had all been waiting at the resurrection point, expecting his soul to return...


    "Haha, you actually managed to


    escape the dragon''s ws. Truly worthy of being my master!" ShatteredCrown awkwardly scratched his head.


    Empress: "Not bad. If you hadn''t returned, we were going to help you loot your equipment."


    Orson didn''t bother replying and walked straight toward the Witch.


    "Purple Thunder Fortress is grateful for everything you''ve done! Your name will forever be remembered!" the Witch announced loudly.


    Suddenly, a golden light shot into the sky like a golden dragon soaring into the heavens, dazzling and magnificent.


    "Global Announcement!"


    ShatteredCrown shivered, shouting, "My master has triggered a global announcement again!!"


    Orson frowned slightly and shook his head, "It doesn''t seem like it''s me."

 Chapter 155 155: The Global Power Ranking

    "Announcement 1: 7 hours ago, UJ region yer Naoko led her guild members to sessfully defeat the five Domain Lord bosses within the borders of Y¨ªng Lu¨° City, a feat that shook several divine envoys."


    "She received the blessing of Susanoo, +200 free attribute points, skill points... Reputation 300,000!"


    "Announcement 2: 5 hours ago, yer Kaan from the Nordic region, spending 20 million gold coins, sessfully forged the Growth-Restricting Artifact [Thor''s Battle Axe]."


    "Received the blessing of Thor!"


    "Announcement 3: 3 hours ago, yer Cindy from the Indian region, using gue witchcraft, sessfully poisoned and killed the Supreme Leader of the Holy City."


    "Received the blessing of Shiva..."


    ...


    A series of global announcements echoed across the game world, bringing the top yers of various regions into the spotlight for billions of yers!


    Orson furrowed his brow slightly, guessing what had happened. He murmured to himself, "It seems like this came ahead of schedule. This was supposed to happen a month after the gameunched. The progress has elerated?"


    MrMeowgi: "20 million gold coins to forge a weapon... what the hell!"


    Kuang Lang Bu Ji: "I saw the video. This guy has a gue aura. He silently wiped out all the nobles in the main city."


    All the yers listed in the announcements were top-tier experts from various regions, and many yers started to discuss them heatedly on the world channel.


    DonutWizard: "Hmm, what''s going on? Why aren''t there any US yers? Isn''t there someone from our region who''s pretty strong?"


    MrMeowgi: "Don''t even start..."


    MrMeowgi: "Top yers from every region are on the list, and our three-time champion got taken out by a dragon knight once, and suddenly he''s washed up?"


    Ta Xue Wu Yin: "Good luck doesn''tst forever. He''s indeed strong, but the gap between him and world-ss yers is clear."


    Wu Sheng Jing Mo: "I agree, what you''re saying is spot on! Anyone on that list is someone Orgod can''t handle."


    ...


    The global announcements continued, each revealing yers who had performed extraordinary feats that day, but Orgod''s name was nowhere to be found.


    This gave many yers a chance to mock him, suggesting that Orgod was just a big fish in a small pond.


    Looking at the waves ofmentary from yers around the world, Orson simply smiled.


    ShatteredCrown: "A bunch of idiots. I just saw this Ta Xue Wu Yin guy outside the door. I''m going to go take him down ten times right now!"


    "Ha, they''ve never even faced off with foreign yers, and they''re already starting to lick the boots of the strong."


    The normallyposed Empress couldn''t stand the world channel anymore and nearly threw up from the disgusting behavior.


    ShatteredCrown, frustrated, grabbed his staff, ready to go start a fight, but Orson pulled him back,ughing, "I''m not in a rush. Why are you panicking?"


    "Master, how can you sit still? If it were me, I''d be losing my mind by now!"


    ShatteredCrown stomped his feet and continued, "Shouldn''t we go out and show them who''s the real boss, so they understand what true power is?"


    "You''re still a kid at heart," ckStockings teased with a slight smile.


    "How the hell am I a kid? If it were me, I''d wipe them out and make them shut up!" ShatteredCrown cursed.


    ckStockings chuckled softly and nodded at Orson, "He has a better grasp of the situation than you do. If he keeps picking fights with random yers to prove himself, it''ll just make him look like a clown."


    "It seems you''re not just good at making sarcastic remarks; your brain works a little better than ShatteredCrown''s," Orson replied, smiling.


    ckStockings gave him a yful re in response.


    Orson didn''t care whether people were jealous of him or trying to suppress him. None of that mattered.


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    No one could define whether he was strong or weak.


    To wear the crown is to bear its weight¡ªthere''s no need for debate, no need to waver. This was the stance of a true strong person.


    "Announcement 9: 1 hour ago, US region yer Usher, unmatched in strength, led his guild members to kill the Demon Prince, thereby beginning his path to dominate the Dark Dragon Empire!"


    "Received the blessing of the Blood Angel..."


    Thest announcement appeared, and the previously subdued US yers instantly erupted in excitement!


    DonutWizard: "Oh my god! Usher is going to defy the heavens! He''s going to dominate the Dark Dragon Empire!"


    SSR Fu Sheng: "Impressive and domineering. ording to insider news, some NPC ns in the Dark Dragon Empire have already started siding with the [Dragon''s Kiss Guild]. Terrifying!"


    MrMeowgi: "Incredible! I knew Usher was just waiting for the right moment. The global stage is where he belongs!"


    Tui Shi Quan Mei: "To be fair, our region''s strongest single-yer still has some dispute, but when ites to guilds, only Usher has the capital topete with the world''s top yers."


    The world channel''s subtitle scroll sped up as yers responded with strong approval.


    ShatteredCrown: "This is ridiculous! A guy who switched countries, how can he talk so big?"


    Empress, hearing this, couldn''t hold back any longer and said solemnly, "Please allow me to repair my equipment. I''d like to take down these yers."


    "No need. Calm down." Orson chuckled bitterly and had to stop his twopanions from going off on a rampage.


    "Killing the Demon Prince is truly an impressive feat."


    Orson smiled lightly. He was no stranger to Usher''s abilities. There was no way Usher would fall just because of a "country switch."


    Even though Usher and his guild, [Dragon''s Kiss], had a style that many didn''t like, in terms of hard strength and potential, he was still a formidable opponent worthy of respect.


    "Global Announcement: A yer''s reputation has now exceeded one million, and the Global Power Ranking is now released!"


    Another explosive piece of news hit the airwaves, with many yers specting who could be so monstrous that their reputation had reached over a million so quickly.


    "No wonder the game''s progress has elerated."


    Orson smiled and shook his head, ncing at his own reputation.


    Just as he received the reward from the [The me Dragon''s Nest] quest, his reputation had risen to 1.01 million.


    He had gained 150 free attribute points, 200 skill points, 10 talent points, and 2,000 gold coins as a reward.


    Additionally, since he had wiped out The me Dragon''s Nest, his favorability with Purple Thunder Fortress had increased by 3,000, and his reputation had been boosted by another 300,000.


    In Purple Thunder Fortress, Orson would be protected by the Witch, and his identity would no longer be hidden or pursued by guards.


    "So this is the Global Power Ranking?"


    yers looked up in surprise, watching as a golden scroll unrolled in the sky.


    The top nine yers from around the world were listed there.


    "Ah, so this Naoko is an SS-level summoner! No wonder she can''t be stopped by Domain Lord bosses¡ªher Yamata no Orochi is ridiculously strong!"


    "Huh? How can someone this strong only rank 43rd?"


    Many yers were dumbfounded. Despite her ability to summon Yamata no Orochi, Naoko barely made the top 50.


    "Usher''s rank... what''s going on here?"


    "This game is blind as hell, isn''t it?"


    "ying the Demon Prince, a level 60 super-strong NPC, and they rank him only 29th, with an A+ rating for battle potential?"


    yers in the world channel were up in arms. Usher, the top US yer, and the first big spender in the game, was ranked 29th.


    Money Traveler: "You guys are all full of it. This is the individual power ranking, not the richest yer ranking!"


    ughter Spree: "This ranking is actually pretty urate. Congrats, nk!"


    The rankings began to gradually reveal themselves from bottom to top.


    nk, with an S- battle rating, ranked just above Usher. He was stronger by a narrow margin, cing 28th, while Usher was 29th.


    "I can''t believe it! How am I not in the top 50? The 50th ce is a Korean yer, and I''m so pissed!"


    ShatteredCrown was starting to lose it. His name wasn''t anywhere on the list.


    "Calm down, there''s one condition for getting on this list," Orson said, raising his hand to give him a light tap to calm him down.


    Empress and the others turned to look at him curiously. Orson exined, "This ranking is based on battle potential. Soul Seal quality and potential for growth ount for a significant portion. To make the list, you need at least a Lord-ss Soul Seal."


    "Huh... I knew it. How could a Korean yer beat me? I don''t care about Lord-ss Soul Seals, I want god-level ones!"


    ShatteredCrown sighed in relief, then mischievously nudged Orson. "Master, your Soul Seal is god-level, right? Where did you get it? Could you get me one from your 5 billion soft sisters?"


    Orson had three ck lines on his forehead and gave him another tap. "I don''t even know where I got it from myself."


    "The top spots are all familiar faces."


    The top ten began to reveal themselves. Orson took a deep breath.


    The Nordic region''s Sword Soul Guild, also the world champion guild from Sword and Conquest, imed three spots, with Kaan, who had received Thor''s blessing and wielded a Growth-Restricting Artifact, ranking second with an SS-level rating!@@novelbin@@


    The match-fixing scandal could have been Orson''s chance to turn things around, but once Kaan entered the battlefield, all hope was lost.


    As the number one spot was about to be revealed, the ranking continued to unfold...

 Chapter 156 156: The Six-Piece Set of the Heart of the Flame Dragon

    As the final LD (Legendary Dungeon) boss appeared, the world channel was instantly flooded with disbelief.


    "Holy crap! What the hell! I''m seriously losing my mind right now!"


    "I seriously suspect the fairness of this ranking! Something''s fishy! Definitely a rigged list!"


    "Can someone exin how this person got a 3S rating for their awakened ss? What''s going on here?"


    The yers who had previously been stirring up the discussion, like DonutWizard, were now silent.


    With a level approaching 40, Orson was five full levels ahead of the second-ce yer.


    His ss was simply listed as [Mage], but his final evaluation had reached a 3Sbat rating.


    This was beyond anyone''s understanding, and more than that, it was terrifying.


    If he were toplete his ss awakening, wouldn''t hisbat score break through the roof?


    "Orson, you''re seriously a freak."


    "Master, I think you''ve gone too far. We agreed you wouldn''t make us look bad, but you''re doing it harder than anyone else."


    "I agree with what Empress said; the more I see it, the more it feels like you''re not even human."


    The three of them all stared at Orson with the same expression, like they were looking at an animal in a zoo.


    Orson, seeing his name in the top spot, maintained a serious face.


    "Handsome. No matter how low-key I try to be, I can''t escape the system''s attention. This is my fate... my sorrow¡­"


    After saying this, Orson mounted the Crimson Lizard King, preparing to leave in a dramatic fashion, as though he were abandoning his followers.


    But Empress grabbed his leg, saying, "Wait! Howe you don''t even have an awakened ss, and yet you get a 3S rating? Exin yourself!"


    "Just let him go."


    ShatteredCrown shook his head and walked over. Orson froze. Wasn''t this guy supposed to be a little more excited?


    Did he get stunned by Orson''s handsomeness as well?


    "I just want to give my master some advice," ShatteredCrown said seriously.


    Everyone was caught off guard by ShatteredCrown''s sudden seriousness, but then the next second, he broke into a big grin. "As someone who''s also ridiculously handsome, next time you show off, please make sure to take me along!"


    "Get lost!"


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    Orson kicked the pestering ShatteredCrown away, before riding his Crimson Lizard King back towards Pondenorlin City.@@novelbin@@


    Once there, he transformed into Orsix and headed straight for the Dwarven cksmith.


    "Changed your mind? Trust me, even without the Sacred Dragon Crystal, crafting these three pieces of the [Angry Dragon Saint Set] isn''t a big deal!"


    The gray dwarf, Veijander, smacked his chest in confidence when he saw Orson arrive.


    "Stop boasting. This time, I''ve got enough materials. Just make a few more sets for my friends."


    Orson waved his hand. After plundering the me Dragon Nest, the rare materials and Dragon Crystals were the least of his worries.


    "Make a few more sets? No problem." Veijander grinned, his eyes locking onto Orson''s bag.


    Orson raised an eyebrow and suddenly asked, "How''s your memory?"


    "Me? My memory''s top-notch!" Veijander cackled, drunkenly chugging more malt beer.


    "Good. I need five sets of the 30-level Warrior three-piece set, three sets of the Assassin''s, and three sets of the Knight''s. Also, I need one set for each ss with Dragon Crystals as the main material, and maxed-out panel stats."


    Veijander sputtered, spilling some beer and suddenly grew uncertain. "Wait! Let me grab my notes!"


    He paused, then blinked. "Wait, hold on. Materials first! I need to see the materials before we talk about price!"


    "I suggest you shut the door," Orson said, ncing at the group of yers outside the cksmith shop, still screaming, "Refund! Damn it, refund!"


    Veijander gave them a nce and ignored them. Orson sighed and began pulling materials out of his bag.


    The sound of dragon scales raining onto the floor filled the room, followed by sharp dragon horns, and dragon bones etched with eerie magic runes¡­


    "My gods! My soul must be celebrating in a gold mine right now. This can''t be real!"


    Veijander''s jaw dropped as he shouted.


    Orson ignored him and continued tossing materials onto the table. Six radiant Dragon Crystals were lined up in a row.


    "Dragon Crystal¡­ this many!!! You must be an angel sent from the heavens!"


    Veijander screamed, then zipped around with lightning speed, locking the door and preparing to close up shop.


    Orson rummaged through Veijander''s secret stash, pulling out all the equipment blueprints that were hidden away.


    There were over ten 40-level legendary Mage equipment blueprints on the table.


    "I don''t need the Angry Dragon Set. This blueprint suits my style," Orson pointed to the veryst, weathered blueprint.


    "Heart of the me Dragon?"


    Veijander blinked in confusion and furrowed his brow. "You''re the most incredible adventurer I''ve ever seen, but this equipment requires more than just Dragon Crystals. Also, forging the other six sets for different sses will require even more."


    "Not enough?" Orson raised an eyebrow.


    Veijander looked at the blueprint and sighed. "This blueprint has been passed down in my dwarven n for years, but only one set was ever forged¡ªand it was destroyed in an imperial war. You should pick something else."


    "Veijander has rmended new equipment blueprints."


    "Legendary:


    [Divine Gift¡¤Mana Source]Set


    Style Features: Adds true damage, high mana/HP bonus, high cooldown reduction.


    [Divine Gift¡¤Spellcasting Mastery]Set


    Style Features: High critical hit rate, increased casting efficiency, high attack speed."


    "Cost to forge each piece: 3,000 gold coins."


    "Stop rmending junk. I can easily farm something better than this myself," Orson said, shaking his head.


    "This set can''t be made into a three-piece set. It requires all six pieces to be forged together. Are you sure you have enough Sacred Materials?" Veijander said, looking at him with a skeptical face.


    "You don''t need to remind me of that," Orson replied, his gaze fixed on the old blueprint.


    [Lost¡¤Heart of the me Dragon]


    Style Features: Erges magic effects, adds high critical hit rate, high health/mana bonuses.


    Orson was salivating at the thought of "magic ergement."


    Veijander wasn''t trying to deceive him, but he was wary about the cost. Even if he forged it, each piece would cost 10,000 gold coins.


    Plus, the forging materials were massive, requiring six Dragon Crystals.


    Forget about ordinary yers finding six Dragon Crystals¡ªif they did, the sess rate was only 50%. If the forging failed, the loss would be catastrophic for even the wealthiest yers.


    But for Orson, the "magic ergement" bonus was worth the gamble.


    "You''ve submitted Sacred Materials: Dragon Crystal x12!"


    "Pfft¡­ Did you find the Dragon''s Lair or something?"


    Veijander, after sipping some beer to calm himself, spat it out in surprise. He had seen rich adventurers, but he had never seen one so willing to squander Dragon materials.


    Orson had snatched twelve Dragon Crystals from the me Dragon Nest''s incubation chamber, plus more from the Gluttonous Devourer, Greedy Hoarder, and Frost Dragon. He still had three left.


    That should be enough¡­ for now.


    "Guess so, but you''ve reminded me. I should look for more Dragon Lairs," Orson said with a smile, his lips curling up. Hearing Veijander''s words made him less worried about the equipment failing.


    The me Dragon Nest was gone, but the Guardian of Pondenorlin City, Burns, was nothing more than a dirt dragon, and Orson could probably raid his home too.


    "You''ve submitted premium materials: Dragon Bones x40."


    "You''ve submitted¡­"


    Orson continued submitting materials in a stream, totaling a huge amount for the legendary equipment. Just the forging fees alone cost 150,000 gold coins.


    "Trying to siege us, huh? Come at me! I''ll crush you with my gear!" Orson grinned coldly.

 Chapter 157 157: Do You Know How Empty I Am?

    SSR, ughter, Dragon''s Kiss Guild, and other guilds had far more wealth than the Godyer Guild.


    For a long time, the main battle members of the guild had much weaker gearpared to their opponents. However, at this stage, it was difficult to mass-produce legendary equipment just by having money butcking the necessary materials. Large guilds mostly used a "ƴϦϦ" model (referring to auction house sniping and reselling to equip members) to stock up on gear for their teams.


    Even though high-quality gear could boost the main team''s stats, it was still difficult to form three-piece set bonuses, leading to a significant drop inbat power. Most yers were left with mismatched pieces, requiring a lot of time to gather the necessary items.


    In five days, after umting rewards from first clears of dungeons, Godyer''s main members would start to reach level 30. Once their equipment was forged, along with the countless hero, legendary, and high-level skill gear stored in the guild, the top ten road kings, Madman''s assassin squad, and Bradley''s melee army would all be fully equipped and ready for battle!


    Meanwhile, deep within a dungeon on the battlefield...


    "Global power ranking number one." Wedge''s beautiful eyes narrowed as she stared at the leaderboard, lost in thought.


    Around her, over two hundred SSR yers were continuously fighting "air," dealing damage to the six-sided altar. Numerous magical patterns shimmered, and damage numbers continued to pop up.


    The 1 billion HP teleportation array was being slowly worn down by the team''s three-shift grind, having already lost 200 million health. With the barrier''s defense weakening, the process was speeding up.


    "Don''t worry. Even if he''s number one on the leaderboard, with me and the Supreme Guild here, one Orgod is nothing to fear."


    A tall man with a dragon spear, exuding noble charisma, spoke beside Wedge. His handsome features were striking, and on his shoulder stood a small creature glowing with silver light ¨C a level 1 high-tier silver dragon!


    The other SSR yers around him were stunned. That was a silver dragon!


    "Of course, I''m grateful for everything you''ve done for me," Wedge smiled, her expression as pure as her charm. "I don''t know how to repay you, but..."


    "Then how about we log off and have a drink?" Drunken Dream smiled, exuding an air of nobility.


    "Alright, I''lle pick you up." Wedge smiled, and she had already met this man once. Despite being naturally blind, he was an heir to a prominent family, and his handsome looks only added to his charm.


    Of course, most importantly, he was the sessor to the entire family.


    Wedge had climbed from the bottom of society, using her charm to get to the top, and she couldn''t miss such a "perfect prey" like him.


    The two logged off, and the scene switched.


    In Baiguo City, inside a high-end private club.


    Wedge gracefully hooked her arm around Drunken Dream''s and guided him to sit down.


    "Thank you. I thought you might run away when you saw me, but you''re more gentle than I imagined," Drunken Dream said, savoring his red wine as several bodyguards stood near the door.


    "Is that so?" Wedge''s beautiful face flushed slightly. "None of us are perfect. I''m no exception."


    "By the way, where were we? Based on your progress, how many more days until the barrier is broken?" Drunken Dream casually asked.


    Wedge nced at him with slight suspicion before smiling. "I''m not sure. With the barrier weakening, it might take 1-3 more days, or maybe longer."


    "I see." Drunken Dream frowned inwardly. Wasn''t that just saying nothing at all?


    "That Naoko, she''s your friend, right? Will she be part of the outfield n?" Drunken Dream asked, genuinely curious.


    Naoko was an SS-level summoner who could summon Yamata no Orochi and had made it into the top 50 of the leaderboard. If she entered the US battlefield after the barrier was broken, it would certainly cause a huge stir.


    Drunken Dream, always confident in his abilities, didn''t fear strong opponents. However, after facing off against Orson, he hade to understand that some people were beyond the reach of normalpetition.


    Summoners were more vulnerable than beast masters. If the summoner was killed, the summoned creatures would disappear, but the advantage was that after a cooldown, the summoner could call their creatures back.


    But after facing Orson, Drunken Dream knew he could never be too careless when facing a potential enemy.


    "If you''re not willing to talk about it, that''s fine. I''m just curious if she''s as good-looking as you," Drunken Dream teased, then sighed dramatically. "It''s a pity I can''t see a big beauty like Wedge in real life. That''s the misery of a little blind guy like me."


    His words made Wedge lower her guard slightly. Especially since the man in front of her had a fortune worth billions but couldn''t even fully perceive the world around him. Wedge felt a surge of sympathy.


    "She''s definitely my friend. As for the other three UJ district yers on the leaderboard, I''ve met them too. They''re good partners," Wedge smiled, her lips curving yfully. "Naoko''s much prettier than I am. Want me to introduce you to her? I think she''s single."


    "No! If you introduce her to me, what will happen to you?" Drunken Dream seized the opportunity to tease her.


    Wedge''s face flushed a deeper red, and they both burst intoughter.


    The two enjoyed their conversation well into the night. Eventually, Wedge reluctantly left in a luxury car.


    After she left, Drunken Dream sighed deeply. He pulled out his phone and called someone.


    Drunken Dream: "I estimate it will take no more than five days to break the barrier. Maybe even sooner. Do you want me to send you the coordinates?"


    "By the way, she really is quite deep. She didn''t give me any info at first, but luckily, my charm worked..." he continued.


    "Stop, stop! You can boast about that to others, but not to me," Orson''s voice came through, muffled by the sound of him slurping instant noodles. He''d had a rare big haul in the game, treating himself to bacon and eggs.


    Drunken Dream: "Her voice is so nice, yet her heart is so cruel. Internal and external collusion, what a taboo! Such a pity..."


    If Wedge had seen Drunken Dream''s reaction, her heart might have stopped beating...


    "ughterer" Drunken Dream had long be Orson''s top agent infiltrating the enemy guilds.


    "Forget the coordinates. I have an insider keeping an eye on it," Orson replied casually, continuing to slurp his noodles. Just half an hour ago, Charles had updated him on the situation.


    "Write this down," Drunken Dream instructed. "There are four guilds in UJ district, right? I''ll jot this down."@@novelbin@@


    "One SS-level summoner, one beast tamer, and two S-level ghost warriors..."


    "What? One of the guild leaders is Chinese and can be bought off? Don''t bother. What''s the point of wasting money on that?" Orson shook his head. No matter who came through the teleportation array from UJ district to the US, it was just a provocation, and they would meet with lightning strikes.


    When Drunken Dream mentioned that Wedge was interested in him, Orson immediately interrupted: "What? Wedge wants to get closer to you?"


    "Deep conversation, my... brother, she''s not as innocent as you think."


    Drunken Dream frowned. "So after drinking, she invited me to her vi for coffee. What does that mean? Does she want to... take advantage of my good looks?"


    "You should go. I''m begging you, hurry up. If you don''t have a few trillion in assets, that woman won''t even look at you," Orson responded without much patience.


    Drunken Dream became anxious: "You know, I almost got tempted? Do you have any idea how empty I am? I''m sick of looking up and seeing nothing but emptiness!"


    "This is temporary. You''ll feel better soon, my friend." Orson chuckled lightly. Once reality and the game world merged, the Silver Dragon Knight King would be reborn. A little eye issue would be no problem.


    On the other hand, Orson knew Wedge all too well. Given her nature, a single night of passion wouldn''t even be considered much. Her beauty was her most powerful weapon.


    "Sigh... my friend, I''m really not good at this kind of thing," Drunken Dreamined.


    "You''ll get used to it. You''re the one who can crush the number one on the leaderboard," Orson teased before hanging up the phone.

 Chapter 158 158: Grind or Keep Grinding

    District Announcement: yer Absolute Kid has led his team to first clear the 30-level Elite Dungeon Demon Town.


    Reward: 70 free attribute points, 100 skill points, 500 gold.


    District Announcement: yer Dynasty Old Yin has led his team to first clear the 25-level Elite Dungeon Toxic gue.


    Reward: ...


    District Announcement: yer Money Traveler, like a god descending from the heavens, has led his team to first clear the 30-level Legendary Dungeon Hall of the Sacred Relics.


    Reward: 100 free attribute points, 130 skill points, 5 talent points, 1500 gold.


    Orson had just finished his bowl of noodles and was about to sleep when the first-clear dungeon announcements continued to flood in.


    "How many times is this now? How do they y like this? Clearing Elite Dungeons like it''s drinking water or eating food."@@novelbin@@


    "Are the yers at Purple Thunder Fortress not even given a chance? How hard is it to get a first clear? Are these people even human?"


    "..."


    World chat was full of confused yers. Many hadn''t even found the dungeon entrance yet.


    In one single day, Godyer Guild cleared 3 Legendary Dungeons, 8 Elite Dungeons, and 12 Normal Dungeons.


    Bradley: "Madman, can you actually handle this? If you can''t, just let Orson get up and help you clear them."


    Madman: "What the hell do you mean I can''t handle it? I''m training my team. It''ll take a bit longer, but we''ll clear it safely!"


    In a 30-level Legendary Dungeon, Madman was busy leading a group of thieves working hard.


    In the Dark City, arge number of armored Death Knights were making their lives difficult.


    Stewart: "Are you sure you don''t want me to heal you? Our setup is pretty weak."


    "Don''t! I suggest you go AFK, just stop healing me!"


    "Alright, alright, war god, if you heal me again, I''ll kneel down and give you a bow."


    The bizarre lineup of 11 assassins and Stewart was giving them a hard time.


    With Stewart''s healing spells being so inconsistent, these thieves Madman tricked into joining the guild were getting tortured.


    "Hold on! First team, go! Block the Death Archers. Second team,e and keep healing!" Madman shouted.


    "Heal? The monster only took 2000 of my health, but this guy''s poison heal just took 4000 of my health!"


    "This idiotic tactic... can the Vice Guild Master stop messing things up? I''ve never seen such a useless priest."


    "I suggest we use the idiot priest as a meat shield, at least his gear is good enough to tank."


    The assassin team membersined as they shoved Stewart into the middle of the Death Knights to absorb their aggro.


    Meanwhile, they started poking the monsters, hoping to quickly defeat them.


    "Don''t worry, I''m here with the thieves! If I die, we can just respawn and start again!"


    Stewart screamed and, with determination, crawled under the hooves of the horses, casting his poison heal on a few of his struggling teammates.


    -1700


    -1700


    ...


    "I heal you, you damn pest!"


    The teammates struggled to stabilize their health through dodging moves, but with Stewart''s continuous poison heals, they started dropping like flies.


    "Sorry, sorry! I got unlucky, didn''t know it was all cursed healing!" Stewart nervously apologized.


    The thieves, now raging, crawled out of the respawn point and stared at Stewart with eyes burning with anger.


    "Stop hiding behind, you coward! Useless piece of crap, die already!"


    "Die!"


    "Eat this, stab to the waist!"


    Stewart quickly tried to run away, but how could he outrun the thieves?


    The team members were furious at being tricked and rushed toward Stewart to kill him.


    "This setup really has some issues..." Madman observed, thinking about intervening but then decided against it.


    Friendship first¡ªhe''d give Stewart onest knife to the back before stopping.


    Large damage numbers shed above Stewart''s head, but soon, the assassins froze in shock.


    What the hell? This priest lost nearly 20,000 health, and he still hasn''t died?


    Why hasn''t he died yet?


    +8000


    +7500


    +7700


    ...


    The thieves looked at each other in disbelief, unsure whether their eyes were deceiving them.


    Seeing Stewart''s health surge to 40,000, they were all silent.


    "What kind of special skill is this? How broken is he?"


    "No way, I''m going to take him down!"


    "Headshot! Go for the weak points! I won''t believe he''s invincible!"


    As more teammates attacked Stewart, his health kept skyrocketing, reaching an astonishing 80,000 health.


    They kept attacking him for a long time, and Stewart still had 60,000 health.


    +3000


    +1500


    ...


    "Stop hitting me! I''m scared, I just want to go home!" Stewart cried out while casting more poison heals on himself.


    The thieves just gritted their teeth, stunned. They had never seen such a disgusting priest. When he healed others, it was often poison damage, but when healing himself, it was always "perfect healing."


    "You can''t kill him. Unless you can burst him down in one hit, if you''re a group, he won''t die unless a whole squad is dedicated to killing him," Madman remarked coldly.


    The thieves still didn''t get what Madman meant.


    Stewart awkwardly scratched his head and said, "I''m your healer, your health is my health."


    The Epic Rank item Left Hand of the Cursed King had been actively triggering. With Stewart continuously making trouble for his teammates, whenever they attacked him, he gained 110% of their health points.


    His passive skill was also increasing all attributes by 110%.


    In the dungeon, if internal conflict urred and the more people attacked or insulted him, Stewart became stronger.


    The group was wiped again, and Madman, yawning, walked over: "Line up. Stewart, bless these idiots and clear the dungeon before ughter Guild gets ahead."


    Stewart, looking apologetic, ran to the respawn point and started applying his cursed healing to everyone.


    "All attributes increased by +110%."


    "All attributes increased by +110%."


    "..."


    "What the hell? I''m so strong! It''s like I ate a health tonic, 20,000 health!?"


    "One-hit crits can deal 6000 damage? My movement speed doubled? What is this...?"


    The entire assassin team stared, ck-jawed. They couldn''t believe what they were seeing.


    They had thought the Vice Guild Master was just sending a useless priest with them, but now this priest was carrying them?


    Madman, alongside Stewart, quickly dispatched a group of ghostly figures to the Death Knights, easily cutting through the dungeon.


    Meanwhile, the Godyer Guild members continued to grindte into the night, wreaking havoc around the Purple Thunder Fortress'' numerous quest points.


    Tears streamed down the face of a muscr yer: "This is insane, totally insane! Orgod''s strength is like he''s cheating, but now these guys are also leveling up like crazy?"


    California 007: "Demon Emperor personally led his team into the Legendary Dungeon Hall of the Sacred Relics. Six gods with legendary weapons, and they still cleared it 10 minutes slower than Money Traveler?"


    Zhongheng Qingyao: "You don''t get it. Demon Emperor and his team tracked Money Traveler into the dungeon. Even if they don''t get the first-clear reward, they can still get something from clearing a high-difficulty dungeon!"


    "Latest info! Absolute Kid appeared in the Abyssal Wastnd. The new Legendary Dungeon Nine-Hell Cavern is about to open!"


    "Quick, get in there! Rumor has it that the first yers in the dungeon have double the drop rate, grab everything!"


    Clearly, other guilds and fixed teams weren''t stupid either. There were spies everywhere around Purple Thunder Fortress, keeping a close eye on yers with the Godyer tag.


    Most yers were still fumbling in the dark, withrge areas around Purple Thunder Fortress still unexplored. Even if they had the power, they couldn''t find the dungeon entrances.


    But Godyer members were like a beacon. As long as core members of Godyer appeared, a difficult dungeon was sure to be unlocked.


    "Are you guys really going to do a dungeon?"


    Bradley and the others had just finished an Elite Dungeon, and when they looked up, they saw a mountain of yers surrounding them.


    Arge group of yers stared at them as though they were looking at celebrities.


    If it wasn''t for the Thousand Men Killer title above Bradley''s head, some of these yers might''ve even thought about killing them for loot.


    "Ignore them. Let''s go. We''re pushing for 30 levels tonight," Bradley said, and the group hurried off toward the next dungeon entrance.

 Chapter 159 159: The Invincible Sorcerer of the Dragon Empire

    The next day, outside the hospital operating room.


    "The surgery was sessful, but for now, we need to monitor the patient in the intensive care unit to observe for any kidney rejection reactions."


    "Thank you so much, Director Zion."


    This scene had appeared in Orson''s dreams more than once, but each time he woke up, he was met with overwhelming despair.


    Now, the heavy weight in his heart had finally lifted, and Orson struggled to contain his excitement.


    "Now you can rest easy, right?"


    Bradleyughed loudly and gave him a big hug.


    Orson''s eyes turned red, and he couldn''t say a word, repeatedly nodding and choking back tears.


    "Quit dragging it out, stop wasting time! Get back and keep grinding, how could a lousy warrior pass you in levels? I''m not happy about this!" Madman cursed.


    Bradley chuckled proudly, "How embarrassing! We''re a melee army, and with Stewart as our violent healer, we''ll bulldoze everything!"


    Everyone had stayed offline this morning while Sienna underwent surgery, apanying Orson to the hospital.


    "Great! By the way, do you know Sienna''s number? Once she wakes up, I''ll stay on the phone with her all day," Stewart said, pulling out his phone and shoving it in front of Orson.


    "I''ll hit you!!"


    Ruby leapt up and kicked Stewart squarely in the rear.


    Stewart looked innocent. "What did I do?"


    Ruby rolled her eyes and showed him their chat records on WeChat. "This is how you treat love? Are you even human!?"


    "Li family curse! You''re chasing my cousin?" Bradley said as he read the text, his face turning bright red with anger.


    "I didn''t! She''s the one who''s been casting a wide, trying to groom me to be her backup!"


    Stewart quickly sprinted away, but Bradley, enraged, shouted, "You''re full of shit! My sister isn''t like that¡­"


    He suddenly paused, thinking of Ruby''s various bad habits. His raised fist rxed. "Wait, she might actually be like that."


    "Vance! I''m going to strangle you!" Ruby, furious, grabbed onto Bradley''s side and wouldn''t let go.


    Dancing Giant Boobs fluttered her eyes and smiled, "Alright, Ruby, weren''t you supposed to be gentle anddylike? If you don''t follow through, it''ll be hard to find someone you like."


    "Okay, Dancing Giant Boobs, you''re right. I won''t waste time on disgusting men," Ruby said with a sly grin, pretending to be an aloof little girl, and coldly muttered, "Backup number one, eliminated! Backup number two, entertain me!"


    As Ruby''s gaze swept over, Orson quickly noticed Nightshade turning his head, curling up in fear.


    Taking out his phone, he quickly changed Nightshade''s contact note from "Pure Lolita Type" to "Do Not Touch."


    At the same time, he deleted the photo of Ruby from his phone''s screensaver and muttered, "Please, Goddess of Protection, keep me safe."


    "Nice work, in just one day, both of my top generals have been taken down by you," Orson said with a smile, teasing them.


    "What, jealous? You should be, I mean, look at you! How could I not charm you?" Rubyughed, making everyone burst out inughter.


    Orson had three ck lines on his forehead as he started asking about everyone''s progress from the day before.


    Bradley said, "Ruby''s S-Secret ss is almost done. We cleared a lot of dungeons yesterday, and we harvested six Soul Seals."


    "Good luck, huh? What quality are they?"


    Orson was slightly surprised. Purple Thunder Fortress and the Holy Maiden City regions are known for producing Soul Seals, but to get so many in one day was unexpected.


    "One Lord-ss, three Spirit-ss, and two Common-ss which I threw away."


    Bradley thought for a moment and said, "I n to use this Lord-ss one. The life-steal effect fits my build."


    Orson shook his head lightly. "Throw it away, it''s useless."


    Madman''s eyes went wide. "What the hell? Throw it away?!"@@novelbin@@


    "I don''t mean it like that," Orson exined. "Lord-ss Soul Seals don''t give much of a boost to you guys."


    "Sell off any Lord-ss or lower Soul Seals youe across quickly. Once you hit level 50 and unlock the Holy Soul Seals, the prices for regr Soul Seals will drop."


    Orson exined, casually. Aside from Madman and Stewart, the rest of the group still didn''t have Soul Seals that matched their sses.


    Everyone was eager to improve their strength to avoid getting caught off-guard when facing NPC armies or other guilds.


    "True, we need to get a Soul Seal like Stewart''s ''Cursed King'' if we want to get somewhere," Madman said, nodding.


    With the game''s progress, some mainline yers were already clearing new maps, nearing the capital of the Light Dragon King.


    The Soul Seal drop rates were higher nowpared to before. Even if it wasn''t through hidden tasks or lucky pulls, just fighting monsters yielded Soul Seals asionally.


    Orson knew full well that once a Soul Seal was bound, its effects were permanent¡ªit was a lifelongmitment that couldn''t be removed or destroyed.


    Regr Lord-ss Soul Seals could give a decent boost early on, but as the game progressed or in hardcore modes, they''d be increasingly ineffective.


    In the U.S. region, many wealthy yers had invested heavily early on, hoping to gain power quickly, but now their Lord-ss Soul Seals had be useless junk.


    Bradley said, "Just throw it in the guild warehouse. If someone wants it, they can sign a contract."


    Madman replied, "Exactly. Lord-ss and Epic Rank don''t match my style. I''m going after a God-tier Soul Seal!"


    "We''re life yers with Dancing Giant Boobs, so Lord-ss is fine for us..." Nightshade began, but before he could finish his sentence, Orson and the others shot him a cold look.


    Bradley said, "No way. Life yers need to have some standards!"


    Madman added, "If you put a Lord-ss Soul Seal on a core member, they won''t even be allowed to speak to me anymore."


    Dancing Giant Boobs winked at Nightshade, who blushed and hurriedly shouted, "We life yers have high standards too! What''s wrong with being a little extravagant!"


    "Lord-ss Soul Seals¡­ They think it''s trash," Ruby muttered, and in the corner, Charles and Lauren looked on in shock, speechless.


    At the auction house, Soul Seals were being listed at a high price¡ªSpirit-ss ones went for 3,000 gold, and wealthy yers scrambled to get them. Lord-ss Soul Seals started at 10,000 gold, and all the big spenders kept an eye on the auction house, willing to pay top dor for one that fit their needs.


    Yet, despite all this value, these people scoffed at them.


    "What kind of guild is this?" Lauren thought, her face flushed with embarrassment. She couldn''t help but want to shout, "No! I''ll buy them all at the low price!"


    After confirming Sienna was doing well, Bradley and the others headed back to continue grinding dungeons.


    "Thank you, Lauren. Sorry about my friends. They''ve never seen much of the world," Orson said, apologizing with a smile as he boarded Lauren''s car.


    "Never seen much of the world...?" Lauren thought, her heart racing as she nced at Orson''s strong legs, thinking she really wanted to hold onto them tightly.


    This time, she was never letting go.


    "Here''s the intel from Naoko on the UJ region forum, Orson... Master, please take a look," Charles handed over a file.


    Orson opened it and saw his character information listed at the top:


    ID: Orgod


    Titles: Crimson Butcher, Heretic of the Beast n, Dragon yer, Flying War Beast Owner...


    Danger Level: ¡î¡î¡î¡î¡î


    Panel Strength: ¡î¡î¡î¡î¡î


    ...


    All his stats were maxed out with five stars, followed by Bradley, who had three to four-star strength.


    And then, Madman, the vice president, was simply described with a single line: "Thief, do not approach."


    "Madman would kill me if he saw this," Orson almostughed out loud.


    He nced through the information and calmly said, "Naoko is very thorough. This intel is prettyprehensive."


    "They got this info from somewhere. Even your usual login times are included," Charles remarked, puzzled.


    The paper was just a small part of the intel, and the rest was stored on a USB drive.


    It contained detailed analysis from top analysts in the UJ region on the Godyer guild, its members, professions, andbat styles.


    "It''s not hard to understand. You can get this kind of information by paying an operationspany," Orson said casually.


    Before battles between regions, both sides would gather intelligence on the opposing targets¡ªit was standard practice. However, such valuable intel normally wouldn''t be leaked to a forum, but it seemed Naoko wasn''t following the usual rules.


    Orson''s eyes narrowed as he thought of the time Wedge had tricked him with an E-ss job.


    "I understand now. She''s trying to find the best person to deal with me."


    "Are you saying that leaking this intel is a way to gather the right people to fight you?" Lauren asked, her sharp instincts catching on quickly.


    "Exactly. And it''s also meant to provoke hostility toward me


    from UJ region yers."


    Orson pointed at the forum screenshot in the intel, where the headline read: "The Invincible Sorcerer of the Dragon Empire!"

 Chapter 160 160: Youre Going to UJ District, Got It?

    "Are we seriously going to build characters in the UJ region? Is this even a smart move?"


    Charles, with a forced smile, had just sent Orson back to the vi and now looked confused as he nced at his boss.


    "What else can I say? If Orson says it''s possible, then it''s possible. The number one yer in Infinite Dimensions... I can''t argue with that," Lauren said with a wry smile.


    She''d finally gotten her hands on a huge opportunity, but Orson''s request was very peculiar. He wanted her to mobilize all their funds and resources to transfer operations to the UJ region.


    This wasn''t just about buying server permissions at a steep price; she also needed to have all the studio''s employees delete their ounts and sell off their assets to leave the US region.


    It was an enormous loss. Rank Studio was currently in a rapid growth phase, and they were making money hand over fist from gold farming, basebyrinths, dungeons, and other revenue streams.


    As they cruised down the main road, Lauren still couldn''t believe what was happening. Orson had given them a chance to change their fate¡ªsomething so unbelievable she, as a businessman, would never have even dared to dream of.


    "Honestly, I think this is an SSR-level opportunity. With his current abilities, he could have partnered with a much bigger studio," Charles muttered as he lit a cigarette, staring out the window with a hint of disbelief.


    It hadn''t been long since he humbly acknowledged Bradley as his superior, but now that same man was asking them to go to the UJ region and prepare to¡­ take over UJ region.


    Yes, take it over¡ªtruly dominate the region!


    While UJ wasn''t aspetitive as the US region, Merek, or the Nordic regions, it still had four yers in the top fifty of the leaderboard.


    And that bastard, Orson, wanted them to control the destiny of the four million yers in UJ!


    It was beyond absurd¡ªit was pure fantasy.


    Lauren''s feelings were equallyplicated. Following Orson, she had earned a lot of money. But rationally, she thought his idea of "dominating a region" was impractical.


    But Orson was number one on the leaderboard, and he had a massive lead over second ce. His guild, Godyer, was untouchable in the US region.


    She simply couldn''t resist the allure. This was a chance to rise to the top, a chance to achieve the kind of sess she had always dreamed of!


    Lauren''s pale fingers trembled as she drove, so she had Charles take over. After smoking a few cigarettes to calm her nerves, a manic smile slowly spread across her face.


    "Let''s do it. I''m all in. Even if we lose, he''ll take responsibility. He promised me that."


    "In two hours, yers below level 20 who are life yers, please gather outside Saint Maiden City at the Pilgrimage Ancient Road."


    Orson sent out a guild announcement in the game.


    "Life yers¡­"


    "Saint Maiden City¡­ that''s so far! We''re going to get wrecked by the small monsters!"


    "A 35-40 level monster area¡­ Are you trying to get us killed, guild leader?"


    A hundred or so life yers groaned. These were mostly new recruits, many around level 15. Although life yers didn''t have as strict leveling requirements as PvE yers, their low level meant they couldn''t gather high-quality materials.


    Old Yin: "Are you sure you''re not going? If you don''t go, I''ll go!"


    Absolute Kid: "What? You''re taking low-level alts and not bringing us? Is this favoritism?"


    "Grind monsters? How are we supposed to grind with so many people? Even if the guild leader is strong, the monster XP will be split among all of us," a level 16 priestined.


    Iron Cavalry: "Boss, if I escort them, can I AFK for two hours?"


    "Main yers handle things on their own. Go do something else," Orson replied coldly.


    "Please, just take me once more on the rocket ride! I''m so close to leveling up!" Iron Cavalry begged.@@novelbin@@


    "Iron Cavalry, even you need help?" the life yers asked, confused.


    Despite their reluctance, the life yers started making their way toward Saint Maiden City, following a few of the guild''s high-ranking members.


    The Pilgrimage Ancient Road was a monster zone for level 35-40 elites.


    Orson sat on the ground, the Crimson Lizard King dozing by his side. The road, once teeming with monsters, nowy eerily silent.


    After a long wait, about twenty life yers showed up, all battered and bruised. They had practically crawled their way here, barely managing to activate the teleportation array when they got close to the main city.


    "Is this the Super Crimson Lizard King? Wow! This thing looks even scarier than in the forum videos!"


    "Guild leader''s level is so high, he''s making even overseas yers breathe hard."


    The group gasped as they saw Orson sitting calmly in a white robe on a stone seat. His calm smile contrasted sharply with the monstrous Crimson Lizard King beside him, which was eyeing them with bloodshot eyes, making everyone too scared to move.


    "Hello, nice to meet you. I''m the Guild Leader of Godyer," Orson said, slowly opening his eyes. His gaze shone brightly like the "Bright Gxy."


    "Hello, Guild Leader!" the yers quickly greeted, no longer as casual as they were in the guild chat, where they''d jokingly referred to Orson as the "Melee Emperor."


    When you think about it, this was the only yer in the world with an SSS-ratedbat power, a yer who was literally the best in the entire game, and the one in charge of a guild that could walk through the US region without a care.


    Despite Infinite Dimensions being just a game, Orson was an influential figure, and anyone who was lucky enough to meet him was already in the presence of greatness.


    None of them could im to be unaffected.


    "No need to be so formal. You guys should already know the situation in the guild. A big battle ising, and I need everyone''s help to ovee this challenge," Orson said, smiling.


    The yers stared at each other, realizing that their guild leader wasn''t the demon everyone had imagined. He wasn''t here to destroy a guild, nor was he demanding absurd things.


    But even so, they didn''t believe they could be of any help.


    I Love Family: "What can a bunch of herb-pickers do? Don''t mess with us."


    Rush B: "I''m only level 17, I don''t even know how to y the game properly. How am I supposed to fight? I''m too weak to be of any use."


    The life yers were mostly older, parents, veteran gamers, or university students with too much free time. They were just trying to make a bit of extra gold from crafting potions, food, or items to sell.


    Orson understood their situation well. There weren''t many people like Dancing Giant Boobs, who just enjoyed farming and had money to spare.


    "There''s no need to underestimate yourselves. You just need to level up a bit, and you can be a powerful force," Orson said with a smile.


    The yers exchanged uncertain nces, thinking Orson was just being polite.


    Orson shook his head, a bit helpless. "In Godyer, as long as you follow orders, you''ll earn more than you ever imagined."


    I Love Family: "Haha! Boss, you know me!"


    The moment he said that, Orson''s words hit home. Everyone wanted to be a big shot, but with their mediocre skills, it felt like an impossible dream.


    Still, they could earn more money. That was practical, and everyone could get behind it.


    "Join the team and gather near me to AFK," Orson said, inviting everyone to group up.


    Rush B: "The guild leader really wants to drag us all along... One hundred and twenty-five?"


    "Not everyone''s here yet, so don''t rush," Orson said with a smile.


    After half an hour, more yers joined, and the group slowly grew.


    "Are we all just chatting? One hundred and twenty-five people?" The group stared, confused.


    Momentster, Orson''s mid-sized raid group of 110 appeared.


    The life yers, still bewildered, crouched down near the ancient ruins, looking like a strange group of people preparing for something big.


    Orson smiled and activated the regional channel: "UC-Hills, UC-C dot, ughter, your time to farm is up."

 Chapter 162 162: Are You Guys Crazy?

    Orson smiled faintly, not exposing the little game that ughter and his crew were ying. ughter, Demon Emperor, and nk were close, and nk was a member of Radiant Shuttle. Orson was willing to give them face for that. In the real world, they still needed the protection of K.D., to keep themselves safe from being wiped out by enemy guilds in the real world.


    Of course, this was all contingent on the fact that ughter Guild didn''t overstep their bounds, or else they''d end up like Dragon''s Kiss Guild, wiped off the map.


    "We''ll meet again some other time."


    ughter Spree''s face was stiff, and he quickly motioned for his team to retreat.


    Orson nodded indifferently, not making things difficult for them. He then deactivated the Ice Prison Ring and allowed them to return to town.


    "Should we¡­ regroup and attack again?" the members of Zongheng whispered, still in shock.


    These two dragon knight candidates were killed by a mage with basic attacks? How terrifying was this super mage? What kind of person was Drunken Dream to be able to kill them? Did it mean that Drunken Dream''s strength even surpassed the limits of the rankings?


    No matter how many people were instigating trouble or how many UC Guild yers were present, they all froze in ce, unable to understand how those exaggerated crits had been delivered.


    UC-Wind Chaser: "Don''t involve me, my game pod is broken today, I''ll fight again some other time!"@@novelbin@@


    "Are we just going to let him off?" A level 27 priest hesitated.


    UC-Flying Man: "Sorry, guys, my stomach hurts today, I couldn''t even use one-tenth of my strength. Next time, I''ll definitely get him!"


    The two dragon knight candidates who were lying on the ground felt a chill run down their spines. What, they were supposed to get up and face further humiliation?


    They weren''t idiots, so they came up with some of themest excuses to save face, because if they didn''t, they''d beughed at in the guild for the rest of their careers.


    "They''re taking advantage of us being in bad shape?"


    "Dammit, I can''t stand it. Why are they letting these lifestyle yers monopolize the grind points? I won''t let it slide!"


    "But he''s just one mage with a lizard pet, and we''ve got the numbers. Let''s go all in, even if it means taking them both down with us!"


    However, the UC Guild members clearly misunderstood. Shouting and rushing from all sides, they were intent on throwing themselves into battle.


    I Love Family: "What? Didn''t the two lead dragon knights get one-shot already?"


    Sigh "Fighting is just so troublesome," Orson sighed, his "Field of the Elder" opening once more.


    Before ughter Spree and the others could make a move, they were frozen in ce again. Chaos mes began to burn around them.


    ughter Spree: "You¡­ are you guys crazy? Why provoke him!"


    ughter Qingcheng: "Damn it, my potion is still on cooldown. I''m going to burn to death..."


    The members of ughter Guild cursed and suffered under the burn debuff. Priests in their group frantically cast healing spells, but it wasn''t enough to keep up with the nearly 8,000 damage per second from the burn.


    Seeing that the whole team was about to be wiped out, Shenfu''s mind began to race, and he quickly adapted.


    "ughter Spree requests to join the team."


    Orson was momentarily surprised. This guy may look like he was asking for trouble, but he was actually quite clever. By joining Orson''s team, they would be considered allies and would be immune to the Ice Prison Ring''s negative debuffs.


    "Smart. I''ll give you a thumbs up," Orsonughed heartily and epted the team request.


    ughter Spree exhaled in relief, then turned to the trouble-making UC guild, cursing, "Damn you, UC Guild! I''ve had enough of you!"


    Meanwhile, the Zongheng members were still struggling in the freezing cold, but ughter Spree led his team to wipe out UC yers.


    "ughter Spree, what the hell? You were all friendly with us a moment ago, now you''re wiping us out?" a warrior from UC tried to protest but was immediately taken down by a few brutal strikes from ughter Spree.


    "That was close..." Shenfu breathed heavily, his heart racing. He nced at Orson and, seeing that thetter didn''t react, he was finally at ease.


    This dramatic turn of events left the lifestyle yers, like Famu Li,pletely dumbfounded. What the hell was going on?


    ughter was already stronger than Zongheng, and with Orson''s Ice Prison Ring, they quickly wiped out most of the UC guild''s yers.


    "Sorry, Orgod, we interrupted your grind. Consider this loot aspensation," ughter Spree forced a smile and sent Orson a trade request.


    "Thanks."


    Orson wasn''t shy and epted the trade, receiving over twenty blue-tier items and a few purple ones from UC guild.


    He then passed the loot on to Famu Li and the other lifestyle yers, telling them to level up first and equip it once they could.


    Rush B: "Wow! Didn''t expect ughter Guild to be so moral!"


    I Love Family: "Really, props to them. But these are all level 20+ items, we''ll need to level up for ages before we can equip them."


    "It won''t be long." Orson chuckled lightly.


    I Love Family: "My brother took almost ten days to reach level 20, but for me, I''ll probably be there in a week as a guild member."


    The lifestyle yers were thrilled by the free equipment, excited not just to use it themselves but also to sell it for a profit on the auction house.


    Orson shook his head and didn''t speak. His "Field of the Elder" was now fully activated, covering the grinding point.


    The Crimson Lizard King stretched its wings and flew into the air, unleashing its destructive breath on the trees below. Elite monsters like the Level 35 "Necrotic Warden" began to pour out of the forest.


    "Celestial Descent."


    Multiple effects triggered, and three meteors crashed down from the sky.


    "Oh my God! That''s the magic the guild leader summoned? It''s... terrifying!"


    "I''ve seen it in videos before, but seeing it in person is just spectacr!"


    Everyone was stunned into silence, watching the damage log of the battle run wild.


    Crit: -41,000


    Crit: -41,000


    Ssh damage: -2,000


    The Necrotic Wardens, with 150,000 health, were nearly wiped out by the meteors. After one more hit from the me Dragon, all fifty of the elite monsters were burned to a crisp.


    "You killed a Necrotic Warden. Experience +400"


    "You killed..."


    The lifestyle yers shared in the experience, their confusion growing. They were used to slowly grinding monsters for small amounts of experience, but now, just a few minutes of work and they had leveled up.


    "What? We leveled up already?"


    In just two minutes, half of the team leveled up, all of them still in shock.


    Orson muttered to himself, opening his status window to check his stats.


    Name: Orgod


    Race: Human


    Level: 40


    Magic Attack: 2,000


    HP: 7,300/7,300


    MP: 78,000/78,000


    Attack Speed: 3.0


    Agility: 100


    Defense: 240/30% resistances


    Crit Rate: 35%


    Range: 7,240 meters


    Free Attribute Points: 150


    Skill Points: 650


    Talent Points: 3


    Previously, Orson had been grinding with Bradley and the others all morning, raising his attack to 2,000.


    The Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye boosted his crit damage by 600%, so with his base crit, he could hit seven times crit damage. Whenbined with the threefold damage bonus from Celestial Descent, he could deal over 40,000 damage on a direct hit, not even counting the ssh damage.


    His stats weren''t just powerful; they were absolutely astonishing.


    With a 7-kilometer range, he could cover most of the Pilgrimage Ancient Road grinding points from his position. The Ice Prison Ring kept everything close by frozen, while the Crimson Lizard King cleaned up.


    He wasn''t running dungeons because they would waste time running between areas, and the mobs there weren''t as plentiful or constant.


    "Completed B-rank subjugation task: Cleared Necrotic Wardens 300/300."


    "Free Points +7, Skill Points +10, Silver Coins +50, Experience +20,000."


    With his hunting level now at Silver Rank, Orson could take on higher-difficulty B-rank tasks and earn even more rewards.


    Right now, though, these small rewards weren''t what interested him. His primary goal was to reach 100,000 kills as soon as possible and max out his Soul Seal proficiency.


    Once he did that, he''d deliver a heavy blow to his enemies¡ªyers or NPCs alike. With 100,000 mana, 10 kilometers of range, and 20x crit damage, Orson was preparing for an unstoppable power surge!

 Chapter 163 163: Ghost Warrior Landing

    Bradley: "All members who need a contract to sell your soul,e to the base. You have ten minutes to get here, note arrivals!"


    Dancing Giant Boobs: "For those who''ve reached level 30,e here to receive your Life Fruit."


    Nightshade: "Please, don''te to the firstyer of the maze! You''re seriously affecting my nting."


    Madman: "I swear to you all! If any assassin team member isn''t at level 30, you can get lost!"


    The grind never ends.


    Time passed quickly, and in the blink of an eye, four days had gone by.


    The dungeons around Purple Thunder Fortress had beenpleted for the first time by Bradley and the others, with massive loot, skill books, experience, and Soul Seals collected.


    Coupled with Orson''s relentless grind, the guild warehouse was filled to the brim with spoils¡ªhigh-quality blue gear in the 20-30 level range, Soul Seals of the Spirit ss, which had all gone from being a luxury to the basic equipment for every guild member.


    Once the soul contracts were signed, the 300 mainbat members immediately received a full set of 30-level 3x3 purple gear, while a select few like the top ten non-heroic yers received Lord-ss Soul Seals.


    At the current market price in Infinite Dimensions, these pieces of equipment could easily fetch 7,000 to 10,000 gold coins, with the Soul Seals'' worth being immeasurable.


    Bradley, Madman, and Stewart reached levels 32 to 35.


    Ruby, with Bradley and the others'' help, sessfully obtained the S-ss hidden ss Warrior of Tyranny, bing a little loli wielding a giant de, full of fury.


    During this time, with life yers continuously leveling up in Orson''s grind zones, their overall speed for leveling, material collection, and crafting far outpaced other guilds.


    The Bone Dragon Stronghold had been upgraded to Silver level, its poption cap reaching 800, and with the Celestial Fortress adding another 300, the guild''s poption cap reached a total of 1,100 people.


    The number of active members in the guild had surpassed 1,000.


    This was all thanks to Orson''s strategic moves and the elite troops he had gathered; otherwise, the guild would have never had enough spots.


    Meanwhile, they received at least 5,000 new yer applications every day, many from elite yers switching from other top guilds.


    Iron Cavalry: "Sorry, I''ve been eyeing this armor for a while, and my soul contract has already been submitted, so it''s mine now!"


    In the guild warehouse, a 30-level legendary armor set, Philos'' King''s Iron Guard, logged off.


    The Red-Haired Charging Monster: "What the hell? You want the anti-magic shield AND the legendary armor? Are you this greedy?"


    Holy Knight''s Oath: "Money Traveler, look at him, does he even have any shame?"


    Frost Saint: "I''ve been eyeing that armor for three days! Do you know how hard it''s been to get here? And he just gets it because he won in a duel where I was half dead?"


    Iron Cavalry stood at the entrance to the Bone Dragon point, striking a pose, holding a 10th-level anti-magic rebound shield, and wearing the legendary gold armor and helmet, exuding an imposing aura.


    The high-ranking knights in the guild were furious,ining that Iron Cavalry was a selfish person, always eyeing the best equipment without doing any real work.


    The most annoying part? Iron Cavalry was clever as a fox.


    ording to the guild''s equipment distribution rules, if multiple yers with matching professions and levels needed the same piece of equipment, a duel would determine who got it.


    But with Iron Cavalry wielding an anti-magic shield, he was invincible in any knight duel, leaving the other knights with no chance topete. Even top-tier yers like Ride Donkey had repeatedly lost to him, and could only settle for second-rate equipment.


    Iron Cavalry: "Is it my fault? Is it my fault?" Heughed maniacally, "It''s not like I haven''t been a punching bag in hard dungeons for Bradley!"


    Ride Donkey: "I''m so mad! Money Traveler, you better exin yourself!"


    The Red-Haired Charging Monster: "Exactly! We didn''t get a fair chance! Why''s this happening?"


    Bradley: "Iron Cavalry submits his soul contract with the highest efficiency, the most frequency. You still can''t beat him? Figure it out yourselves."


    As soon as he said that, the room fell silent.


    "Listen to that, Money Traveler is still the reasonable one!"


    Iron Cavalry, who had always been at odds with Bradley, was nowpletely a loyal "warehouse manager" dog to Bradley.


    "Are there peopleing over already?" Orson, who had been watching the scene, received a message from Charles.


    At the base battlefield, the ancient teleportation portal to the UJ district had been opened!


    Orson raised an eyebrow and immediately made a call. "How many people are there?"


    Charles replied, "I can''t say for sure. Before opening the portal, DonutWizard and others had dispersed most of their members, and my people were among them."


    "Good job with the secrecy. Looks like Wedge noticed that 007 is keeping an eye on them." Orson chuckled.


    Meanwhile, Drunken Dream had recently been "growing closer" with Wedge.


    Through a series of car and house gifts, Drunken Dream had managed to extract a lot of useful intel from Wedge.


    The three major guilds in the UJ district¡ªAsura, Thousand Hands, and Emperor Sky¡ªwould send A to S-ss elite yers to encircle Godyer and weaken the guild''s yer base, level, and equipment before the NPC armyunched its siege.


    If the opportunity arose, they would coordinate with the SSR guild to take down the Celestial Fortress while Godyer and the NPC army were locked in battle!


    After hanging up, a hint of mockery appeared on Orson''s face. "Elite yer decapitation missions to weaken us? What a joke."


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    "Still need to kill 1,500 more monsters to max out proficiency."


    Orson, stationed at Pilgrimage Ancient Road, had already reached level 41, with 77% of the levelpleted. His Hunter rating had reached Gold level, and he had umted a terrifying 700 free attribute points.


    His skill points had also reached 1,600, and he was fully prepared to max out two A-level spells!


    He took a nce at his task list.


    "cksmith Veijander''s Forge: Delivery time, one hour remaining."


    ...


    At the third base, near the ancient teleportation portal.


    With a burst of radiant white light shooting up into the sky, numerous figures emerged from the teleportation portal.


    Simultaneously, the trantion system activated:


    "Atst, we meet¡ªthe U.S.''s top dual-sword Magic Warrior, Reaver-san!"


    A man, cloaked in ck mist, emerged. He carried two strange, demon-like swords, one long and one short. His eyes were sharp, exuding an aura of intimidation.


    "I wouldn''t dare im to be the best. There are too many strong yers in this district, I can only barely make it," Reaver responded with a wry smile.


    The S-ss Ghost Warrior, Kazuya Shimoji, stepped forward. He had once faced Reaver in thest Sword and Conquest international invitational, where Reaver barely won by a hair''s breadth, earning Shimoji''s respect.@@novelbin@@


    "Hmm? This isn''t like you."


    Shimoji looked slightly surprised but quickly understood, giving a deep, knowing smile. "Is the trouble caused by the undefeated Sorcerer? I guess it''s understandable that you fall short against him for now."


    "Fall short?" Reaver''s smile became even more bitter.


    "Give me some time, I''ll avenge you, Reaver!" DonutWizard grunted.


    "Infinite Dimensions is going to give you time?" A woman with an ice crystal staff walked out from the UJ district team, her sharp gaze directed at DonutWizard.


    "Do you have a problem with me, S-ss Mystic Ice Saint?"


    DonutWizard didn''t hesitate and prepared to test the UJ district mage''s strength.


    Kawakita Saika gave a light smile, mocking, "You''re growing, but so is he. I watched you struggle during the base battle. I saw everything clearly in thepany''s broadcast room."


    "me Devouring Curse!"


    DonutWizard wasn''t about to waste words. He raised his staff and cast an A-level spell aimed to drain the enemy''s mana.


    To him, if these UJ district yers couldn''t take this hit, they had no reason to be here!


    "Extermination Combo!"


    Shimoji''s eyes glinted, and his body transformed into flickering ghostly mist. His short de lifted, and with three quick strikes, he pierced through DonutWizard''s body.


    Spell interrupted!


    Critical Hit -4000!


    Critical Hit -5000!


    "Elemental Dissolution."


    The devastating criticalbo made DonutWizard''s face change drastically. His health was rapidly draining, and he immediately used his life-saving skill, turning into an elemental form to avoid the fatal blow.


    "So fast¡­"


    Reaver''s eyelids twitched. Even Annly, with her fast reaction time, couldn''t counter in time.


    And the final strike? Shimoji had clearly slowed his movement deliberately, otherwise, Annly wouldn''t even have had time to use her life-saving skill.


    With such a powerhouse joining the battle, maybe they could finally break Orson''s undefeated myth!

 Chapter 164 164: Just Let Her Hit Once, Guild Master!

    A faint glimmer of cold light appeared behind Orson.


    Without turning around, Orson''s feet traced a six-pointed star, and a fiery red shield appeared around him.


    ng!


    A sharp de struck the shield, sparks flying, the shield rippling with force, and more than ten fire serpents shot out from it, locking onto the attacker.


    Break!


    Block!


    mlss...


    The shadowy figure behind him danced and weaved, their agility on full disy, performing shy maneuvers as they managed to block all the fire serpents.


    "Don''t dream. You have no chance," Orson said indifferently.


    The thief revealed herself. She had a slender figure, with alluring eyes that seemed to speak of temptation.


    "One sh. Just one crit, and I can end this," nk said coldly, before vanishing again into stealth.


    Orson had been grinding away at Pilgrimage Ancient Road for four days straight, never leaving this ce.


    nk had watched him from a distance, waiting for the perfect moment, seeing him focus solely on monster farming with no sign of movement.


    But after switching into a set of 30-level legendary gear yesterday, her confidence soared. She thought her chance to take down the notorious Orson, the guild master of Godyer, had finally arrived.


    But this was only the beginning of her nightmare.


    "nk-chan, you can do it! Our guild master is going down soon!"


    "nk-sama, this time, you have to break his defense! I can''t bear to watch you struggle anymore."


    The nearby casual yers looked at nk with sympathy, and Orson frowned. "Stop whining or I''ll send you back to mining!"


    "Please, let nk-chan kill him just once! She''s so pitiful!"


    "Yeah, yeah! Guild Master is such a monster! Can''t you just let thedy get one kill?"


    Several female yers puffed their cheeks in dissatisfaction, upset because their guild master wasn''t ying fair.


    nkunched fourteen consecutive assassination attempts. Besides two where she frantically used potions to escape, she died twelve times at Orson''s hands.


    Her level dropped from 36 to 34, all her grinding efforts down the drain. Yet, she didn''t give up. She learned from each failure and enhanced her skills by fusing them with her Soul Seal, increasing her chances of triggering crits and bleeding damage.


    Now, all she needed was one hit¡ªa critical hit¡ªand Orson would be forced to log out crying!


    nk''s figure flickered as sheunched an aerial ambush, feinting a move in the air to try to bait Orson into using a skill.


    But Orson didn''t even raise his staff, shaking his head lightly. "Sure, bleeding damage is terrifying, but you need to hit my real body first."


    "Fire Demon Eruption."


    Orson whispered the spell, and fire spread around him as the red shield appeared again.


    B-grade Fire Magic: [Fire Demon Eruption]


    Effect: Consumes 500 MP to summon a fire barrier, with 1000+ magic attack points as the shield value. When taking damage, releases 12 fire elementals to counterattack, each dealing 5% of Orson''s attack power. The barrier consumes 400 MP per second and has an 8-second cooldown.


    This was one of the fruits of Orson''s grind over the past few days. This skill was far stronger than Sun Shield. Although the shield value wasn''t as exaggerated, it offeredplete protection.


    Once nk''s fire serpentstched on to the shield, it would also trigger the zing Burn effect, a solidbination of offense and defense.


    Double Demon sh!


    nk''s short sword emitted a ghostly blue glow as she activated her special S-ss hidden job skill, attempting to violently shatter the magic shield.


    The legendary sword gave a low growl, and a ghostly blue two-headed wolf sprang out.


    "Hm, nice," Orson remarked, as his shield, worth 3200 points, shattered instantly.


    "Enough with the show... Die already!"


    nk''s eyes gleamed with joy. This move was designed for sustained damage, meant to tear through enemy defenses. If itnded, it would guarantee a 100% critical hit.


    But it required three seconds of charging, and it couldn''t be interrupted, or she would have to restart the process.


    This man in front of her was strong¡ªundeniably so. But he was too arrogant!


    He would fall to his own pride.


    "You''re too confident, Orson!" nk thought as she prepared to strike.


    But just as the legendary short sword was about to pierce Orson''s heart, he spoke again: "Water Magic Protection."


    A blue aura surrounded Orson''s body, and nk''s mouth dropped open in disbelief.


    Another shield!


    Orson smiled as the fire element swirled around him, and the four Sun Shields activated in front of him, blocking the two-headed wolf''s strike.


    "Water Magic: [Water Magic Protection]"


    Effect: Consumes 800 MP to summon a water barrier, adding a fixed 2000-point shield while reducing the attacker''s critical hit rate and piercing damage by 40%. Cooldown: 30 seconds.


    With over 100,000 MP, Orson could casually maintain his tripleyered shields.


    Even if he was surrounded by assassins, he could summon his Mirror of Folding to escape and counterattack.


    nk gritted her teeth as she drove her dagger forward. To the shock of the onlookers, the damage value appeared:


    Critical Rate Reduction!


    nk froze, staring in disbelief. She had finally broken through his defenses, but the damage was only -1?


    Her two-headed wolf let out a howl before vanishing, as if embarrassed to face the damage it had dealt.


    "Why didn''t I get a critical hit?" nk''s eyes were wide with shock.


    Orson raised his staff, giving her a sharp look. "You need more practice."


    He then unleashed a Chaos Ball right to her face.


    21x Critical Hit -43,000!


    A number appeared that filled nk with despair¡ªthis was her fifteenth failed assassination attempt.


    "You wait! I won''t give up!" nk''s corpse was lying on the ground, but she still muttered defiantly.


    "I don''t have time for your nonsense. We''ve got some VIPsing to our district," Orson said with a faint smile.


    "VIPs?"


    nk, sensing something was off, stopped pursuing and quickly teleported back to the fountain.


    "Ugh¡­ that was close. If I had gotten critted, I would''ve been done for."


    Orson let out a relieved sigh. He almost ruined his cool act.


    Though nk''s Double Demon sh had broken through all his shields, if not for the Water Magic Protection, thest defense would''ve been enough to save him from being killed by her bleeding damage.


    He checked his skill panel.@@novelbin@@


    B-grade Water Magic: [Water Magic Protection]


    Effect: Consumes 800 MP to summon a water barrier, adding a fixed 2000-point shield, while reducing the attacker''s critical hit rate and piercing damage by 40%. Cooldown: 30 seconds.


    With over 100,000 MP at his disposal, he could always maintain multiple shields.


    Even if he was surrounded by numerous assassins, he could easily counterattack. The Mirror of Folding magic eye could teleport him away for a counterattack.


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    "Crazy, huh? They keep attacking us non-stop!"


    "Help! These yers are disgusting! They killed me once and then revived me just to kill me again!"


    "Saint Maiden City coordinates 126.22¡ªattack in progress!"


    "Purple Thunder Fortress, the public dungeon [Toxic Assassination]¡ªarge group of UJ yers is ughtering us!"


    "Purple Thunder Fortress, outskirt monster farms¡ªSSR yers are indiscriminately killing everyone!"


    Suddenly, the guild channel flooded with messages. Orson stood up, his eyes shing with sharp determination. "Has it started?"

 Chapter 165 165: Beastmaster Sword Saint

    Madman: "What the heck? The other side seems pretty strong. Wasn''t Wild Gale leading the group in the public dungeon? How did so many people end up dead?"


    "Aren''t there at least ten A-rank professionals on their side, along with three S-ranks? How''s Wild Gale supposed to handle that?" A level-28 warrior grimaced. He was part of Wild Gale''s team.


    Iron Cavalry: "Damn it, they''re even killing life yers!"


    "Any survivors?" Bradley asked. Once he got a confirmation, he immediately messaged Orson privately: "Orson, should we gather a group and head over?"


    Orson reviewed thetest battle report. Dozens of guild members, who had been farming dungeons or gathering herbs, had been killed.


    While it wasn''t unusual for guild members to be attacked asionally, such incidents typically urred over contested resources and rarely involved mass killings. No major guild would usually dare to act so brazenly. Even SSR had been lying low recently. But this kind ofrge-scale ughter was unprecedented.


    "Rescue those stuck waiting to respawn and drive them off, but don''t chase too far," Orson replied.


    Bradley and Ruby sprang into action and rushed to where the most members were trapped¡ªthe Toxic Assassination dungeon.


    This dpidated vige, poisoned to death and overrun by monsters, served as a level-30 legendary public dungeon. Since Bradley''s group had cleared it, the area could now amodate hundreds of yers farming for loot, making it a hot spot for mixed groups from various guilds.


    "You won''t get away! When Orgod arrives, you trash will be dead!" roared a mage from The King Family. All seven of his teammates were already lying dead around him.


    "What I hate most are corpses that can''t stop yapping," sneered Kawakita, an S-rank Frost Mage, as a priest behind her began casting resurrection spells on The King Family''s fallen members.


    "Souls, return to your bodies!" The priest waved his staff, and an A-rank area resurrection spell enveloped the fallen.


    "No! Stay down! Don''t ept the resurrection!" The King Family mage quickly realized what was happening and ordered everyone not to revive.


    But it was toote. A sinister smile crossed the face of another priest as he activated a ve Rune Stone, a gray talisman hovering above the corpses.


    "Resurrection denied¡ªforced revival in progress."


    "Resurrection denied¡­"


    Panic spread among The King Family yers. The rune stones were forcing them back to life?


    "You bastards¡­ you''ll die horrible deaths!" The revived yers barely had time to move before they were struck down again by a volley of frost arrows.


    "Let''s hope you can spell ''karma,''" Wild Gale snarled as he was forced to his feet. His round shield deflected numerous frost arrows as his eyes burned with defiance.


    Kawakita frowned. Sharp frost spikes erupted from the ground, aiming to skewer him. Wild Gale darted between the gaps with agile footwork.


    "Dragon Lion''s Roar!" Wild Gale bellowed. The force of his shout shattered the frost within a ten-meter radius.


    Raging Wolf Seven-sh!


    Wild Gale''s sword shed wildly, breaking through Kawakita''s frost magic. The ferocity of his assault threw her off, forcing her to retreat despite herself. d in legendary gear, she couldn''t afford to falter and resumed her bombardment.


    Even after being knocked down with his health reduced to a sliver, Wild Gale knelt with one knee, his gaze undeterred. "Kill me ten times, a hundred times¡ªGodyer will pay it back a thousandfold!"


    "A B-rank warrior with such strength?" Shimoji''s eyes darkened as he observed. It was clear this man''s skill was exceptional, and his gear wasn''t bad either. But his ss limitations held him back.


    "How ridiculous for a B-rank warrior to challenge us! Know your ce, you American!" Kawakita, her pride wounded,unched two ice spikes that knocked Wild Gale down again, forcing him to drop his Heroic Sword.


    "That''s enough. Move to the next location."


    The group of a dozen UJ yers, after ughtering teams from Godyer and The King Family, left with a haul of gold and equipment.


    "Raise my brother! Anyone who kills Godyer members dies!"


    A furious roar echoed as Wild Gale''s resurrection halo activated again.


    Momentster, a figure descended from the sky, kicking up a cloud of dust. The figure held twin swords that seemed almost alive, brimming with the power of light and darkness, like twin dragons coiling around their wielder.


    "Run!?" Iron Cavalry bellowed, raising his anti-magic shield. "You killed ourrades and now you think you can just leave?"


    "The Light-Dark Sword Saint?" Shimoji''s face darkened. Seeing Godyer''s main force arriving, he smirked and said, "Ignore them. Retreat! Regroup at the next location."


    "I''ll cut off their escape! You dared kill my brothers? I''ll crush your skulls!" A high-pitched but fierce voice rang out. A petite girl holding a giant sword the size of a door charged in, using her weapon like a skateboard.


    Kawakita sneered, "A mere level-32 dares speak up? Kill her!"


    Three A-rank mages cast a massive array of elemental spells¡ªfire, earth, and wind¡ªthat engulfed the petite warrior.


    Tyrant''s Descent.


    The purple-haired girl grinned, her smile tinged with a menacing aura. Her body grew taller, her legs turned bronze, and her tiny fangs extended into tusks. ck runes erupted around her as if a beastly warlord had emerged on the battlefield.


    Magic Resistance -400.


    Magic Resistance -350.


    ...


    Kawakita and her team of elite mages were stunned. Their barrage barely shaved 2,000 HP off her.


    "Done yet? My turn!" Ruby''s smile turned wicked as the Beast Sword Saint took over, her presence terrifying.


    Iron Cavalry groaned, "This is broken. I''m a knight, and I don''t even have this much magic resistance. We''ve created a monster."


    The Warrior of Tyranny, an S-rank hidden ss specializing in colossal swords, was notoriously difficult to unlock. Bradley and Iron Cavalry had spent an entire morning in an ancient battleground just barely managing toplete the trial. It was as challenging as clearing a level-30 abyss dungeon.


    The ss, inheriting the power of a half-beast Sword Saint, was a natural counter to magic users. When Tyrant''s Descent was activated, it drastically reduced iing magic damage for 10 seconds, with only a 30-second cooldown.


    Ruby charged forward with her signature move, Giant de Dash, using her weapon like a battering ram. She closed the distance to a stunned earth mage in a heartbeat.


    "Ready to take a little hit?" Ruby cackled before mming her massive sword down. The ground cracked as mud and rocks flew everywhere.


    -2400!


    -2200!


    Critical Hit -5000!


    The poor mage was smashed into the ground before he could react.


    "This is a ''little hit''? Did they die from being shed or just ttened by that oversized door?" Iron Cavalry muttered. Ruby''s sword was easily twice the size of his greatsword, more like a massive door panel used to crush people.


    "Are you siblings even human?" Absolute Kid quipped. "If she upgrades to that Colossal de in the warehouse, she''ll be unstoppable." Explore more at empire


    Bradley sighed, "Great, she''s stolen the spotlight. Poor nning on my part."


    Though clunky, Ruby''s giant sword style had immense potential. Even with a level-25 heroic de with only 1,300 base attack, her Warrior of Tyranny ss doubled her damage output. A single normal attack could deal 2,600 damage, and her critical strikes made even Bradley wary.


    However, its drawbacks were clear. The slower attack speed made her vulnerable to agile warriors, but she excelled at breaking through enemy rear lines and tanking magic attacks.


    "Who''s next?" Ruby taunted, bncing on her sword like a board.


    "Forget her. Move out!" Shimoji barked. Two A-rank warriors engaged Ruby to buy time while the rest of the team fled.


    "They''re running? I only took one down," Ruby said, disappointed as the UJ fighters retreated during her cooldown.


    Iron Cavalry: "Should we chase them? They don''t seem that tough."


    Wild Gale: "Be cautious. It could be a trap. My advice is not to go."


    Bradley''s eyes gleamed coldly as he watched Shimoji''s group disappear. "Retreating after one strike is odd. But who''s really setting the trap?"@@novelbin@@


    "Move out. They have a relic that can force resurrections. Let''s save our teammates at the next location!" With that, Bradley led Wild Gale and the others toward the next skirmish site.

 Chapter 166 166: The Flowers of Home Have Bloomed

    Night fell, casting shifting shadows through the forest. Shimoji and his team moved swiftly through the dense woods. Kawakita nced back toward the dungeon''s direction and sneered. "This is the strength of US yers? Hmph, they didn''t even dare to chase us."


    "Don''t get careless," Shimoji cautioned. "Some of them were quite capable. Even if we disregard their mechanics, their skills and equipment rival ours."


    The group moved like a team of assassins in the night. They had meticulously prepared for this cross-server raid. Each member carried a wide array of items for handling emergencies, and they were equipped with movement-boosting skills and gear, allowing them to outpace normal yers easily.


    Even in the event of death, as long as the ancient teleportation array remained active, they could continue infiltrating the Light Dragon Empire in waves. Weakening the Godyer guild was only part of their objective. This was a battle to establish dominance for the UJ server.


    Behind Shimoji and his group stood powerful financial backers and national interests. The emergence of an undefeated champion from the Light Dragon Empire was something they couldn''t allow.


    "Equipment stats alone won''t determine the oue. As long as we don''t run into those ancient enigmas, even without Naoko stepping in, taking down the US triple champions isn''t a problem!" Kawakita said smugly.


    Before the release of Infinite Dimensions, UJ had gathered its top yers for rigorous training in a simtion game called Realm of Virtual Gods, whosebat system mirrored that of Infinite Dimensions. This gave UJ yers a significant advantage when the gameunched. SS-ranked summoner Naoko had trained there as well, and she wasn''t even among the strongest from the UJ region.


    Meanwhile, at a crossroads in the forest¡­


    SirLagsALot: "Wait a second¡­ those guys¡­ are UJ yers? Why are they in our server?"


    Lies: "Kill those bastards! Damn it, kill them all!"


    yers en route to a public dungeon froze in ce. They had seen world chat warnings about UJ invaders but didn''t expect to encounter them firsthand.


    "Do we kill them? Just a bunch of yers from small guilds," Kawakita asked coldly, ncing at Shimoji.


    "They''reing our way. Take them out quickly," Shimoji ordered after a brief look. The enemy group had about fifty yers but was mostly below level 30.


    Without another word, a massive ice dragon manifested from magical energy and mmed into the yers.


    -3000!


    Critical Hit -5000!


    ...


    "Damn it! That damage is insane!"


    "Are you kidding me? These UJ yers are ying apletely different game!"


    US yers were wiped out en masse, with only a few heavily armored knights forming a desperate defensive line.


    Shadow Annihtion: Merciless Execution!


    Shimoji''s expression turned icy as he vanished into the darkness, reappearing above the knights'' shields. His body split into nine shadowy clones, all leaping high before plunging their daggers into the ground. In perfect synchronization, the shadows unleashed eerie, arcing shes.


    -2000!


    -1500!


    Critical Hit -2000!


    Critical Hit -1000!


    ...


    In the blink of an eye, a level-29 elite knight was in, and Shimoji''s team,posed of UJ''s top yers, annihted the small US battalion with precision. Even their healers dealt devastating damage.


    SirLagsALot: "Damn it¡­ I surrender! I''m just a trantor! Don''t kill me!" The remaining US yers were paralyzed with fear. The disparity in skill and equipment was overwhelming.@@novelbin@@


    One yer, known as SirLagsALot, clutched his staff and fled in a panic. He veered off onto a side path from a previouslypleted side quest, hoping to escape.


    "No survivors," Shimoji ordered coldly. "We can''t risk US yers regrouping and interfering with our operation."


    Without hesitation, the squad dispatched two members to pursue the fleeing mage.


    Elsewhere in the forest¡­


    SirLagsALot let out a yelp as he collided with a shadowy figure. Scrambling to his feet, he was about to curse when he stopped abruptly. The figure¡ªa mage in imperial robes¡ªlooked oddly familiar.


    "Wait¡­ Imperial Fire Mage? Orsix?" SirLagsALot''s mind raced. Why did this NPC look so¡­ familiar?


    "Are you a yer from Newbie Vige 4396?" Orsix asked politely.


    SirLagsALot: "Huh? How do you know that? NPCs are this smart now?"


    Orsix nodded with a faint smile. "Yes, I am your vige''s guardian. All residents of Vige 4396 are responsible for repelling external invaders."


    Guardian of the Newbie Vige?


    Holy crap, that''s OP!


    SirLagsALot: "Then go kill them! Cast a forbidden spell! Take those UJ bastards out!"


    Orsix shook his head, frowning. "I do not know forbidden spells."


    "What? You don''t? Then just run with me! Those guys will probably kill NPCs too," SirLagsALot said in frustration, grabbing the "helpful NPC" to flee together.


    Orsix tilted his head thoughtfully before speaking again. "I recall the vigers had another name for me."


    "What name? I don''t care¡ªdamn it, I don''t want to lose my gear!" SirLagsALot nced back, spotting the UJ yers chasing him. He stumbled and turned to sprint toward Purple Thunder Fortress.


    Before he could get far, Orsix grabbed him by the cor. Pulling back his hood, Orsix''s smile twisted into something far more sinister. "They called me the Tower of Destruction."


    SirLagsALot''s jaw dropped as his body was lifted into the air¡ªnot by Orsix but by a massive, terrifying creature.


    Orsix''s once-blue name tag turned blood red. Crimson Butcher ¨C Orgod.


    "Well, friends from afar," Orsix said with a boomingugh, "the cherry blossoms in your homnd are blooming. Don''t you want to return and see them?"


    SirLagsALot''s scalp tingled as he looked at Orsix, whose gaze now burned with lethal intent. In the next instant, a faint glimmer of light appeared in the forest below.


    The pursuing UJ warriors froze as a massive shadow took shape in the sky above them. "What¡­ is that? A dragon?"


    A-rank Spell: Brahma''s Divine me


    The faint glimmer condensed to its limit before detonating in a fiery explosion.


    BOOM!!!


    A tidal wave of mes surged through the forest, consuming trees and yers alike.


    -4400!


    Critical Hit -85000!


    Burning -10500!


    The UJ yers didn''t even have time to react. The fiery tsunami swallowed them whole, leaving behind nothing but ashes.


    Orsix dusted off his hands, smiling with satisfaction. "That suits their tradition well."

 Chapter 168 168: Field Battle Strategies

    Bradley raised his hand and gave Ruby a flick on the forehead. Ruby pouted, clutching her head and whining, "But I meant it! Love is love. Can''t we call it what it is?"


    "Time for the exit ceremony¡ªlet''s send Ruby out of the guild!" Bradley roared, and the others immediately joined in the teasing, shouting, "Farewell, Dick Fan!"


    "Meanies!" Ruby yfully covered her mouth, eyes sparkling with mischief.


    Orson looked around at the group. Many of the core members were unfamiliar faces, so he took a moment to introduce himself to everyone. Even within the guild, only a few members had frequent opportunities to meet him.


    "You''ve all worked hard these past days. Such attacks will only increase, not decrease," Orson said with a smile, nodding in acknowledgment. Then he continued, "Members who meet thebat power requirements can submit their pledge contracts to reserve new legendary gear."


    "New gear!?"


    The group was stunned. Iron Cavalry, the "loot king," reacted the fastest. "Me! Me! Sign me up!"


    "Your pledge contract is still on cooldown¡ªinvalid!" Bradley snapped at him. "Do you think the guild is your personal ATM?"


    "Orson, what legendary gear are you talking about? Even if we just cleared out a batch of unwanted gear and skill books, we can''t sustain this kind of spending," Bradley said, pulling Orson aside.


    The ongoing ns with Nightshade were already exceeding budget expectations, practically draining the gold coins they''d earned from selling base locations. Now Orson was talking about distributing legendary gear¡ªit seemed reckless.


    "Running low on funds is indeed an issue, but we can''t halt progress onbat power," Orson replied with a small smile. He then turned to the guild channel and made an announcement:


    "UJ server yers have dared to tread on ournd. Are we going to tolerate this?"


    Absolute Kid: "Hell no! Let''s crush those brats and smash their eggs!"


    Heartbroken Loli: "Ooh, such passion, such violence. I love it! Absolute Kid, you''re so awesome!"


    Old Yin: "Tolerate? My foot!"


    Ride Donkey: "Next time, if they don''t run fast enough, I''m taking them alive¡ªbound and gagged!"


    Madman: "Kindred spirit! Whips, candles, and wax¡ªthey should all experience what we have to offer. Finally found someone on my wavelength!"


    ¡­


    Within seconds, the guild channel devolved into a heated debate about which types of UJ server girls were the easiest to conquer. Orson facepalmed, momentarily speechless.


    "Enough chatter!" Madman interrupted the banter with a dose of reality. "The data speaks for itself. Whether it''s UJ server yers or SSR guild pros, none of them are pushovers."


    Iron Cavalry: "Not pushovers? Then exin why they keep suicide-running away!"


    Absolute Kid: "Exactly. A bunch of cowards, that''s all. Madman, don''t tell me you''re scared?"


    Madman''sment didn''t sit well with the crowd. After all, he and his team of assassins hadn''t participated in thest skirmish, so who knew what he''d been up to?


    "Quiet. Let Madman finish," Orson interrupted.


    Madman wasn''t the type to back down, and if anyone had a grudge against UJ yers, it was him. His family circumstances had fueled a deep-seated hatred that made him want to grind the UJ yers to dust.


    Madman continued, "In less than an hour of fighting, we''ve lost 17 pieces of Level 20¨C30 purple gear, 2 legendary items, and 2,740 gold coins."


    Bradley and the others were stunned. The losses were staggering.


    "And our gains?" Madman asked. "A handful of Level 30 purple items. Most of our core members encountered yers who used Imperial Decree of Judgment, denying us any drops."


    The room fell silent. Everyone remembered the nauseating scene from earlier: UJ yers using their self-destruct skill to avoid dropping loot.


    This only inflicted an experience penalty, which the UJ yers could quickly grind back. Worse, they had disgusting tools like Enve Runes to repeatedly resurrect and kill targets for loot and XP.


    "Don''t follow Money Traveler''s reckless charge! If we keep this up, we''ll bankrupt ourselves!" Madman warned.


    Bradley: "You''re making it sound like I was the one who got killed!"


    Madman: "You weren''t killed, but do you know we lost over 50 life-skill yers at the Ziyun mining site? Do you have shadow clones to cover it all?"


    Bradley turned red with anger but couldn''t refute it. He had been doing his best to respond quickly, but the enemy had overwhelming numbers.@@novelbin@@


    Seeing the argument escte, Orson intervened, "No need to fight over something trivial. Losing gear is a serious issue, though."


    The tension eased, but everyone looked troubled. Bradley and Absolute Kid were as strong as the top yers from UJ, but only in direct confrontations.


    The UJ yers, however, used guerri tactics: hit-and-run strikes that targeted weaker yers, then fled before they could be pursued. Apart from Orson, no one could catch them.


    "We can''t just let them run wild, Orson," Bradley said with a frown.


    "This is just small-scale harassment. Their goal is to undermine us mentally. The time for a full-scale confrontation hasn''t arrived yet," Orson replied thoughtfully. Then, with a sly grin, he added, "There''s a simple way to avoid losing gear and gold: aside from squad captains, all core members should switch to high-level blue gear and store all their gold in the guild vault. Fill your bags with junk items."


    "That''s genius! We have a ton of blue gear in the warehouse, and junk items will lower the chance of gear drops!"


    The group quickly saw the merit in the n. The guild''s warehouse held over 5,000 pieces of Level 20¨C35 blue gear. Much of it was leftovers from Madman''s sales, and the stash was only so big thanks to Orson''s relentless farming and Bradley''s dungeon-grinding efforts.


    "But what if we can''t win while wearing blue gear?" Ride Donkey asked sheepishly, scratching his head.


    "Practice more, noob!" the group shouted in unison, their disdainful res piercing through him.


    Orson''s n wasn''t just about reducing losses¡ªit was about teaching them valuable skills. Field battles in Infinite Dimensions were nothing like base wars.


    Base wars were about numbers and coordination, with yers followingmands to unleash skills en masse. Field battles, however, demanded adaptability:


    Utilizing terrain advantages. Timing attacks precisely. Tracking enemy cooldowns. Comparing rtivebat stats.


    Orson hoped to toughen up the guild members by forcing them to fight under less-than-ideal conditions. This preparation was vital for future trials, where they might face overwhelming disadvantages or outright annihtion.


    Once everything was set, Orson donned a disguise and set off for Pondenorlin City. His long-awaited shipment had finally arrived!


    But as he reached the city''s main street, something felt off. The cksmith shop''s door was locked tight.


    "Where''s my personal cksmith?" Orson muttered, his scalp tingling. Had the gray dwarf swindled him and fled?


    The main street was filled with NPCs hurriedly fleeing with their families.


    "Wait! You still owe me some buffed beast meat!" shouted Paradise Path, chasing after a fleeing NPC.


    "This is absurd! My enchanted gear isn''t finished yet!" grumbled King of Kings. "Are the NPCs running some kind of scam now?"


    "What''s going on? NPCs are all running away!" Orson muttered, puzzled.


    Among the fleeing crowd, he spotted a familiar dwarf clutching a ragged bag.


    "You''re not running off with my goods!" Orson stormed forward, grabbing Veijander by the shoulder.


    Before the dwarf could reply, a district-wide announcement appeared:


    "Due to Pondenorlin''s lord, Cain, dering war on the Godyer guild, over 50% of the city''s NPCs will cease offering services to yers for the next five days."

 Chapter 169 169: Heavenly Fire Prepared, Judgment Awaits All

    "By the Dwarven King, you''re finally here!" Veijander eximed in relief upon seeing Orson.


    A system notification popped up:


    "You have received the Level 30 Legendary Set [Holy Heretic Crusher]."


    "You have received the Level 30 Legendary Set [Holy Shadowbane Guard]."


    "You have received¡­ Lost ¡¤ Heart of the me Dragon six-piece set!"


    "It''s done!" Orson''s heart leapt with joy. He had prepared for the worst, but Veijander had pulled through!


    Before Orson could examine the equipment''s attributes, district-wide announcements began flooding in:


    "Due to the deration of war in Pondenorlin..."


    "The Warrior Guild has withdrawn."


    "The Priest Guild has withdrawn..."


    Threerge magical warships appeared in the sky, each bearing the emblem of its respective guild: the Mage Guild, the Warrior Guild, the Riding Earth Guild, and the Thieves'' Guild. NPCs from these organizations were evacuating en masse.


    Orson steadied himself, his gaze shifting toward the city walls. Guards who usually spent their dayszing around were now d in heavy armor, bristling with readiness.


    The purpose of this preparation was clear¡ªit wasn''t for their own defense but to stand against someone else.


    Noticing that the Priest and Archer Guilds had yet to evacuate, Orson chuckled to himself, "So, they''re staying behind?"


    Meanwhile, in the global chat, the conversation was in chaos:


    yer XX: "Can we even y the game anymore? My main storyline quest is still iplete. Do I have to wait for this war to end?"


    ThunderStrike: "See? This is what happens when Godyer Guild bes too powerful. Ruining everyone''s grind¡ªtypical Triple Crown behavior!"


    yer XX: "Damn it, he gets to have fun while we ordinary yers suffer!"


    DonutWizard: "Rx. The UJ server yers are here to handle the problem. Orson''s days are numbered."


    Fearful Pleb: "Finally, someone who understands. Wedge had the foresight to bring in UJ yers. Let''s hope they push Orson into quitting!"


    SirLagsALot: "Are you all insane? The UJ invaders are at our doorstep, and you''re siding with them?"


    Fearful Pleb: "Oh, look, a simp defending his precious Orgod. Pathetic."


    The global chat was aze, with SSR guild members stirring the pot. Orson couldn''t help but smirk. It was obvious that the majority of thements were nted by SSR and their allies.


    Though a few yers spoke up in Orson''s defense, their voices were quickly drowned out by the flood of bots and trolls.@@novelbin@@


    Orson dismissed the chaos with a faint smile, instructing Bradley and the others to mute the global chat. "Don''t stoop to their level," he advised. "True strength isn''t proven with words¡ªit''s proven through actions."


    He understood Wedge''s strategy clearly: this wasn''t just a stealth attack; it was a coordinated smear campaign. By painting Orson and Godyer as the viins, they were justifying UJ yers'' infiltration of the US server.


    Without this narrative, patriotic US yers would likely band together to resist the invaders, throwing a wrench into Wedge''s ns. By portraying Orson as a public enemy, Wedge had created a scapegoat to unify his own forces and neutralize potential opposition.


    Unfazed by the drama, Orson muttered to himself, "If you don''t want me to have peace, then you won''t have it either."


    After retrieving his gear, Orson headed straight to Purple Thunder Fortress, aiming to investigate Wedge''s secret dealings with the UJ yers.


    As night fell, Orson arrived at the third battlefield stronghold. Mounting his Crimson Lizard King, he soared through the air, taking a moment to inspect Veijander''stest creation.


    "Please don''t disappoint me," he whispered, his heart racing. The materials he had sacrificed for these items were nothing short of extraordinary. If the equipmentcked the "Magical Amplification" trait, it would be a catastrophic waste.


    In Infinite Dimensions, rare equipment traits were notoriously hard to achieve. His previous Sacred Dominion Set, for instance, had the potential for "True Damage," but it hadn''t fully transferred onto the equipment stats.


    The me Dragon Mage Set was designed for high HP and MP builds. Whether it would gain the "Magical Amplification" trait depended entirely on luck.


    The stats of thepleted weapon appeared:


    [Lost ¡¤ Heart of the me Dragon ¡¤ Supreme Legendary Staff]


    Quality: Legendary Level Requirement: 40 ss Requirement: Mage Magic Attack Power: 1300 Attack Speed: 2.1 Critical Hit Rate: 30% Effect 1: Reduces skill cooldowns by 20%. Effect 2: Increases MP by 3000.


    Six-piece set bonus, Awakening Skill 1: Dragon''s Gift


    Effect: Increases the area of effect for all skills. Basic attacks have a 100% chance to expand in size by 4x. Active skills: 100% chance to expand by 2x, 50% by 3x, and 20% by 5x, triggering Dragon Curse Mode.


    "Dragon''s Gift! This is it!" Orson''s eyes sparkled with excitement. He had gambled and won!


    The treasure trove of Dragon Crystals he''d poured into this project was finally paying off.


    "Fourfold erged basic attacks¡­ and a 20% chance to trigger Dragon Curse Mode!" Orson murmured, shaking his head in amazement.


    While this trait didn''t directly boost damage, it transformed him into a towering, mana-filled turret capable of overwhelming his enemies.


    This was the key difference between yer mages and NPC mages. yer mages could match NPCs in raw damage outputter in the game, but NPC spells had far greater areas of effect, making them harder to dodge.


    For instance, a yer''s Ice Storm might cover a 100-meter radius, but an NPC''s version of the same skill could easily span 200 meters, leaving no escape.


    From the tag "Supreme Legendary", it was clear this set had reached the pinnacle of Level 40 legendary gear.


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    Scrolling further, Orson noticed an additional note under the equipment''s description:


    Six-piece set bonus, Awakening Skill 2: Dragon Curse Howl


    Effect: Consumes 5000 MP to grant the user and allies the Howl aura. While active, A-grade and lower skills have no cooldown or MP cost. The aurasts for 20 seconds, with a cooldown of 20 minutes. (Item/gear-based MP regeneration is nullified during this period, and 5% of total MP is consumed per second.)


    "Infinite firepower for 20 seconds¡­" Orson chuckled.


    Most mages at this stage didn''t even have 5000 MP, let alone enough to sustain the full duration of this ability. Only someone with his setup could fully unleash its potential.


    Still, the mana drain was brutal, effectively forcing him to deplete his entire MP pool. Once activated, there was no turning back¡ªhe would be vulnerable to counterattacks as a depleted mage.


    After allocating his remaining stat points to Magic Attack, Orson equipped the me Dragon Mage Set and opened his character sheet.


    Name: Orgod


    Race: Human


    Level: 42


    Magic Attack Power: 3000


    HP: 18,000/18,000


    MP: 115,000/115,000


    Attack Speed: 4.1


    Agility: 100


    Defense: 400 (30% resistance to both physical and magical damage)


    Critical Hit Rate: 50%


    Range: 10,400 meters


    Draped in a dark red dragon-scale robe, nine fiery orbs floated around him like miniature suns. His ck crown, crafted from dragon horns, shimmered with crimson energy, giving him an otherworldly aura.


    The staff, forged from intertwining dragon spines, bore a massive red Dragon Crystal at its tip. Every detail of his gear exuded luxury and menace.


    Standing atop his awe-inspiring mount, the Crimson Lizard King, Orson gazed down at the world, a fiery demon priest poised to deliver judgment to all who dared oppose him.

 Chapter 170 170: The Death of the Saint – The Monument

    "Coordinates 240.039... So you''re hiding here."


    Amid a chaotic expanse of copsed ruins, Orsonnded lightly and retracted the Crimson Lizard King back into the Battle Space.


    SSR North Fist: "I want to see how many heads those UJ yers have. Excluding us US yers from this ambush? Who do they think they are?"


    SSR East Star: "Don''t bother. Wedge is meeting with an NPC. That group of UJ yers already left through the teleportation array."


    Hearing the voices, Orson crouched in a low depression in the terrain, carefully concealing himself.


    Two SSR Guild members were patrolling the perimeter. Likely, the 007 agent Charles had nted in SSR Guild had been forced to retreat by these very yers.


    "Meeting with an NPC? Could it be rted to what Drunken Dream mentioned?" Orson''s eyes narrowed.


    ording to intel from Drunken Dream, Wedge had secured the assistance of an NPC organization, enabling the locking of the teleportation array, which otherwise would have randomly transported away.


    However, despite repeated probing, Drunken Dream had failed to uncover the identity of their mysterious benefactor. This suggested that the matter was crucial to Wedge''s "Elimination n," so much so that she hadn''t even confided in her "lover."


    Given Wedge''s calcting nature, personal feelings were clearly secondary to guild interests.


    "You haven''t been discovered."


    A notification chimed, indicating that Orson had sessfully entered stealth mode.


    In Infinite Dimensions, only rogue yers could achieveplete invisibility. Others, like Orson, could enter a "hidden state," which blocked detection through standard vision and sound mechanics. However, the status would break if the yer was noticed in any way.


    Not wanting to alert the enemy prematurely, Orson patiently waited for the two yers to leave before proceeding.


    "Farewell, Bishop," a familiar voice called out, catching Orson''s attention.


    From the entrance of a subterraneanir, Wedge emerged.


    Apanying her was an escort of over thirty NPC guards. These guards werevishly equipped, d in pristine silver armor adorned with a sun emblem. All were level 50 or higher, with at least four of them boasting over ten million HP and ssified as Lord-ss elites.


    "The Holy Light Order. Members of the Radiant Church," Orson muttered to himself.


    In the lore of Infinite Dimensions, this organization was an affiliate of the Light Dragon''s national religion and directly managed the Cleric Guild. They yed a major role inte-game shes with powers like the Dark Dragon Empire.


    "May the Holy Light always guide you, Lady Wedge," an elderly man in crimson robes stepped out of their, greeting Wedge with respect.


    [Holy Light Order Archbishop Karquil: Level 60]


    [One of the Twelve Red-robed Archbishops of the Order]


    [HP: 20,000,000]


    [Attack Power: ???]


    [Skills: ????]


    "This woman is truly formidable," Orson thought coldly. It made sense that Wedge, whose secret ss originated from this church, had developed close ties with the red-robed archbishop. She might have even secured an agreement with these NPC powerhouses.


    The UJ yers were likely just a vanguard force meant to harass him. The true trump card in Wedge''s hand was this group of NPCs, capable of crushing yers with ease.


    "Friends, you may rotate out. Go about your other duties. There''s no sign of UJ yers nearby for now," Wedge said to the patrolling SSR yers after escorting the archbishop out.


    SSR East Star: "Heh, Wedge really is something. It looks like our chances of winning just went up a notch, huh?"


    East Star gestured at the departing NPCs, his meaning clear.


    Wedge smiled but did not answer directly. "We can''t let our guard down. Orson is no simple madman. Until the final moment, we can''t im victory."


    "Why, thank you for thepliment. Interesting," Orson chuckled quietly.


    Once Wedge and her group departed, Orson activated the outpost skill Divine Vision. His eyes flickered, and the entirety of the third battlefield map unfolded before him.


    At the reception area, he spotted the SSR reinforcements heading to rece the patrol. They wouldn''t arrive for another five minutes¡ªjust enough time to explore their.


    "You have discovered the Ancient Teleportation Array (UJ Region)."


    "You have discovered [The Monument of the Saint''s Death]."


    Deep in their, Orson found a massive teleportation altar. At its center stood a small crucifix.


    The cross seemed unremarkable at first nce, but Orson''s extensive experience in, uh, "archaeology" told him otherwise.


    This object was extraordinary¡ªit had managed to create a dent in the supposedly indestructible ancient teleportation array. It was no ordinary relic.


    Examining it closely, Orson noted the crucifix was shaped like a figure in agony.


    [The Death of Varmikil, One of the Twelve Saints]


    [HP: None]


    [Effect 1: Forged by the Light Dragon King; cannot be attacked.]


    [Effect 2: Spatial Binding; nullifies all spatial teleportation.]


    [Holder: Archbishop Karquil.]


    "Impressive... and Drunken Dream didn''t mention this?" Orson clicked his tongue. That lecher probably spent too much time ogling girls and overlooked such critical details.


    This small cross was the key, pinning the teleportation array''s respawn point like a nail.


    Orson attempted to approach it, extending a hand to begin a detailed "archaeological examination."


    [This item cannot be attacked or touched. Only the holder may ce it in their inventory.]


    A system prompt stopped him. Orson coughed awkwardly, his kleptomaniac tendencies momentarily betrayed.@@novelbin@@


    "So, with this thing here, Wedge can open and close the array at will?" He squinted thoughtfully, his gaze fixed on the item''s description¡ªspecifically, the use mentioning the holder: Archbishop Karquil.


    A bold idea began to form.


    "If I kill Archbishop Karquil, doesn''t that mean this teleportation array bes permanently essible?"


    Wait. Twelve Saints, twelve red-robed archbishops...?


    That means there are eleven more of these crucifixes out there. If I could control them all, killing or controlling the archbishops...


    Wouldn''t I, Orson, be able to invade any region at will?


    Fascinating. Absolutely fascinating.


    Of course, there were risks. These Saint crucifixes anchored twelve ancient teleportation arrays, and the arrays worked as two-way channels. The worst-case scenario? Facing thebined wrath of yers from twelve regions.


    But that was a problem forter. For now, controlling this single Saint crucifix was the priority.


    With a smirk, Orson muttered, "If she wants to y gatekeeper, I''ll make sure her door stays wide open¡ªpermanently."


    He slipped out of their before the SSR reinforcements arrived.


    At the edge of the battlefield, a senior knight wielding a massive battle axe blocked Orson''s path. "Halt! Who dares obstruct the Order''s passage?"


    Orson smiled calmly. "Can your archbishop be bought with gold coins?"


    The knight, initially stern, burst intoughter before retorting coldly, "I''ll forgive your insolence this once. Leave now, or face execution!"


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    "Not for sale? Or do you think I''m broke?" Orson shook his head and discarded his imperial white robe, revealing a full set of Heavenfire Gear. Above his head, blood-red words glowed:


    [Crimson Butcher].


    "The heretic adventurer who brought suffering to Pondenorlin!"


    "The Butcher who troubles Lady Wedge, the church''s candidate for saintess!"


    The Holy Light Order NPCs erupted in fury, shouting at Orson with red-faced indignation. "Damn heretic!"


    "Seriously? Do you people hate me that much? I don''t even remember crossing paths with you," Orson muttered with a wry smile.


    Ding-dong¡ª


    "Your heretical actions have enraged the Holy Light Order."


    [You have discovered a Level 40 Hidden Quest Clue.]


    He blinked in surprise. Getting cursed at could trigger a quest?


    Checking the details:


    [Heretic''s Dread]


    Difficulty: Abyssal.


    "Your heinous acts have drawn the Order''s attention. Fortunately, a sandstorm is brewing. You have three minutes to escape the area."


    Escape?


    Orson grinned. Not likely.

 Chapter 172 172: Think Youre Strong? Ill Deal With You Later

    "Hidden quest updated: [Heretic of the Order]."


    "The Holy Light Order will pursue you relentlessly. Your character''s projection has been identified by the Order."


    "Quest difficulty upgraded: Hell Level!"


    The system''s notifications popped up again. Orson sneered silently. Slim chance of victory? This system really doesn''t know who it''s talking to, does it?


    Orson''s eyes gleamed with destructive intent. "If I can y dragons, I can y pests."


    The angelic army descended, their wings spreading a divine radiance across the battlefield. Every Holy Light Order NPC gained the ability to fly.


    "Eradicate the heretic!" Karquil roared, his golden holy sword shining brilliantly. He spread his snow-white wings and shot toward Orson like a zinget.


    "Scram!" Orson''s voice was cold as he thrust his Heavenfire Staff forward. The space around him rippled violently, and a Chaos Magic Ball screamed through the air.


    -2,500! Critical Hit: -60,000! Burning: Immunity. Slow: Immunity.


    Karquil''s charge was entirely unaffected, his status bar showing the buff [War Angel''s Blessing]. Meanwhile, the Crimson Lizard King let out an earth-shaking roar, releasing a wave of annihting mes into the angelic army. Arge portion of the NPCs were caught in the attack, their HP bars plummeting.


    Orson brought his hands together, and the Heavenfire Staff began to emit a dark and ominous glow. "Earthquake!"


    Two massive stone dragons, each over 100 meters long, burst from the ground. Under Orson''s control, their colossal tails whipped through the air, smashing into the charging angels.


    But the attacks were useless. The status effects shed again: Crush: Immunity! Burning: Immunity!


    Even as more than a dozen NPCs were sent hurtling toward the ground, Orson frowned. These temporary "birdmen" had not only gained massively increased HP, but they were also immune to all non-direct damage effects.


    "Persistent super armor?" Orson''s gaze turned cold. This buff was indeed powerful. [War Angel''s Blessing] had tripled Karquil''s HP, doubled the HP of his subordinates, and granted all of them flight. Worse still, the buffsted a ridiculous five minutes.


    No wonder the system said the odds were slim.


    But that warning was for ordinary yers, not him.


    "Five minutes of invincibility, huh?" Orson smirked and cast a double-sized me Dragon spell toward Karquil.


    Karquil''s holy sword sliced cleanly through the fiery dragon, shattering it into countless fireballs that scattered harmlessly.


    "Fine, I''ll fight you after five minutes." Orson chuckled softly and ordered the Crimson Lizard King to pull back.


    "Bloodthirsty Surge."


    Without even looking, Orson cast the skill behind him. The blood-red tidal wave swept forward, colliding with the residual mes from the me Dragon and creating a dense fog that obscured Karquil''s vision.


    The angelic army slowed, their pursuit temporarily halted as they searched for Orson''s silhouette.


    When the sandstorm had blocked Karquil''s sight earlier, Orson had noticed the NPCs'' vulnerability to obscured vision. Now, he exploited that detail to the fullest.


    Even with [War Angel''s Blessing], some weaknesses remained.


    Taking advantage of the distraction, Orson summoned a Magic Eye, opened a spatial gateway, and dove inside.


    "Let''s see who ousts who. Five minutes? Plenty of time for me to burn down your home base a few times over."


    Momentster, Orson emerged from a teleportation array in disguise, arriving at Saint Maiden City.


    This city housed a prominent Holy Light Church headquarters¡ªthe personal domain of Red-robed Archbishop Karquil.


    "Who goes there?! How dare you invade the Holy Light Order''s stronghold!"


    "Lord Karquil is returning! That heretic has already been marked!"


    A group of priests rushed out from the church, only to freeze in shock as they saw the massive shadow of the Crimson Lizard King hovering above them.


    "Is that¡­ Orgod?!"


    "It''s him! That''s definitely his lizard mount!"


    Orson allowed his disguise to drop, revealing his true form as he looked down at the panicking NPCs and yers. His voice was calm but carried an undeniable threat. "Any faction that opposes me should prepare for annihtion."


    Chaos erupted.


    "He''s insane! Does he really think he can take on the Holy Light Order?!"


    "Call for reinforcements! Orgod is fighting the Holy Light Order! His gear is mine!"


    Messages flooded the guild channels as yers scrambled for reinforcements.


    Orson remained unmoved as the Holy Light NPCs began to assemble, theirbined radiance illuminating the entire area. He scanned the crowd but saw no sign of the Red-robed Archbishops required by his quest.


    A shimmering Chaos Hexagram appeared beneath his feet. Slowly, he conjured a massive fireball.


    "Brahma''s Divine me." His voice was calm.


    Dragon Curse Triggered! Destruction Amplification: 5x!


    A deafening explosion ripped through the air as the fireball detonated, unleashing a tidal wave of mes that engulfed the entire city.


    "What the¡ª?! He''s not surrendering¡ªhe''s razing the city!"@@novelbin@@


    "Forbidden magic! This is definitely forbidden magic!"


    yers and NPCs alike were incinerated instantly, their screams swallowed by the inferno. Even those standing hundreds of meters away were burned alive by the firestorm''s residual damage of 10,000 HP per second.


    The grand cathedral crumbled into rubble, and the towering statue of the saintess lost its head. Within a kilometer radius, buildings copsed, and the ground cracked open.


    The system chimed:


    "Infamy +100."


    "Infamy +100."


    Orson''sbat log filled with notifications. Countless yers¡ªmany of whom had simplye to watch¡ªwere caught in the st and vaporized without a chance to react.


    Server-wide announcements followed. "yer Orgod has generously distributed 3,000 gold coins in Saint Maiden City."


    With his "wallet diplomacy," Orson quickly silenced his allies'' anger. The allure of gold proved far more persuasive than words.


    "You dare defy the Empire?! Your end is near!"


    "Blessed by the light, the faithful shall prevail!"


    The remaining NPC priests began chanting healing spells, but Orson wasn''t about to give them a chance.


    "Celestial Descent."


    Another spell, enhanced by Triple Gigantification, descended from above.


    The battlefield erupted into chaos once more. Beastmasters and summoners riding skeletal wyverns and nightmare horses charged forward, shouting for glory and rewards.


    Orson turned to them, his voice calm. "Do you want to be the best in Infinite Dimensions?"


    The question froze them in their tracks. Before they could respond, a massive meteor mmed into the ground, annihting everything.


    "Critical Hit: -200,000!"


    "Critical Hit: -200,000!"


    The beastmasters quickly retreated, muttering excuses about sightseeing and moving on to the nextndmark.


    Orson didn''t bother acknowledging them. He calmly reduced the radius of his Ice Prison Ring to avoid harming his allies and continued his onught. Chaos Magic Balls rained down relentlessly, wiping out the remaining NPC priests.


    When the battle ended, the ruins of the church sparkled with high-level loot. yers watching from afar could only drool, none daring to approach.


    "Idiot, loot it already!"


    Before Orson could respond, Berenice shot into the ruins like a whirlwind, gleefully ransacking the treasure.

 Chapter 173 173: The War Reporters Are Here!

    The little figure darted back and forth, disying a short-range teleportation ability.


    In moments, the treasure left in the ruins below had been swept clean by Berenice, who was far faster at looting than Orson could ever hope to be.


    "Report, servant! I''ve found a treasure vault¡ªbig, shiny, and full of loot!" Berenice chirped excitedly.


    "What are you standing around for? Move it!" Orson snapped, his heart racing as he noticed what Berenice had uncovered.


    Among the ruins of the Holy Light Order''s strongholdy an underground vault. Magical energy swirled around its entrance, protected by a powerful barrier.


    But for Berenice, this was no obstacle. Streams of light shed back and forth as the little thief hauled treasure chests out of the vault like a conveyor belt.


    "You are plundering the Holy Light Order''s vault."


    "WTF! I knew these guys were loaded! This is practically a miniature dragon hoard!" Orson''s eyes sparkled green with greed.


    The wealth of the Radiant Church was legendary, and as one of its core institutions, the Holy Light Order was no exception.


    "There''s too much! I can''t carry it all¡ªI''m so happy!" Berenice giggled, hopping around the ruins with delight.


    "Am I seeing things? Is that an egg¡­ talking? And is it robbing an NPC vault?"


    "That''s Orgod''s dragon egg! This is insane¡ªhe''s robbing an imperial NPC organization!"


    The flying mounts hovering nearby were filled with disbelief and envy, their riders gawking at the scene below.


    "You have obtained: Silver Chest x5!"


    "You have obtained: Gold Chest x5!"


    "You have obtained: 50,000 Gold Coins!"


    In addition to the dozen treasure chests crammed into his inventory, Orson''s haul included three legendary items, nine epic items, and twelve skill books¡ªall of which put grinding mobs to shame.


    "You are being watched by [Saint Light Dragon Knight Aetrexa]."


    The sudden notification sent a chill down Orson''s spine. A suffocating pressure locked onto him, making his hair stand on end.


    Aetrexa. One of the top ten dragon knights in Infinite Dimensions.


    Orson felt a shiver run through him. This was no ordinary NPC. Aetrexa was renowned not only for her incredible strength but also for her unwavering loyalty to the trialists'' cause during the apocalyptic war.


    He had seen her once before at the ruins of Baiguo City. Mounted on a high-ranking holy dragon rivaling the power of the Radiant Dragon King, she had led a group of trialists to the frontlines.


    Her grace and strength had inspired countless yers. But her tragic end, falling victim to an internal betrayal within the Radiant Church, was equally well-known.


    "What''s she doing in Saint Maiden City? Isn''t she supposed to appear only in thete game?"


    The oppressive force washing over him wasn''t something an average yer could feel¡ªit was the weight of an apex being bearing down on an inferior. If she so desired, Aetrexa could erase him with a thought.


    "You are testing Aetrexa''s patience."@@novelbin@@


    "For unknown reasons, she has not attacked you yet."


    "Your mount: Travel Companion No. 1 is attempting to breach the Battle Space."


    The system notifications continued, and Orson''s face darkened as he noticed the Crimson Lizard King icon in his interface trembling violently.


    The beast''s overwhelming anger surged like a tide, struggling against the spatial restrictions.


    The Crimson Lizard King''s fury toward all dragons was no secret to Orson, but this time it was different. The rage was so intense it felt like the beast wanted to rip the dragon knight apart.


    "Stop stealing¡ªtime to run!" Orson broke into a cold sweat, grabbing Berenice mid-heist and activating his Divine Emperor Earrings.


    In an instant, they teleported to the city''s outskirts, just moments before the NPCs of Saint Maiden City arrived en masse.


    "Damn it, that psycho NPC messed up my archaeology session." Orson grumbled as he nced back at the city.


    There were still plenty of treasures left in the vault¡ªenough to cost him several "small targets." He marked the location on his map with a gold icon.


    "Next time," he muttered. Treasure was only valuable if you lived to spend it, and dealing with NPCs of this caliber required extreme caution.


    "Heretic, prepare to die!"


    A furious shout erupted as the angel-empowered NPCs tracked him down,unching a barrage of holy arrows. Orson remained calm, summoning the Crimson Lizard King to shield him.


    The beast let out a deafening roar, spreading its wings to block the onught of projectiles.


    Orson nced back with a faint smirk. Only ten seconds remained on their Angel''s Blessing buff. These NPCs, convinced he was fleeing in fear, had no idea he had already looted their leader''s base.


    "Orgod! That''s Orgod! He looted the Holy Light Order''s headquarters and is now fighting NPCs out here?"


    "Second war reporter team, move in! Orgod is in the Withered Forest¡ªthings are about to go down!"


    "Holy crap, he set Saint Maiden City on fire and killed dozens of NPCs. How much did this guy spend to get this strong?"


    Orson blinked as the region channel flooded with chatter. Activating his Divine Vision, he was greeted by aical sight.


    Saint Maiden City''s teleportation points were swamped with yers. Thousands poured out, flocking to the Withered Forest like pilgrims on a holy mission.


    The forest itself was packed with people. On a nearby dead tree, Orson spotted over twenty "war reporters" perched like monkeys, their eyes glued to him as they activated recording modes in unison.


    Unbeknownst to Orson, his previous fight had sparked a wildfire on the forums.


    A post titled "The Melee King and UJ''s Softie Girl Fight for 300 Rounds, Ending in a Wardrobe Malfunction" had gone viral,plete with a professionally edited third-person video. The uploader had locked it behind a paywall, charging five gold coins per view.


    The video skyrocketed to the top of the trending list, and the yer SirLagsALot¡ªan actual radio journalist in real life¡ªraked in millions.


    Seeing the insane profits, others quickly caught on. Forget attacking Orgod or joining rival factions. Simply live-streaming or recording his fights was a goldmine.


    Orson had no idea how cunning these yers could be. Some even started sharing his location for a hefty bounty.


    "Orgod, would you say a quick ad line for us? Just one phrase: ''For underwear, I only wear Big Man Brand!'' We''ll pay 2,000 gold!"


    "Hello, Triple Crown King! We''re offering 30,000 gold annually for a contraceptive sponsorship!"


    "Remember me? It''s Uber Agent 008¡ªlet''s work together again¡­"


    Orson stared at the flood of private messages, his face twitching in disbelief. These lunatics wanted him to shill for brands mid-fight. Did they think he had no integrity?


    Still¡­ the thought of earning money just by speaking a few words made his throat dry. He hesitated before reluctantly closing the chat window.


    "You''re all geniuses," Orson muttered bitterly, ring at the war reporters dangling from tree branches.


    "Orgod spoke! Oh my god, he''s so cool and handsome!"


    "I love how carefree he is!"


    "He''s still showing off, even in battle. I wish I could join him¡ªhe''s amazing!"


    Amid the chaos, fangirls squealed with delight, their voices drowning out the critics. For every hater, there seemed to be an equally fervent fan.


    Orson''s eyes narrowed as he spotted a familiar face among the "tree monkeys."


    "You''re here too, SirLagsALot? Aren''t you worried I''ll identally burn you?"


    He casually cast Earthquake, sending the buff-expired Karquil and his followers flying.


    "Not at all! Burn me anytime¡ªit''s an honor!" SirLagsALot grinned shamelessly.


    Death meant little to him now. With Orson as his golden goose, he''d made more money in a day than most yers could in a month. Dying a few thousand times was a small price to pay.

 Chapter 174 174: This is a Feast, This is the Trial Taker!

    "You said it yourself, so don''t me me." Orson chuckled, a hint of arrogance in his tone.


    With a proud expression, Orson raised a hand, and the wind whispered past his ears.


    Attack speed maxed.


    Puff puff¡ª


    The Chaos Magic Ball erupted in a series of explosions, shaking the entire withered tree forest. The air was filled with constant booming sounds.


    -2700!


    Critical Hit - 60,000!


    Critical Hit - 60,000!


    Orson became a berserk artillery cannon, sting the knights charging toward Karquil into the air, sending them flipping around.


    "The me Dragon."


    Orson''s legendary staff emitted a fiery glow, and all the yers who witnessed this scene were left speechless in awe.


    "Wait, you''re telling me this is C-grade fire magic? There''s no way a C-grade elemental creature is that huge!"


    "This guy... he''s just... huge! And his shots go so far!"


    "This is so weird, why''s my face turning red? Is it because this guy''s magic is too hot?"


    On the hilltop, yers crowded together, watching the scene unfold. The entire forest canyon felt like a Roman Colosseum, with constant exmations from the onlookers.


    "The feeling of being in the spotlight... It''s been so long."


    Orsonughed and shook his head. His originally weary gaze was now filled with a new sense of vigor. He was familiar with this sensation.


    His body rxedpletely, and his mind was razor-sharp.


    With his hands, he guided the flow of the elemental tide.


    He hadn''t felt so free in a long time¡ªit was like returning to the days when he was the star yer in the professional tournaments.


    Standing in the spotlight, his fingers danced nimbly. He would y the death march for his enemies.


    Three overlord-level NPCs, each with millions of HP, hovered in the air.


    Orson, from a hundred meters away, controlled their life and death, adjusting the flight angle of the Chaos Magic Ball to knock the NPCs into the air at will.@@novelbin@@


    His eyes were as sharp as an eagle''s, able to spot every detail of their flight path. The magic ball moved with precision, not requiring any intentional direction¡ªevery movement was driven purely by his instinctive skill.


    Combo x10!


    Combo x30!


    ...


    The three NPCs screamed in pain, their bodies spinning in the air, but the onlookers could hardly believe what they were witnessing.


    Some of the more gifted yers, having learned from the Melee King video, were already capable of performing infinitebo chains, but even they could not have imagined doing it as smoothly as Orson was doing, effortlessly executing triple aerialbo chains.


    "What¡­ What kind of insanebo is this?!"


    "Is that¡­ a C-grade mage doing that? It feels like an SS-tier forbidden spell!"


    In no time, the NPCs were reduced to near-death status. Even among the elite yers in the crowd, some were frozen in shock. This was a power beyond their wildest expectations.


    After the double real damage effect ended, Orson''s eyes gleamed with focus as he unleashed another area-of-effect spell: Wind God''s Sigh.


    A massive arrow from a lord-ss archer shot at him in ast-ditch effort, but the explosion caused the entire forest to shake as the arrows went flying.


    "Bad timing, his battle beast''s reaction is too slow! Looks like it can''t stop it!" one yer shouted.


    The NPC''s attack power exceeded 3500, andbined with high-tier skills, they could easily take down a mage.


    Orson sneered. This was a shield-breaking attack, but it required time to activate. His best bet was simply to dodge.


    "Fireball barrage." Orson casually cast the low-tier E-grade spell, his body sliding five meters across Crimson Lizard King''s back.


    However, a light arrow suddenly changed course and locked back onto him.


    "Tracking skill?" Orson raised an eyebrow.


    "Explosive Fireball!" he muttered.


    The fireball exploded right near his chest, and the light arrow''s trajectory shifted just enough to graze his clothes before smashing into the cliff wall.


    "I''m impressed! What insane micro-control! It''s like a dreame true!"


    "One word! Awesome!"


    The onlookers could hardly contain their admiration as the cliff wall erupted with a thunderous crash, creating a massive hole as stones rolled down.


    Three unlucky yers were crushed by the falling rocks, but no one seemed to care. Their deaths were only noted by the spectators'' awe at the chaos unfolding.


    As the cooldowns reset, Orson looked back, his palm facing down. He pressed hard, shouting: "The me Dragon!"


    The screams of the remaining three NPCs rang out as they were thrown into the air once again.


    Orson, still unfazed, continued his basic attacks. Crimson Lizard King followed up with devastating breaths of destruction.


    "The undying light of the gods¡­ your people would sacrifice everything..."


    Karquil, the Archbishop, began chanting a healing spell as he saw the NPCs nearing their end.


    Orson immediately recognized his intentions and smirked.


    "You''re thinking too much."


    With a gleam in his eyes, Orson whispered, "Dragon Curse ¡¤ Explosive Meteor!"


    A series of fiery meteors appeared behind Crimson Lizard King, cascading toward Karquil and the other NPCs like a tidal wave.


    The magic''s power multiplied fivefold under the influence of Dragon Curse!


    The entire valley began to tremble as a spectacr disy of elemental chaos unfolded.


    For the yers witnessing this, it was an unforgettable moment!


    This was a feast of fire for those who gathered to watch!


    Boom!


    Karquil''s high-tier healing spell was forcefully interrupted mid-cast. Without the usual dramatic explosion, there was only the quiet spread of elements, and the vast, withered forest was set aze.


    The professional reporter, known as SirLagsALot, watched in amazement. He didn''t retreat but instead opened his arms excitedly.


    "Orgod, burn me a thousand times! I''ll treat you like my first love! From now on, I''m Godyer''s exclusive trumpet!"


    The fiery winds roared as thousands of yers disintegrated into ashes, their souls returning to the fountain of life.


    Though they were killed, the yers showed no signs ofint. There was nothing but awe and respect.


    The remaining three NPCs were reduced to dust by the dual me storms.


    Karquil, the great Archbishop, was thest one standing but barely held on, his HP reduced to just under 8 million.


    "You are about to meet your end. The gods will abandon you."


    Karquil cursed bitterly, but Orson remained silent. The Chaos Hexagram glowed coldly.


    He would give no quarter.


    Anyone who stood against him would either be used or eliminated.


    Orson''s resolve was as unyielding as iron, for that was the heart of a trial taker in Infinite Dimensions.


    "You have lost a loyal NPC friend with 80 affinity points."


    "Red-robed Archbishop Karquil has been killed by yer Orson."


    "Saint''s Hour can no longer be removed, cannot be activated."


    "Your hidden quest series [The Empire''s Saint Maiden] has been affected. You''ve lost Karquil''s support, and your vote count has decreased by 1."


    At that very moment, Wedge, who was leading a team to tackle the Abyss Dungeon''s firstpletion, froze.


    The smile on her exquisitely beautiful face vanished in an instant.

 Chapter 177 177: Objective: Outpost!

    Orson had no particr intention to target anyone specifically.


    In the mid-sized battle zone, which had fewer than a billion yers, the UJ region''s yers weren''t too concerning in terms of individual strength. However, the UJ region''s strategic importance in the future was enormous. This ce would eventually be a forward base for Heaven Demon, with one of the Great Void Rift''s portals opening here.


    Heaven Demon would consume vast amounts of flesh and blood, and arge number of UJ yers would be rebel trial-takers. This location would be forged into an almost impregnable fortress world.


    US trial-takers would find it extremely difficult to break through. The threat posed by the Great Void Rift was the reason for this. Otherwise, Nightshade wouldn''t have created the Eternal Wall, which onlysted a few months.


    Lauren''s decision toy the groundwork in the UJ region stemmed from this strategy. Rather than hoping for the top guilds in the UJ region toe to their senses, it was better to seize control of fate.


    Additionally, the UJ region had resources Orson needed: Soul Essence Stones, essential for forging high-tier equipment after level 40. These resources were more abundant here than in other regions and were rtively cheap before full regional interconnection.


    Soul Essence Stones came in three levels: Primary, Intermediate, and Advanced. These stones could increase the sess rate of forging equipment for level 40-70, as well as hero-level and above gear. Higher-level Soul Essence Stones could preserve precious materials after forging failures.


    These stones would be vital supplies for all major guilds in Infinite Dimensions in the future. Their price would soar, making them one of the game''s hard currencies.


    With Godyer''s remaining funds, unless they sold off high-quality equipment or skill books in bulk, they would run out of resources soon. Selling these high-quality items would not be a wise move, as it would cause rival guilds to be significantly stronger. Such a massive increase in power would inevitably disrupt the current bnce of guilds. Orson doubted any guild could resist the urge to exploit such power once they obtained it.


    The time to get rich was now¡ªby stockpiling Soul Essence Stones.


    "Discovered outpost: Thousand Bird Temple"


    "This outpost belongs to the Heaven Serpent guild."


    The scene switched, and the team found themselves on the UJ region''s outpost battlefield.


    The group froze for a moment. Dozens of yers, preparing to enter the ancient teleportation array, were nearby.


    Extras 1: "Th-This... US yers!"


    Extras 2: "How dare US yerse to find death! Wait until they leave the safe zone!"


    Bradley raised his holy sword, aiming at a thief tond a couple of quick strikes. However, his attack was forcibly interrupted.


    "We seem to be inside someone else''s outpost, and this is still a temporary safe zone," Orson remarked.


    Dream Eater: "Call people over immediately, don''t let them get away! These guys have some guts, organizing a counterattack with just this little group!"


    A 29-level warrior shouted, and soon, arge number of Heaven Serpent guild members appeared at the Thousand Bird Temple outpost.


    Extras 1: "That''s... the US Warlock! The Hundred Professions Temple was just wiped out, wasn''t it?"


    Extras 3: "So what if it''s him? A bunch of them dare toe over to our zone. Let''s make them die here!"


    Bradley and the others, still within the safe zone, were somewhat dumbfounded as more and more yers gathered around them. Neither side could attack in the safe zone, so they stood there ring at each other in a rather ridiculous standoff.


    "Heh heh, priest, keep looking at me, I''ll devour youter," Madman said with a creepy grin, winking at a soft-looking female priest. "Pretty little sister, get ready to wee my boldness!"


    "Gross!"


    "US region''s creepy man is here!"


    The high level of Infinite Dimensions''s AI allowed for real-time trantions, even if the yers spoke differentnguages. Madman, salivating and taunting, quickly earned a barrage of disdainful looks.


    "That''s the Warlock, kill him, and we can be the first in Infinite Dimensions!"


    "The Unbeaten Legend? I''ll be the one to break that legend."


    "He just has a high level. No wonder their guild yers were being wiped out by our UJ elites."


    Orson ignored the chatter, walking directly toward the edge of the safe zone.


    Arge number of yers followed behind, clearly waiting for them to leave the safe zone so they could trap and eliminate them.


    Heaven Serpent Throne: "Traveling friends, you''ve crossed the line. I am the president of the Heaven Serpent guild. Please return to your own region."


    A 33-level knight riding a unicorn and holding a bronze-colored warnce approached, nked by over a hundred reinforcements from his guild.


    The UJ region''s ancient teleportation array connected to this outpost, making it a key spot for Heaven Serpent.


    "Crossed the line? Why didn''t you speak up when other yers entered your guild''s outpost and used the teleportation array?" Madman fired back.


    Heaven Serpent Throne: "I didn''t want to, but circumstances forced me to let them through."


    "Who forced you?" Orson asked calmly, turning to face the other yer.


    "A foe you can never defeat, even if you''re ranked number one. Your true strength doesn''tpare to hers." Heaven Serpent Throne said with a mocking smile.


    "US region''s friends, our boss speaks the truth. You may think your powerful war beasts can fight, but that doesn''t change anything," another yer added.


    Orson shook his head dismissively. "Are you talking about Naoko? She''s average¡ªnot weak, but not strong either."


    The UJ yers around them exchanged mocking looks. The so-called Dragon Empire''s unbeaten Warlock was nothing special after all.


    Heaven Serpent Throne sneered. "Lord-ss peak war beasts are strong, I admit that, but in the face of divine avatars, they''re nothing."@@novelbin@@


    Orson felt no need to inform them of Naoko''s fate. In the past life, she was said to be invincible in the UJ region, but eventually, another summoner overshadowed her. Naoko relied too much on the power of Yamata no Orochi, leading to her fall when the Heaven Demon emerged, only a year into the apocalypse.


    Now, that summoner hadn''t even cracked the top 100 of the leaderboard¡ªshe simply hadn''t acquired a suitable Soul Seal yet.


    Bradley: "A bunch of country bumpkins who''ve never seen the world. Anyone who darese at us will die."


    Orson shook his head and continued walking, with the UJ region yers itching for a fight. Everyone wanted the first kill on the "US Warlock," and if he died, he would drop all his gear and items.


    "All his gear is ultimate legendary, weapon and armor, both the best in the US region!"


    "Let''s kill him in the chaos. The risk is worth it!"


    Orson''s public profile in the US region was already well known, and his full set of level 40 ultimate legendary gear made him a target for many.


    Madman: "Heh heh, they''re eyeing our irond gear. I''m about to burst outughing."


    The others just smiled quietly. If Godyer''s president''s gear was so easy to obtain, these UJ yers would never even have a chance.


    Ruby raised an eyebrow at the group. "Don''t mess around, my lover is fishing."


    Heaven Serpent Throne''s eyes glinted with interest as he observed Orson closely. He turned to the guild members and silently signaled. His intent was clear.


    "A bunch of idiots. If I could backstab him, I''d have done it already," Iron Cavalry muttered, tightening his grip on his warnce, targeting the most talkative yer¡ªHeaven Serpent Throne.


    "Here theye! Get ready!"


    "Knight''s shield wall at the front, limit his damage output as much as possible!"


    "Mages and archers, retreat and start long-range attacks!"


    Heaven Serpent Throne growled to his team through the guild channel. As a knight himself, he didn''t take immediate action. He knew the opponent before him was no ordinary yer.


    To win, they would need to overwhelm him with numbers.


    Orson remained calm, his body surrounded by starfire effects as he calmly stepped out of the safe zone''s edge.


    Boom! Boom! Boom!


    In an instant, a downpour of elemental magic and enchanted arrows rained down, aiming to take Orson down in one fell swoop!


    "Iron Cavalry! Find the girl!" Madman shouted. A loud horse''s neigh rang out.


    "Here we go!"


    Ride Donkey, riding a ck stallion, charged forward, flipping in the air tond right in front of Orson.


    "Little ones! Super shield wall!"


    With his blood boiling, he raised a golden knight''s shield and led five ck-armored knights in front of Orson.


    "Unstoppable..."


    "Shield wall!"


    The six ck-armored knights shouted in un


    ison. With a mighty crash, six shields locked together, forming a square that shielded Orson.


    Together, they forced through and sent the dozen Heaven Serpent warriors flying!


    Heaven Serpent Throne stared in shock. While knight formations weren''t rare, this seamless, coordinatedbination was something he had never seen before.


    This was abination skill honed by the knights'' team, designed specifically to counter melee enemies while protecting their backline. It also blocked most ranged attacks.


    "There''s a gap in the shield wall!"


    Heaven Serpent Throne quickly realized and reacted, noticing the weakness in the formation''s structure.


    "Why would such a perfect formation expose the target''s vulnerability?" he wondered.


    "Ice Crystal Piercing Arrow!"


    "Wind Demon Strike!" Continue reading at empire


    A dozen high-level mages and archers from Heaven Serpent unleashed a barrage of high-explosive single-target skills.


    "I''ll call you the best fisherman, boss," Iron Cavalryughed as he saw the iing attacks.


    With a swift roll, he appeared in front of Orson, raising a Forbidden Magic Counter Shield, instantly filling the gap in the defense.


    -8000!


    -7000!


    -5500!


    Though Iron Cavalry''s gear was pieced together from various legendary sets, the quality of his equipment made up for it. With over 40,000 HP and continuous healing from a priest, his Forbidden Magic Knight Shield absorbed the brunt of the damage.


    "Reflect!"


    Iron Cavalryughed in delight as the Ancient Divine Knight Shield''s reflection effect kicked in. The massive shield burst with dark light.


    40% of all the damage was immediately reflected back!

 Chapter 178 178: Conquering You, Thats All

    A loud explosion rang out, and ck light swept across the battlefield. Over a dozen long-range yers from the Heaven Serpent guild were instantly killed by their own attacks.


    "This... how is this possible?!"


    Heaven Serpent Throne stood there, mouth agape, as if he''d just swallowed a fly. He himself was a knight, so he was no stranger to reflect damage skills and equipment, but this level of damage rebound from a knight''s shield was something he''d never seen before.


    Madman: "To be honest, Bradley may not have the bestmunication skills, but calling you country bumpkins? Yeah, that''s on point."


    Bradley red at him: "F*** you."


    "Don''t give them a chance tomit suicide. Kill them all, then we move on," Orson said expressionlessly.


    Ruby: "Cut them down! Let''s ughter them!"


    Ruby screamed as she hopped onto her skateboard and dove into the enemy ranks. Bradley furrowed his brow. "You''re out of sync with the team. Stop being reckless!"


    "I can take down ten... no, a hundred of them!" Rubyughed carelessly, her beast form activated.


    Her damage reduction shielded her from most magical attacks, and with a swing of her greatsword, she knocked three mages flying. Ignoring the magic damage, she chased after them and killed them one by one.


    "Brutal!"


    The UJ district yers around them looked on in shock. Ruby''s mindless, reckless style of y was terrifying to watch.


    Bradley sighed. "There''s no skill in that. What kind of game are you ying?"


    With his striking silver hair, Bradley''s presence was hard to ignore. His movements became more fluid as he mastered his skills, dodging and countering with lightning-fast reflexes, swinging his twin swords rapidly.


    Block!


    Block!


    Breakthrough!


    ...


    "Light and Dark unite."


    Bradley muttered under his breath, thenunched three double-crits, each hitting Heaven Serpent Throne for -7000 damage.


    Heaven Serpent Throne stared at him in disbelief, a feeling of helplessness rising in his chest. This was the same sensation he''d experienced only when facing Shimoji!


    Cursed to reduce defense!


    Cursed to reduce attack!


    Double crit -7000!


    Double crit -7000!


    The life-steal effects went into full force as Ruby tore through the crowd, killing effortlessly.


    "Such brutality... I''m garbage." Stewart muttered to himself as he hugged his goat, seeing how well the others were performing. He raised his staff, ready to join the fight.


    Bradley: "If you heal me once, I''ll kill youter!"


    Ruby: "Same here. I can heal myself!"


    The siblings turned and red at Stewart, sensing the disturbance. If Stewart poisoned them in the chaos, it would be as bad as an lcu withdrawal.


    Stewart awkwardly smiled and sheepishly withdrew his hand.


    "Are we waiting for a dish? Wrap it up and finish the battle," Madman said, not bothering to hide his irritation.


    The Assassin Squad immediately went into stealth, carrying out their leader''s orders. Even the bystanders, just watching the fight, were not spared as they were met with blunt, heart-piercing words.


    The crew had definitely grown stronger. Madman no longer had to worry about leaving the task of plundering UJ district resources to them.


    Without a doubt, they were a pack of hungry wolves, ready to tear everything in their path to shreds!


    "Do you want to be enemies of UJ district?"


    "You do realize what kind of price you''ll pay for provoking two major districts at once?"


    Heaven Serpent Throne tried to suppress his fear and asked with a growl.


    Orson nced at him and smiled coldly: "Enemies? No, I''m here to conquer you."


    "US district yers, always soughable and shameful. You''re finished!" Heaven Serpent Throne sneered, and from behind him, several hundred UJ district yers appeared to assist.


    Orson had seen enough of this farce and raised an eyebrow. "Ice Prison Ring."


    Zzzz...


    A chilling sound echoed as a blue ice mist quickly spread across a 10-kilometer radius. All the UJ district yers stood frozen, eyes wide in shock, as their teammates turned to ice statues.


    Burn damage -11000!


    Burn damage -11000!


    ...


    In the blink of an eye, over 300 UJ district yers were burned to death. The once frantic chatter faded into eerie silence.


    A space crack opened, and Orson mounted his Crimson Lizard King, flying over the battlefield. He maintained the Ice Prison Ring around a 1-2 km radius. Wherever he flew, the area became a death trap.


    Soon, the group eliminated arge number of UJ district yers, collecting a wealth of blue and purple equipment and over 4000 gold coins.


    "Proceed with the n," Orson said calmly.


    "Okay, no problem. Bradley, Ruby, take two priests and drop into Western Mountain City."


    Madman nodded with a smile, the frustration that had been building up finally getting some release. He continued to issuemands: "Iron Cavalry, go find the girls and head to Northwind City."


    "Assassin Squad Stewart, you''re with me!"


    SirLagsALot: "What about me? Don''t leave me out!"


    "Didn''t you want to record? Then you''reing with me," Orson chuckled, turning to walk toward the portal with SirLagsALot.


    Orson''s next destination was one of the primary locations for Soul Essence Stones: Sakura District.


    Momentster, Orson arrived outside Sakura District.


    The scenery here was beautiful, with cherry blossoms falling like snow. But the overall atmosphere was a bit too gloomy for Orson''s taste.


    Orson had been here before and knew the terrain well. Nearby, there was a Soul Essence Stones vein.


    Due to the lower poption of UJ district yerspared to US, the intensity of monster fights and resource farming wasn''t as fierce as in US. This allowed UJ district yers to level up faster, giving them earlier ess to high-tier crafting materials.


    The monsters around this Soul Essence Stone vein were level 40 and above¡ªstronger than typical elite monsters. Still, plenty of yers came here for mining, often protected by guild guards.


    Since Soul Essence Stones were in high demand forte-game crafting, UJ district yers had consistently stayed ahead of other districts in terms of gear strength.


    "Foreign yers? How did a foreign yer end up here?"


    "Is that... Orgod, the US Triple Crown winner? Did the US district armye through the portal?"


    The nearby yers stared in shock and confusion.


    After a moment, they noticed that it was just Orson and SirLagsALot, and curiosity drove them closer to see for themselves.


    SirLagsALot: "Listen up, you idiots! Stay away from him, I swear, you''ll die if you get too close!"


    It sounded like a warning, but in reality, he had already switched on his recording mode. He even hoped they would say theirst words to help glorify Orson''s epic persona.


    Orson ignored them, his eyes fixed on the Sakura District. He murmured to himself: "Interesting... She seems to know I woulde."@@novelbin@@


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    "Who?" SirLagsALot asked, confused.


    Orson smirked. "SS-tier [Kingdom Summoner] Naoko."

 Chapter 180 180: Who Dares Say Invincible?

    Kitagawa: "Orson, are you still trying to struggle? Have you asked Lady Naoko about this? Besides, your flight advantage is useless against me!"


    His words were barely out when a white, enchanted arrow shot straight into the sky, incredibly swift and trailing a strange aura. It had a homing effect: once it locked onto a target within a thousand meters, there was no escape, and death was guaranteed.


    "Absolute Star Archer, your lock-on is impressive, but unfortunately, your damage is pathetic," Orson said with a faint smile.


    "me Demon Eruption."


    The enchanted arrow struck Orson, but instead of damaging him, it sparked a ripple of mes across his body.@@novelbin@@


    "No damage?" Kitagawa''s eyes widened in shock. Then, more than a dozen fire serpents formed, automatically rebounding and heading straight back towards him.


    "Swift Arrow Storm!"


    Kitagawa quickly pulled his bow and fired in rapid session, his attack speed hitting an astonishing 6.0, firing six enchanted arrows that hit and broke most of the fire serpents.


    "de Dance sh!"


    An A-ss Warrior dashed forward, slicing through the remaining serpents with a series of shes.


    However, two serpents broke through the defenses, and Kitagawa''s expression darkened. Not wanting to appear too weak in front of everyone, he coldly muttered, "It''s just reflected magical damage."


    He chose the hard way: taking the hit head-on.


    Burning-11,000!


    In a mere second, Kitagawa''s face turned pale, and he regretted his decision deeply as his health bar dropped by more than half.


    "Use Magic Dissipation to dispel it!" Naoko''s voice was cold.


    Fortunately, a nearby priest acted quickly and removed the burn effect, sparing Kitagawa further humiliation.


    "What kind of monster is this? His damage output is probablyparable to Naoko-sama''s, who has Yamata no Orochi King!"


    The UJ yers were all stunned. The magic shield''s reflected damage nearly took down their vice guild leader in a sh.


    "Wait, something''s poking me," Orson muttered, feigning surprise.


    "Despicable bastard!"


    Kitagawa''s pride was crushed instantly, trying to salvage the situation.


    SirLagsALot: "You thick-skinned little brat! You tried to sneak attack, and now you''re calling Orgod despicable? You''re really asking for trouble!"


    Hearing this, Kitagawa could barely look anyone in the eye, feeling utterly humiliated.


    "I''ve got no problem fighting more than one," Naoko spoke up, her voice sweet but firm, calming the Thousand Hands guild members who had been anxious. "This Sorcerer''s strength is not something a normal yer canpare to, so don''t let a temporary disadvantage rattle you."


    "Nice strategy, but it''s all pointless against me," Orson said with a smile.


    "Orson, now that the UJ and US channels are open, do you think you can survive thebined wrath of two major regions?" Naoko asked, her voice resonating with confidence.


    "Oh? Are you saying my region''s yers are traitors?" Orson sneered as he looked down on the UJ yers.


    Naoko smiled with a touch of arrogance. "Then tell me, where are your reinforcements? Why do I not see anyone from your regioning to your aid?" Stay tuned with empire


    At that moment, most US yers were watching from the sidelines, while major US guilds wanted to take advantage of the situation. Aside from a few of Orson''s allies, no one wanted to see Godyer rise to dominance.


    This was the genius of Wedge: by hiring arge number of "water army" yers, she created the illusion that Godyer was everyone''s enemy. What was meant to be a war between two regions had been twisted into a personal vendetta between her and Orson¡ªa fight to clear the ranks!


    "I''ll be blunt. With just your guild, I alone can wipe you out," Orson said calmly, his gaze still locked on Naoko, then added with a sly smile, "I''ll give you a chance: pay me Tithe, and I''ll guarantee your guild''s safety."


    "Tithe!?"


    The UJ yers were confused, while Kitagawa nearly exploded with anger. "You US yers have some nerve! You think you can just demand Tithe like some ancient church tax?"


    The term Tithe originated from the ancient Western church''s practice, where followers were required to give a tenth of their earnings to the church.


    "Are you calling yourself a god?" Naoko sneered.


    "Who I am doesn''t matter. What matters is that I''m strong, and you''re weak. A little protection fee isn''t too much, is it?" Orson shed a grin, showing his teeth.


    The UJ region''s forward outposts may not be heavily popted, but their resources were extremely rich, and Orson knew that collecting resources like Soul Essence Stones from them was just the beginning.


    "You''ve picked the wrong opponent. No yer dares humiliate the Thousand Hands guild!" Naoko dered, her voice icy. "I am the chosen one, and I am invincible!"


    Orson shook his head in exasperation. "Invincible? Fine, I''ll give you an hour to think it over, how about that?"


    "Prepare to die in the jaws of a dragon, coward!"


    Before Naoko could issue hermand, a Curse Spirit Mage summoned a bone dragon, charging straight at Orson, hoping to give the so-called invincible Sorcerer a reality check.


    The bone dragon was no weakling¡ªits health was in the millions, a strong Lord-ss undead creature.


    "I''ve killed plenty of lower-tier dragons. What makes you think a bone dragon can intimidate me?" Orson mocked.


    With a roar, the Crimson Lizard King, bound by a hatred for all dragonkind, took to the air. Even though the bone dragon was an undead creature, it still triggered the Crimson Lizard King''s fury.


    The Crimson Lizard King spread its wings wide, its ws sharp as razors. It lunged at the bone dragon''s head with the ferocity of an eagle hunting its prey.


    Crack!


    The bone dragon''s skull was crushed with a sickening sound, and the beast was sent crashing into the ground with a thunderous crash.


    The Crimson Lizard King wasn''t done. It grabbed the dragon''s limp body and mmed it into a mountain, causing a huge explosion of debris.


    Crack! Crack!


    In mere seconds, the bone dragon''s massive body was shattered into pieces, and its half-destroyed formy at the Crimson Lizard King''s feet.


    "Under twenty seconds... A bone dragon with millions of health just died?"


    "How is this even possible? This creature seems stronger than even a lower-tier dragon!"


    The Thousand Hands guild members stood in stunned silence. From the health stats, the Crimson Lizard King was indeed terrifying, but a bone dragon, even one assembled from several dragons'' remains, should have been able to put up a fight!


    The Curse Spirit Mage stood motionless, unable toprehend what just happened.


    Orson shook his head and sighed. "A patchwork dragon dares to challenge me?"


    The bone dragon summoned by the mage wasn''t a typical undead, but one created by piecing together remains of different dragons. It was strong, butcked the core skills of a true dragon. The fact that it dared attack the Crimson Lizard King at close range was a fatal mistake.


    In less than twenty seconds, the bone dragon was obliterated, leaving the UJ yers stunned and speechless.


    "In the world of Infinite Dimensions, who dares to call themselves invincible?"


    "Who dares to invade my US region?"


    The war drums roared like thunder as Orson soared above Sakura District, his eyes cold as steel. "I gave you a chance. Now, it''s either pay up every week or face total submission!"


    SirLagsALot: "I am the god of war! I dare im invincibility¡ªwho the hell doesn''t agree,e out and die!"


    Naoko''s expression turned to ice. Without wasting any more words, she snapped, "War begins!"

 Chapter 182 182: The Worlds Masterpiece – Despair

    Naoko''s smile instantly froze, and she doubted whether she was hearing things. She suddenly turned around, only to see Orson looking at her with a calm smile.


    "You... how are you here?" Naoko stammered, her mind in chaos. The man in front of her exceeded anything she could have imagined. Even in a world filled with magic and bloodshed like this, this situation was too absurd.


    Orson had on a strange device strapped to his back. It looked like scrap metal, but the tail end was capable of releasing powerful wind-based magic gusts. Naoko held back her shock, inspecting the item''s attributes.


    [Goblin Tech ¨C Type 1 Jetpack]


    [Crafted by yer Nightshade]


    Quality: Heroic


    Magic Energy Reserve: 7/20 uses


    Effect: Each use propels movement by 100 meters, can be detached for charging, and enters a 10-hour cooldown after detachment.


    Comes with 10,000 HP; will disappear if destroyed.


    "A rocket jump pack?" Naoko''s mind went nk. This was exactly the kind of special forces single-person flight gear used in the real world... But how could something like this appear in a game?


    The device Orson wore was one of Nightshade''stest creations. Despite its rusty appearance, it was worth a whopping 3000 gold. The first batch of jetpacks was extremely expensive, so only sixty yers in the UJ region had ess to them. It was clear that this investment paid off well. With this item, quick retreats or surprise attacks were a breeze. It was precisely because of this jetpack that Orson was able to swiftly move from the east of Sakura District and fly straight to Yamata no Orochi''s head.


    "You guessed it," Orson raised an eyebrow, his staff glowing with destructive power.


    Naoko''s eyes turned cold, her lips curling into a sneer. "Even if you manage to kill me, do you think you''ll win? Don''t forget, this is my turf!"


    Naoko''s gaze turned icy. "Even if you kill me once, even if you destroy a few pieces of my legendary equipment, your fate is already sealed."


    "Pay the Tithe, or be conquered, crushed, and ughtered," Orson said indifferently.


    "Kill him!!" Naoko bellowed, as Yamata no Orochi''s two snake heads lunged at Orson, intending to swallow the tiny figure whole.


    "Stubborn," Orson sneered, unleashing an explosive fireball directly into Naoko''s face. The force was devastating.


    Critical Hit - 80,000!


    The fireball instantly obliterated Naoko.


    Orson looked up at the giant, gaping maw of Yamata no Orochi, unfazed. "Get lost."


    The enormous serpent''s body flickered and vanished entirely. This was why Naoko, despite being an SS-level summoner, ranked low on the leaderboard¡ªonce her body was killed, her summoned creature would be forced into a cooldown, leaving her defenseless.


    A golden glow appeared as Orson picked up a set of legendary shoulder armor (level 30) from Naoko''s dropped items, along with over a thousand gold coins.


    "All part of the Tithe prepayment," Orson murmured as he activated his jetpack, performing a smooth descent onto the ground.


    Naoko, who had been revived at her spawn point, remained confident, sending Orson a private message:


    "It''s useless to kill me. Even without Yamata no Orochi, my guild''s elite yers are more than enough to take you down. You''ll still be struggling for your life."


    "Is that so?" Orson chuckled.


    Naoko felt a strange unease in her chest. Something felt off, as if she had missed something important. Hastily, she opened her guild channel to check for messages.


    "How did we end up in the Soul-Eater Swamp? This ce is twenty kilometers from Sakura District!"


    "Shit, I can''t move¡­ The poison has a paralysis effect!"


    "The mutated Crimson Lizard King ising again, everyone, save yourselves!"


    Hundreds of panicked messages flooded her screen, and Naoko''s face turned pale. The Soul-Eater Swamp was a ce even monsters avoided. Any yer who fell into it would be subjected to debilitating debuffs like paralysis, poison, and movement speed reduction. Even with healers or cleansing skills, navigating the swamp was slow and hazardous¡ªit could take hours to escape.


    SirLagsALot: "Yo! I''m here! My godly mount is gonna burn these fools alive!"


    SirLagsALot: "Come at me! I love it when you all can''t stand me, but still can''t kill me!"


    The massive group of over a thousand yers from Thousand Hands found themselves sinking into the swamp, immobilized, unable to even see Orson''s figure, and caught in a devastating bombardment from above.


    The Crimson Lizard King was roaring as it unleashed devastating attacks, with sharp ws cleaving throughrge groups of yers, reducing them to streaks of white light.


    "Shit! Naoko''s been ambushed! Yamata no Orochi''s in forced cooldown!" someone shouted.


    Kitagawa: "Suicide, everyone, suicide now! Don''t leave any loot behind! Quickly teleport back to the main city!"


    Panic spread through Thousand Hands guild as over a thousand yers scrambled to "ascend" and reset.


    SirLagsALot: "Ha! The bait-and-switch n worked! US Sorcerer, damn you''re something else!"


    SirLagsALot couldn''t hold back hisughter. He stood on the back of the Crimson Lizard King and snapped a picture. He titled it "The Birth of Despair", capturing the moment in all its tragic glory.


    The intelligence of Thousand Hands guild had been thoroughly outyed. They believed rushing into the spatial pathway was their key to victory, not realizing they were walking straight into a trap.


    The UJ region had been well-researched by countless US trial yers, and Orson was more familiar with the terrain than they were. From the beginning, Thousand Hands had been like meat on a chopping block, ready for ughter.


    He had let them make the first move¡ªlet the assassins surround him¡ªthen used his divine earrings to set up the Mirror of Folding in the Soul-Eater Swamp.


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    "I''m not going to lose," Naoko''s heart raced as she tried to reassure herself. "I just need to wait an hour for my summoner toe back. I''ll turn this around."


    She still believed that it was just a misstep¡ªshe had fallen for someone''s trick. In her eyes, Orson was merely a momentary threat.


    "Even the undefeated guild master has fallen. My god, how are we supposed to win now?"


    "I''ve spent millions of yen, only to be crushed by a single hit from an Orgod¡­ What a joke."


    "His mount alone is invincible. I don''t even know where the hope of victory lies¡­"


    Kitagawa, upon respawning, sensed the shift in atmosphere and spoke up, "Don''t panic. This is normal. If it were that easy to win, a single SSR guild would suffice."


    Naoko nodded, as if finding an excuse for their failure. "I know the enemy''s power is suffocating, but after all, this is just a game. It''s normal for bugs to appear."


    "Is our guild master cheating? If so, then I can rx."


    "Uncultured foreign trash! Why isn''t the official intervening and banning him?!"


    Naoko''s attempt to shift the me onto Orson was quickly noted. She, the proud and arrogant woman, now blushed with shame as she realized how far she had fallen.


    She had used Orson of cheating, even though she herself had used simr monstrous abilities with her summoner to climb to the top of Thousand Hands.


    As panic set in, Naoko quickly regained herposure. Some of her guild members had managed to survive, not having entered the spatial pathway in time. However, as a precaution, she ordered them to suicide to avoid being ambushed outside.


    With a deep breath, Naoko steeled herself. Even if they all had to die once, they would regroup at the main city, and she would turn the tide once her summoner''s cooldown ended. She refused to believe Orson coulde into the city and kill them.


    "If he dares enter the city," Naoko muttered to herself, "he''ll be trapped by the city''s protective barriers. With the flying mounts restricted, he won''t be able to escape."


    The city walls were herst line of defense, and Naoko was certain that Orson would be trapped in Sakura District and eventually overwhelmed by the UJ yers'' anger.


    But as she waited for her summoner''s cooldown, a voice from behind caught her attention.


    "Still here waiting for your summon''s cooldown? You''ve got some nerve. I thought an SS-level summoner like you would be different this time."


    Just outside the resurrection point, an imperial mage NPC, resting his chin on his hand, was curiously observing the yers.@@novelbin@@

 Chapter 183 183: Conquest Era

    "Did you find it, idiot?"


    Orson leisurely grabbed a small stool, holding a mug of malt beer in his hand.


    Berenice: "Ugh, it''s just a useless stone. Why the rush? Let''s go raid the lord''s treasury instead!"


    "Don''t, I want that damn stone," Orson quickly dismissed her idea. Thest time they raided the Holy Light Church''s stronghold, they almost got spotted by that terrifying woman. Even though the Sakura District guardians weren''t as insane as her, raiding the treasury now could still bring considerable trouble.


    "Strange... Why has the barrier to the south disappeared?"


    Soon, a long-serving NPC guard on the city wall rubbed his eyes in disbelief.


    Inside the lord''s manor, Berenice swiftly raided the belongings of several lord''s personal guards, and after turning one of the wizard lords'' homes upside down, she finally obtained a ck stone.


    "Ding-dong¡ª"


    "My dear servant, the barrier stone is secured!" Berenice mimicked the system notification tone, and a streak of light quickly flew toward him.


    "Good job, my endless wealth will be split with you in half!"


    Berenice: "Pinky swear~~"


    Orson grinned as the ck stonebeled [South Barrier] appeared in his inventory.


    "Brave and fearless adventurers, do you need my help?" Orson donned his hood and walked toward the resurrection point, where the yers of Thousand Hands were gathering.


    "NPC? Orsix, what a strange name."


    "Hidden mission? Why is a hidden mission triggered at a time like this?"


    A few Thousand Hands guild members frowned. An NPC had approached them, which probably meant a lucrative mission, but they weren''t in the mood to take on any quests right now.


    "Or...six?"


    Naoko turned to look at the hooded mage, her eyes widened in shock. "It''s you!"


    "Eh?"


    Orson was caught off guard. He hadn''t expected to be recognized so quickly. "What went wrong? Was I speaking too fast, or was my ent too heavy?"


    "Do you think you can fool us UJ District yers with such ame disguise? You must think highly of yourself," Naoko couldn''t help butugh.


    They had researched every piece of Orson''s data countless times, and his previous disguises were also included in the intel. To eliminate this troublesome figure hindering their corporation''s future [Co-Prosperity n], Naoko had made various contingency ns. The worst-case scenario was to repeatedly die dozens or even hundreds of times with all members of the guild, just to bring this man down!


    But now, this man was trying to use the most rudimentary acting skills to disguise himself as an NPC and trick them. It was utterly ridiculous!


    "I''ll see where you run!" Naoko said with a smug smile, and the Thousand Hands guild members, ted, rushed out from the resurrection point, determined to kill Orson.


    "Wow, a bit of brains, I underestimated you," Orson feigned surprise, then started to retreat quickly.


    "You''ve lost, Orson!" Naoko said with pride as shemanded the guild''s yers to initiate the kill.


    "Yes, yes," Orson shrugged in resignation.


    In an instant, hundreds of attacks surged toward him like a terrifying wave. Orson activated his jetpack, leaping over a hundred meters, and many of the attacks missed.


    "Sess! The Dragon Empire''s invincible Sorcerer''s golden body is shattered!"


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    Naoko rejoiced at the sight. Since Orson had only used a special magic item to escape and hadn''t used any space items, this meant he was just struggling to fight back.


    "Naoko, the king of UJ District, deliberately feigned weakness to lure the enemy in!"


    "Haha, look at this US dog, tail between his legs running away. And he dares to enter the city alone to seek death!"


    "Brothers, the bounty is still valid! Kill him, and you''ll go down in history in the Infinite Dimensions cross-server battle!" Kitagawaughed heartily and nocked his arrows, ready to fire.


    Without the help of his battle beast, Naoko believed that the top US Sorcerer was nothing special. With that, a volley of tracking arrows tore through the air, heading straight for Orson''s back.


    After almost being burned alive earlier, Orson had prepared himself by taking a fire immunity potion in advance.


    "Light Rod!"


    Naoko swung her staff, casting an A-grade healing magic, summoning a glowing spectral rod.


    In Infinite Dimensions, summoners could develop hidden professions based on any fundamental ss, but not all base sses were suited for this. The best choices were healers with healing abilities or mages with powerful AoE damage.


    "The president''s too much. The bounty he posted, does he want to im it himself?"


    "Sigh, you can''t me Naoko for losing her calm. Killing the Dragon Empire''s number one Sorcerer¡ªwho wouldn''t want that glory?"


    A few guild membersughed bitterly, eyeing Orson''s 40-level ultimate legendary gear. If they could snatch something in the chaos, it would be a huge profit!


    While the Thousand Hands guild members were distracted, Orson''s cold voice interrupted them: "Magic Eye."


    The Emperor''s Ear Ring shimmered, and the space portal appeared again.


    "Please, everyone,e in," Orson said with a smile, ncing back at Naoko, who was now visibly shaken.


    "This is impossible... The city barrier prevents space magic from opening!" Naoko panicked. Once again, Orson had shattered her understanding of the game, and thest shred of her arrogance evaporated.


    Could it be that he really was a cheater? If not, how could she exin everything that was happening?


    Orson waved at her with a smile, continuing, "I know you''ve all been eyeing the vast resources of the US District. So... I sincerely invite you all to join me in the Era of Conquest."


    Era of Conquest? The UJ District yers exchanged confused nces, and Orson smiled and added, "Exactly as you think. I, Orgod, leader of the Godyer Guild, will enve you all from now on."


    Orson paused, his voice turning cold: "You don''t want to pay the Tithe? I understand, but I''ve lost my patience."


    "You..." Naoko stammered, unable to imagine the consequences if she let him escape. All the yers in the UJ District would never know peace again!


    Orson didn''t give her a chance to continue speaking. He turned coldly and stepped into the space portal.


    The stars spun, and Orson appeared again in the [Mist Mining Grounds]. Same ce, under the same cherry blossom tree.


    This time, however, not a single one of the UJ District yers, who had been so eager to talk about the Greater East Asia Co-Prosperity Sphere, dared to enter.


    Momentster, the Crimson Lizard Kingnded with SirLagsALot, who had snapped the world-renowned painting earlier.


    SirLagsALot: "Hahaha... I''m loving this! A thousand yersmitting suicide, this is going to make me a fortune on the forums..."


    When SirLagsALot saw Orson nce at him, he coughed awkwardly and quickly corrected himself: "I swear, this time I''m going to make sure all those US fence-sitters and turncoats get their faces pped!"


    "As soon as this video/photo is posted, the UJ District will be swarmed with US yers from now on! You''ve set a great example!"


    Orson nodded in agreement. SirLagsALot might not be very reliable, but his promotional abilities were unparalleled. Those undecided US yers would indeed be encouraged by this.


    But that wasn''t enough.


    Orson kept his word. If the Thousand Hands guild refused to pay their share of the yers'' output, he had no problem letting his agents take over.


    Soon, Bright Gxy sent a message: "We''ve arrived at Sakura District, but I don''t think the time is right yet. We''re still negotiating the purchase of the base."


    Orson replied, "Level doesn''t matter. Just bring your people over."


    With that, over 300 yers from the UJ District joined his faction, all of them clearly carrying a "US vor."


    #yer 8782: "Orgod, you wiped out Thousand Hands Guild once? You''re ruthless! They''re all just standing there at the resurrection point."@@novelbin@@


    Orson recognized the true identity of this yer: it was Charles from the Rank Studio...


    No, actually, due to his considerate care for Sienna, he had been appointed as vice president by Lauren and had risen to the top with a sry in the millions.


    "This is just the beginning. They don''t submit to me, so... I''ll have to wipe them out again," Orson said with a lightugh.


    "Damn, Orson, you''re too strong!"


    "By the way, Orson, the three buckets of instant noodles under your desk? I ate themst time but didn''t admit it. You''re not mad at me, right?"


    The yers in Orson''s faction started joking around. Many of them were old acquaintances, all from the same miserable ck coal mine.


    "Uh... if they''re reinforcements, aren''t their levels a bit low?" SirLagsALot asked in confusion. These "UJ District yers" were all around level 15, barely out of the newbie vige. Coming here to fight seemed like a suicide mission!


    Orson ignored him and nced at the southern side of Sakura District, which had lost its barrier, then suddenly asked, "You must have a lot of fans on the Infinite Dimensions official site, right? Can


    you start a livestream now?"


    "Livestream? Of course, I can!"


    SirLagsALot''s excitement was palpable. He''d been wanting to do this for a long time, but even though he had no shame, he never dared bring it up.


    This was going to be the super plus version of "Orgod''s Third-Person Perspective."


    Forget about livestream donations; just selling ads for Amazon and other affiliates during the stream would be a gold mine!

 Chapter 184 184: Millions Watching, Dragon Curse Roars!

    "Everyone, this is the first-person view of Orgod, grab your snacks and beers ande quickly!" SirLagsALot excitedly connected to the streaming tform, but as expected, the massive influx of viewers did not ur.


    "What the hell, this is the twenty-eighth time someone has imed ''Orgod''s first-person view''! Stop trying to deceive us."


    "Are you crazy? Orgod''s sidekick is a level 20-something warrior, who are you trying to fool?"


    "Acting cool for a moment, but always ending in a funeral!"


    Severalments flooded the stream, and SirLagsALot, frustrated, saw that no one believed him.


    However, he quickly adapted. He immediately added "[US vs UJ]" to the stream''s title and spent a hundred thousand credits to boost the traffic.


    He then aimed the camera at Orson, who was sitting in a meditative posture, and shouted again, "Orgod is ughtering the UJ District''s frontline,e watch now!"


    "Holy crap! It''s really Orgod! Damn! The Bloodthirsty Butcher title, it looks so badass!"


    "Awesome, streamer! Is Orgod your father? He''s not from their guild, and you''re standing this close to him without being ughtered?"


    "Wow, that Heavenly Fire Dragon Heart set, rumored to cost hundreds of billions, don''t know if that''s true, but the special effects are so cool!"


    The effects were immediate. In just a few seconds, the live stream''s viewership skyrocketed past 100,000 and continued to climb rapidly.


    "Mini-map coordinates... Sakura District! Damn! Orgod really is in the UJ District!"


    "I was wondering why I hadn''t seen Triple Crown winnertely, turns out he''s nning something big!"


    "Breaking news! Orgod just wiped out one of UJ District''s top three guilds: Thousand Hands!"


    More and more viewers flooded into the stream, and SirLagsALot couldn''t stop grinning.


    A big spender immediately dropped five super rockets worth $5000 each. And the spender even promised that if Orgod killed 100 people, he''d send five more rockets!


    "You young ones don''t know what''s good for you. I''m really afraid you''ll drain your savings," SirLagsALotughed widely.


    "How many people do we have in the stream?" Orson asked as he finished meditating and stood up.


    "Five hundred thousand! It''s time to go big, right?" SirLagsALot was shaking with excitement, already imagining himself sailing on a luxury yacht alongside Orgod. The money wasing in too fast!


    "This is too few. This isn''t even a big news event yet. Keep boosting the traffic," Orson smirked.


    The UJ District had been wreaking havoc in the US District for days. Many yers had been killed by them, and due to some historical grievances, there were plenty of yers who despised UJ District. However, without leadership, they couldn''t form any real fighting force. Even when they asionally fought UJ yers, they were overwhelmingly defeated.


    Now, seeing someone streaming Orgod''s conquest of UJ District in first-person view, it was no surprise this caused a huge stir.


    "Boost the traffic! Damn, who cares about money? I''m not afraid! As long as you''re having fun, that''s all that matters!" SirLagsALot cursed, full of confidence. A single video had earned him millions of dors before, and this stream was bound to be another gold mine, no matter how much he spent.


    "Victory or defeat, it all depends on this. Orgod, don''t let me down," SirLagsALot gritted his teeth and began pouring massive amounts of money into the stream to attract more viewers.


    He dropped eight million credits in total.


    Honestly, he was a bit nervous. Not because of the viewer count¡ªhe was certain it would explode¡ªbut because he feared Orson might fail. After all, Thousand Hands wasn''t weak. If they dyed too long and Naoko summoned Yamata no Orochi again, Orgod could be in serious trouble.


    Moreover, therger the viewer count, the higher the risk. If Orson lost, SirLagsALot would lose everything, and Orson would be roasted by trolls everywhere, with no hope of redemption!


    As Charles and others had said, a loss in this battle could mean the end of Orson''s career!


    "Damn¡­ it''s terrifying, the viewership has surpassed 10 million!"@@novelbin@@


    "The in-game viewers have reached 6 million!"


    Minutester, SirLagsALot''s stream was packed to capacity. It quickly surpassed all other Infinite Dimensions streams and shot straight to the top of the poprity charts!


    Drunken Dream: "Hmm¡­ My friend is up to something big again. This guy''s terrifying."


    Empress: "Cross-server war, and he didn''t even bring us along? A bit selfish, isn''t he?"


    "Thanks to ShatteredCrown for sending 30 super rockets!" SirLagsALot was stunned. A mega spender had appeared!


    ShatteredCrown: "My master will conquer the UJ District! Little foreign boy, get ready for the judgment day!"


    "Thanks to Demon Emperor for sending 10 super rockets!"


    "Thanks to Truck Driving Man..."


    SirLagsALot was amazed, muttering to himself. Another top spender had appeared. This guy was reportedly involved in a border skirmish with Dragon''s Kiss Guild but managed to escape unharmed.


    K-Drama Amnesiac Male Lead: "I don''t really like Orgod, but UJ District yers have been so arrogant in our region. A bunch of infighting dogs still licking their boots, I can''t stand it."


    Warrior Without a Shield: "I''ll top that, you think the US has no one? Once I find the entrance, I''ll take my whole guild to settle in UJ District!"


    SirLagsALot was shocked. Several usually low-key big guild leaders had appeared in the stream, all sending gifts and supporting Orson''s actions against UJ District.


    SirLagsALot was trembling. Even as a reporter, he couldn''t get close to these figures on a normal day. And now they were his super VIPs in the stream!


    "How many viewers do we have now?" Orson asked again.


    "Twenty¡­ twenty million!" SirLagsALot''s scalp tingled. His eight million credits had stirred up a storm. Enjoy exclusive adventures from empire


    "That''s enough. Let''s start," Orson said, motioning for SirLagsALot to follow. Both of them mounted the Crimson Lizard King.


    "Where are we going? Gonna raid another guild?" SirLagsALot asked suspiciously as the Crimson Lizard King soared away from Sakura District.


    Meanwhile, the members of the Thousand Hands guild exhaled in relief as they saw the Crimson Lizard King moving away.


    It felt like the sword of Damocles that had been hanging over them had finally been lifted.


    "Wise decision to retreat. Looks like he''s not as foolish as I thought!" Naoko snorted.


    Although she couldn''t understand how Orson was using space items inside the city, he had indeed moved on. Her summoned beast, Yamata no Orochi, had only half an hour left before its cooldown ended.


    Charles: "Everyone, prepare to collect the spoils."


    Lauren: "If we''re attacked by red yers, we might not be able to win, but at least show them some mouth skills!"


    "Burn, my Orson!"


    "Orson! Your instant noodles will be inherited by me, please bring down divine judgment, and let us make a fortune!"


    "It''s about to begin! Finally, it''s starting!"


    Orson''s old colleagues stared intently at the skyline, their eyes burning with anticipation. Only SirLagsALot was confused, not understanding thements of the small ounts.


    In the sky 10 kilometers away from Sakura District...


    "Adjust the screen to share, I''ll give you the permissions," Orson said calmly.


    "True first-person view?" SirLagsALot was ecstatic, immediately agreeing to the screen share and switching to the Mage''s view for the live stream.


    "6666!"


    "Finally, we get to see Orgod''s interface. Too bad we can''t see his status bar."


    "I heard this man has at least 50,000 mana, but I don''t know if that''s true."


    The viewers'' curiosity was piqued. Orson switched to pure mode, so while it was a first-person view, the audience couldn''t see his stats or skill cooldowns.


    SirLagsALot: "I know keeping skills secret is standard for a mage, but how can we track the cooldown?"


    "Cooldown? Oh, it''s not necessary."


    Orson gave him a meaningful smile.


    Suddenly, a chilling voice echoed in Orson''s ears, the eerie whispers of souls dying under the power of a dragon''s magic.


    A strange sound came from his Heavenly Fire Dragon Heart armor. ck light surged, and a shockwave rippled out in a hundred-meter radius, as elemental tides surged.


    The red star ring spun rapidly, and magical patterns spread out, engulfing the area in eerie brilliance.


    SirLagsALot stared at his status bar, eyes wide in shock: "What the hell! Skill... no cooldown?!"


    Orson nced at him coldly. SirLagsALot quickly shut his mouth, his heart racing. If he said anything now, it would scare the hell out of other yers!


    A-ss spells with no cooldown?!


    "Brahma''s Divine me."


    "Brahma''s Div...¡ª"


    The chaotic six-pointed star shot into the sky, a blood-red glow suffusing the earth. The diameter of the six-pointed star was several timesrger


    than before when Dragon Curse was cast!


    "Look at that¡­"


    "Is that the six-pointed star from the spell''s casting animation? How is it so big? It''s almost covering the whole sky!"


    "Magic erged three times!"


    "Magic erged two times!"


    "Dragon Curse is here!"


    A constant series of system prompts echoed in Orson''s ears as his eyes glowed fiercely. He had transformed into an emotionless magic machine.


    A golden horn red, like a golden dragon appearing before all UJ District yers: "The Age of Conquest is about to begin!"


    An overwhelming aura crushed them, causing their breathing to halt.

 Chapter 185 185: The Song of the Souls, The Final Requiem!

    Naoko trembled, unable to believe what she was seeing as more than a dozen fireballs flew towards the horizon.


    She had seen this attack before. At first nce, it appeared to be just a standard Fireball spell, but in reality, its power wasparable to a small S-ss forbidden spell.


    "How can there be so many...?" Naoko''s expression turned frantic, as she muttered to herself in disbelief. "The city''s barrier is invulnerable. This is something no yer can shake. Even if he''s the US Triple Crown winner, it''s impossible!"


    "He can''t do it!"


    "He definitely can''t!"


    A barrage of singr fireballs quickly approached Sakura District, but Naoko didn''t make any decisions. She had ced all her hopes on the city''s unbreachable barrier.


    Kitagawa: "I really couldn''t hold back, sorry. What''s the point of throwing a few fireballs so far away? Just venting your frustration?"


    The UJ District yers nearby paused for a moment before bursting intoughter.


    Fighting against game mechanics? This wasn''t just foolish¡ªit was borderline insane!


    Seeing the othersughing, Naoko felt a slight sense of relief. Maybe it was all just an illusion.


    However, in the next moment, the first fireball crashed through the barrier without resistance. Naoko''s face froze, her heart clenching as though something terrifying had gripped it.


    "How is this possible?!" Naoko''s face turned pale as her psychological defenses shattered once again.


    "Quick..."


    Naoko screamed, but before she could even shout "run," an overwhelming wave of heat engulfed her.


    She watched as her delicate, ivory-like arm, caught in zing Burn, began to rapidly deteriorate¡ªher skin peeled away, her muscles disintegrated, and her body melted like a puddle of mud.


    The mental shock was immense¡ªalmost as if she were ying a horror game. Although she didn''t feel the pain, it left a psychological scar that would haunt her forever.


    Orson unleashed his maximum casting speed.


    His mastery of the Mage profession was beyond what ordinary yers couldprehend. Typically, A-ss area-of-effect magic would take ordinary yers 2-4 seconds to cast.


    But some steps could be simplified. Each time Orson cast Brahma''s Divine me, he used basic attacks or explosive Fireballs to interrupt the casting dy, making him cast an unimaginable twelve A-ss spells in just twenty seconds¡ªbefore his mana ran out.


    Among these, four of the Brahma''s Divine mes intensified into Dragon Curse, magnifying the spell''s power to an unbelievable scale!


    SirLagsALot tilted his head, giving him a close-up shot. His eyes went from shock to pure fervor, all within a second.


    "God of Magic! The undefeated God of Magic from the US!"


    "He has be the Judicator, and he will ascend to the throne of Infinite Dimensions!"


    SirLagsALotpletely immersed himself in the role of the "God of Magic," his words filled with the kind of fervor that stirred the hearts of the viewers.


    Boom! Boom! Boom!


    The world-shattering power arrived, sweeping away the remnants of thousands of UJ District yers'' souls, who howled and trembled in the face of this apocalyptic force!


    "He is the indomitable US divine light!" SirLagsALot felt his soul tremble¡ªexcitement and terror harmonizing as one.


    He couldn''t help but roar once more: "Orgod will ughter all enemies who dare to challenge him!"


    Ten kilometers away, a mushroom cloud erupted from Sakura District, reaching a height of over a kilometer. In a two-kilometer radius within the city, merciless mes consumed everything in its path!


    "You have killed Naoko. Evil Value +100."


    "You have killed..."


    The battle logs continued to roll as if mocking the victims.


    In the live stream, an overwhelming flood ofmentspletely covered the screen, with every viewer pouring out their shock and awe.


    "What the hell did I just see? Can someone tell me if they can drop nuclear bombs in the game?"


    "This is insane! This damn Triple Crown winner! How is he making me feel this good? I''m losing it!"


    "911, please? My heart is about to explode, can I even survive this?!"


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    "This is madness! It''s f**king insane!!"


    ...


    The mushroom clouds were not just symbols of death; they were adrenaline shots for US yers, fueling their excitement as they screamed in the game and in the live stream!


    It felt like they were all on an adrenaline high, screaming in unison, whether in the game or in the live chat.


    "The game is over, no more debate, from the past, the present, and into the future¡ª"


    SirLagsALot shouted, his voice resonating deeply with the hearts of tens of millions of viewers: "From this day forward, he is the number one mage in Infinite Dimensions! Undisputed!"


    The fans in the live stream were reaching a boiling point.


    They couldn''t take it anymore, wanting to shout, to cheer, to join that man in battle!


    "This guy is a top-tier talent."


    Orson listened to SirLagsALot''s hype, feeling the bloodline deep within him stir in response.


    He was really getting fired up!


    Thousand Hands yers instinctively stood up from the respawn point, only to melt back into the water of the fountain once again.


    They were paying homage to the ancestors from a hundred years ago, howling in the mes, praying for salvation from the UJ gods.


    But they wouldn''t receive any answer.


    What awaited them was only the relentless judgment of the Infinite Dimensions'' God of Magic!


    "Invalid healing!"


    "Invalid healing!"


    ...


    Kitagawa stared nkly at the respawn point, and the others did the same, realizing with shock that even the healing NPC had died?


    This was an elite NPC with over 3 million health!


    With its healing aura, it could regenerate health at an incredible rate. In many ways, this NPC was nearly invincible, but it was forcefully killed by a yer''s skill!


    It was tragic, for in their minds, NPCs were supposed to be near-indestructible, invincible beings.


    Little did they know, Orson had ughtered far stronger NPCs, and a healing NPC that couldn''t fight back was just a sitting target.


    At a ten-kilometer casting range, and without using his Divine Emperor Earring, Orson didn''t focus on targeting the Thousand Hands yers specifically. Instead, he concentrated most of his firepower on the healer.


    Seven fatal strikes, each dealing over 900,000 damage. Even the healing NPC couldn''t keep up with that much damage.@@novelbin@@


    Charles: "Charge! Grab everything!"


    Lauren: "Thepany will split the loot 80-20. Whoever grabs it first, wins."


    With Thousand Hands'' guild wiped out once more, a dazzling array of loot covered the ground.


    Under the direction of the two capitalists, over 300 hiredborers rushed in to im the godly riches that had fallen from the heavens!


    "Damn! My hero weapon dropped! I spent 10 million yen crafting that!"


    "Shit, I lost over a thousand gold! This is a huge loss!"


    "This isn''t real! All my twenty Soul Essence Stones dropped...damn it!!!"


    As a swarm of low-level ounts rushed into the city, picking up loot left and right, they cared nothing for ethics or fair y. This caused Thousand Hands yers to panic.


    "You useless ve yers, die!"


    Kitagawa screamed, standing up the moment Brahma''s Divine me''s burn effect ended. He immediately fired five arrows, killing one low-level yer with each shot.


    Seeing this, the others followed suit. They couldn''t afford to let the loot slip away.


    Each of these top yers had invested tens of thousands of gold into Infinite Dimensions. They wouldn''t allow these random low-level yers to profit from the chaos.


    Naoko resurrected and stood up, her gaze immediately falling on her teammates, now turning red with blood, and the ever-increasing Evil Values. She quickly realized something was wrong: "Stop! Stop right now!"


    Charles: "Hahaha, they think they''re Orgod, actually killing green-name yers in the city?"


    Lauren: "Orson, you''ve really outdone yourself."


    Truck Driving Man, shot by Kitagawa, fell to the ground and beganughing hysterically in the regional chat.


    Even though he had dropped a purple item, he didn''t feel a hint of regret.


    Instead, he immediately chose to respawn and began scavenging for more gear.


    Naoko: "Bastards! Bastards! You''ve all fallen for his trick! These low-level ounts are his people! He''s deliberately getting us to kill them so we get more Evil Value!"


    Despite Naoko realizing the trap, Kitagawa and the others, desperate to recover their losses, were already red-eyed with rage and continued killing.


    Their Evil Value quickly soared over a thousand, turning their names a deep crimson.


    "Such naive UJ yers." Orson received news that Naoko and her group had fallen into his trap, and he couldn''t help but feel amused. This girl was so easy to fool.


    ording to Infinite Dimensions'' rules, when a high-level yer kills a low-level yer with a level gap greater than 15, the Evil Value penalty would be multiplied by five.


    This penalty was second only to the punishment for killing NPCs.


    Orson''s Evil Value had already surpassed the sky, reaching an unprecedented 700,000 Evil Value.


    But with the title "Bloodthirsty Butcher," it didn''t matter. No matter how much he farmed his Evil Value, it would reset every time he was killed, with all his equipment dropping.


    This was the ultimate "the more, the merrier" strategy.


    But for these Thousand Hands yers,


    once their Evil Value became too high, all their drops¡ªequipment, gold, experience¡ªwould be significantly increased.


    Seeing that the time was right, Orson restored some of his mana and stood up again.


    His staff swung, and the Song of Death yed!

 Chapter 186 186: Why Choose to Be a Puppet?

    "Celestial Descent."


    The magic Dragon Curse transformed!


    The me Dragon!


    The magic grew three times in size!


    In Sakura District, the explosions rang out one after another. In the blink of an eye, over 400 red-named yers from Thousand Hands were obliterated.


    The loot that fell was overwhelming. Various items glimmered, creating a scene reminiscent of a treasure vault opening.


    "Log off frombat!"


    A massive barrage of magic attacks bombarded Sakura District. Naoko''s face went pale as she struggled to stay calm.


    Charles: "Log off? No way. Who was the idiot who killed me earlier? Eat my arrow!"


    Lauren: "What''s with running? I just picked up a legendary item, and I haven''t even made back the server costs yet. You''re not going anywhere!"


    Kitagawa and the others were stunned. These low-level ounts, wielding level 10 trash weapons, were nowunching a counterattack against them, the first-tier yers of the UJ district?


    Lauren: "Hey, are you the leader of the Thousand Hands Guild? I''m the president of Bright Gxy Guild, and honestly, you look pretty ugly."


    Lauren: "Tsk tsk, at first nce, your makeup looks clean and pure, but if you look closely, you''re just an old hag. Don''t tell me you''re a shemale?"


    Naoko was stunned. She was hailed as a once-in-a-century beauty by Japanese media, yet now a level 12 female swordsman wasing right up to her and using her ultimate move?


    "You... you''re not even beautiful!" Naoko, despite her poise, was at a loss for words. She could only blush and lose herposure, raising her staff to cast a Holy Light spell, sending Lauren flying.


    Naokold was also marked with red.


    "Come on! I''m not done yet! Let me try to beat your ancestors again!"


    "Ayo, try me, try me! Don''t run!" Charles and the others kept shouting as they died, enjoying the chaos. They mocked and taunted, while using their trash weapons to harass the Thousand Hands yers, forcing them intobat mode.


    This forced many of the Thousand Hands yers to be unable to log off, and those who tried to force a logout were left stuck, unable to move. They had no choice but to face Orson''s long-range destruction.


    The chaossted for ten minutes, and Sakura District became a scorched earth. Even though the main city could self-repair, under Orson''s continuous AOE attacks, the repair speed slowed to a crawl.


    A massive amount of high-quality equipment dropped from Thousand Hands, including over thirty legendary items and an astonishing 400+ hero items.


    Such heavy losses sent Naoko into a breakdown. She couldn''t figure out how to report this back to her higher-ups.


    Her own 30-level legendary gear was lost, along with three legendary pieces of armor and arge sum of gold, all thanks to Lauren''s mocking.


    "I... request a ceasefire!"


    A trembling voice finally sounded in the regional channel.


    Naoko''s face turned ashen, and she appeared in front of Orson, looking utterly defeated. "I... I represent the Thousand Hands Guild and agree to pay the Tithe."


    "Say it louder, I didn''t hear you." Orson said calmly, his gaze cold and piercing.


    Naoko felt her heart skip a beat. The man before her was of average height, but his eyes were sharp like des, making it impossible to look him in the eye.


    He resembled a demon from hell¡ªno, not a regr yer, but a ruthless executioner from the Infinite Dimensions world. A butcher. A killer.


    Most yers saw Infinite Dimensions as an epoch-making game, treating it with a mindset of y and entertainment.


    But this man in front of her¡­ Naoko felt like he wasn''t a yer at all. He felt like a powerful NPC, one who would crush his enemies at any cost. Everything he said was serious. This wasn''t just some game attitude.


    "What did you say?" Naoko hesitated, still unable to fully understand Orson''s words.


    SirLagsALot: "You can''t even afford a global megaphone, and you''re saying you have sincerity?"


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    Naoko: "I... I need to consult with the higher-ups. Please forgive me, I''m sorry."


    She nodded and bowed repeatedly to Orson, clearly attempting to log off.


    Orson smiled yfully.


    Acknowledging the mistake without paying the price¡ªthis was the ssic tactic of the UJ yers. A stubborn refusal to back down!


    "You can''t leave." Orson said bluntly. Dealing with people like her required being even more ruthless, more aggressive.


    "Thousand Hands Guild might escape for a while, but I can guarantee that every hour, I''ll be sweeping your guild again," Orson said calmly.


    SirLagsALot: "Hahaha, I''ll just stream every hour."


    Orson made a gesture, summoning The me Dragon. His staff shone brightly.


    UJ yers were fond of self-destructive acts, and Orson wouldn''t make the same mistake again. He could use forced discement and knockback skills to interrupt any attempts at self-suicide.


    Naoko''s expression changed between uncertainty and anger. She began contacting reinforcements in the channel.


    Thousand Hands had up to eight S-tier professionals and a top 50 ranked powerhouse like Shimoji.


    However, since Orson began destroying Sakura District, Shimoji, Kawakita, and the others hadn''t appeared.


    "They''re ignoring you, aren''t they?" Orson spotted through her movements in an instant.


    Naoko felt a chill down her spine. With a forced calmness, she said, "As you said, they''re not online."


    Orson smiled at her. "It''s not a coincidence they''re not online. They saw I''m here, and they don''t think it''s worth rescuing you."


    "I''m the leader of the Thousand Hands Guild!" Naoko clearly understood the implication but still held onto a sliver of hope.


    "No, you''re a sacrificial pawn. To be exact, they''ve stopped betting on you," Orson''s words cut deep. He raised his hand, directing her attention to Sakura District, still slowly repairing itself.


    This was her "achievement."


    Two thousand people in her guild, and nearly every single one had been tricked into bing red-named. Gear and items dropped one after another. And they fought without any ability to fight back.


    In essence, Naoko was just an ordinary yer with some luck and the ability tomand. If it weren''t for the powerful S-tier summoner, she would have never risen to the position of guild leader.


    Naoko''s mental defenses shattered. She continued nodding desperately, her voice shaking: "I... I don''t know what to do. I''m really sorry."


    Kitagawa: "Naoko, we only ept a ceasefire, not being enved! The guild will not support any decision you make!"


    Sabalu: "Wait until Shimoji-samaes back. If they don''t ept a ceasefire, we''ll just force a logout and die again!"


    Several Thousand Hands guild members stood up to speak, rejecting Naoko''s im that she agreed to the Tithe.


    "No matter what promises she made to you, we can''t make any decisions yet."


    Kitagawa walked forward, followed by Charles, who was still shooting arrows at him.


    Charles: "Don''t even think about running. You killed me three times! When have I ever taken this kind of insult? Ask Orgod¡ªdidn''t I once call him out and tell him to his face..."


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    ...


    Charles fired a barrage of arrows, nearly no damage, but the insult was ridiculous.


    "Bastard!" Kitagawa was furious, but he had no way of dealing with Charles, this persistent pest.@@novelbin@@


    Kitagawa: "If we need to negotiate, then wait until after the Monster Siege!"


    With a sly grin, Kitagawa left. ording to his intel, tomorrow would be a disastrous day for the Godyer Guild. At that point, even the US Triple Crown winner would have no way out.


    In that case, any talk of negotiations would be pointless.


    "In this world, strength is everything."


    Orson ignored Kitagawa''s words, his eyes moving to the hesitant Naoko.


    Kitagawa furrowed his brows and said to Naoko: "If you agree, I believe you''re no longer fit to be the guild leader."


    "I... haven''t done anything wrong." Naoko''s eyes sparkled with tears, but she shot Kitagawa a defiant look.


    This UJ girl was incredibly naive. With Yamata no Orochi at her side, she had foolishly defined herself as the guild mascot.


    She was too soft-hearted to kill? Too weak to control the guild?


    "You have the potential to eliminate them. Why choose to be a puppet?"


    "You''re the guild leader. Can they really force you out?" Orson smiled faintly, his mind games in full swing.


    "Naoko!"


    Kitagawa saw the situation worsening and noticed Naoko holding a global megaphone item.


    His brows furrowed as he drew his bow and locked onto Naoko.


    The UJ district yers couldn''t afford to lose face!


    And the parentpany of Thousand Hands would never ept such an insult!


    Orson, however, seemed to ignore it all, his voice light as he said: "Crush those who defy you. Then, you''ll have enough power to talk to me on equal terms."


    Suddenly, an eerie surge of magic elements erupted, and a massive, terrifying figure took shape behind Naoko.


    Eight monstrous heads snarled!


    SirLagsALot: "Uh


    oh! She''s dyed the summoning cooldown!"

 Chapter 187 187: Plundering You, What Does It Have to Do with Me?

    "Well done, Naoko. Your dy tactics were very effective!"


    Kitagawa stopped his skill, a smug grin spreading across his face.


    "Thank goodness, Yamata no Orochi has returned! We won''t be tortured any longer!"


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    "Everyone, protect Naoko! With her, we can''t lose!"


    The once downcast Thousand Hands Guild was instantly reinvigorated. Given the monstrous stats of Yamata no Orochi, even the US Triple Crown winner would inevitably lose!@@novelbin@@


    This time, they were ready to use their lives to shield Naoko and protect the ace of their guild, Yamata no Orochi!


    "Infernal Fire Sea."


    "Ninth Heaven me Prison."


    Naoko lowered her head, her beautiful face darkened by a brooding expression, tinged with a trace of madness.


    The fire-breathing snake heads hissed as they unleashed powerful A-rank fire magic in rapid session.


    "yer Naoko has exited thebat group."


    A notification popped up before all the Thousand Hands guild members. What did this sudden exit mean?!


    Was she about to face the US Sorcerer in a fair one-on-one battle?


    At this critical moment, to not rely on the strength of the guild and solve the problem together? This was the most foolish decision!


    "Naoko... are you insane? What are you doing?" Kitagawa''s eyes widened.


    The tidal surge of fire elements roared again, but the target was... the Thousand Hands guild members.


    Naoko: "Orson, I agree with you. I do have the strength to be a leader. Why should I remain a puppet? That''s unfair."


    The members of the Thousand Hands guild were dumbfounded.


    Even if they were burned alive by Yamata no Orochi, they still couldn''t believe that Naoko, the guild leader of one of the top three guilds in the UJ district, would betray them!


    SirLagsALot: "Oh wow, thank you! Your eloquence is wasted if you don''t be a scam artist!"


    "I just lit a little spark deep inside her. She''s really too na?ve, but she''s also smart enough to realize it," Orson smirked, the corners of his mouth lifting.


    The demon smiled at his follower.


    "That little spark... is it lust?" SirLagsALot grinned with his teeth showing, and Orson pped him across the head.


    "I am the leader of the Thousand Hands Guild! An SS-ranked summoner from the UJ district. If anyone disagrees with my decisions, you can leave the guild right now!"


    Naoko''s cold voice rang out, and Kitagawa and the others could barely believe their eyes.


    What kind of sorcerer was this man, capable of twisting her sopletely?


    In just a few minutes, Naoko seemed like apletely different person.


    Orson wasn''t surprised by the chaos unfolding in the Thousand Hands guild.


    As the world''s first SS-ranked hidden-ss yer, her ambition had been growing wildly since she awakened her ss.


    Long controlled by a financial syndicate behind the scenes, the core members of her guild had overshadowed her authority. On critical matters, she was powerless to make decisions.


    Though she had the power tomand, she never had the courage to take a stand.


    But Orson''s appearance had awoken something in her.


    In this game, as long as you were strong enough, you could do whatever you wanted!


    Naoko realized that with her SS-ranked status, she could rally countless powerful yers to her side. She wasn''t afraid of Kitagawa or any other expert leaving the guild.


    Even if the financial syndicates in the real world forced her to leave the guild, she would have other conglomerates extending olive branches to her.


    "Who else wants to die? Step forward." Naoko spoke arrogantly. With Yamata no Orochi on her side, she feared no threats except the man in front of her.


    Kitagawa and the others were speechless, but none of them dared to leave the guild.


    "Wait until Shimojies back! He''ll make you pay! Don''t forget, your battle power rank isn''t higher than his!" Kitagawa spat out in a low, menacing tone.


    "And me?"


    Orson said nonchntly, and Kitagawa immediately shut up, his face twisting as if he had swallowed something bitter.


    Naoko''s lips curled into a faint smile. This man was her greatest support.


    Naoko had tasted the sweetness of power, and she was already addicted to it.


    "I represent the Thousand Hands Guild. From this day forward, we will pay the Tithe to the Godyer guild."


    Not long after, a global announcement shocked yers across the US and UJ districts.


    "Thousand Hands Guild has been forced to submit! Orgod single-handedly made them surrender!"


    "Damn, this is too cruel. ying an online game and having to pay taxes? Orgod really knows how to get things done!"


    "Who''s still saying SS Summoners are invincible? I''ll beat them with a p!"


    "Hahaha, this is amazing!"


    The US district world channel exploded.


    In SirLagsALot''s livestream, the viewers who witnessed Naoko''s betrayal flooded the chat with gifts and donations, overwhelming SirLagsALot.


    "We... seem to be getting ruled now. Is the Yamato n going to fall apart?"


    "One man has ughtered tens of thousands of yers. Thank God this is just a game!"


    "Dragon Empire, invincible Sorcerer, divine might eternal!"


    "Strong yers should rule the weak. This is an eternal truth. I want to ask, can I join the guild across servers now?"


    Meanwhile, the UJ district was also in chaos. Many yers found themselves in despair. No one had expected this oue, and no one could ept such a cruel reality.


    "Damn, is he really ying the game like this? I thought the Thousand Hands Guild couldst at least ten hours."


    Madman cursed inwardly as he watched Naoko''s "surrender deration." It took Orgod just over an hour to conquer the UJ district.


    "Anyone who steps into the mining area will die!"


    Madman sat with his legs propped up at the entrance of the Serene Mine as countless UJ district yers'' corpsesy around him.


    He had beaten down the mid-sized guild Rampaging Team, iming control of the small Soul Essence Stone mine.


    "That mine now belongs to Madman. Tell your leaders toe here if they want to talk," Stewart added after clearing out the enemies.


    Immediately, the assassin group headed toward two neighboring mines, repeating the process of ruthless attacks.


    With Stewart''s support, the assassin group members had their attributes boosted by 110%, making it easy to defeat the UJ yers with just a couple of strikes.


    After repeatedly sweeping through the mines, forcing three guild leaders to step forward, they "cooperatively" agreed to pay the Tithe.


    They weren''t cowards, but there was no way out. The shadow of the dragon that passed overhead made them too scared to resist.


    The Thousand Hands Guild had already surrendered, so what could a smaller guild of five to six hundred members say?


    "Iron Cavalry: "Oh yeah! We''re almost done here too. It''s so boring. We were having fun killing them, but they just gave up so suddenly."


    "Absolute Kid: "Aren''t you supposed to be the first MT? You''ve already used all your jetpacks. How dare youin?"


    "Iron Cavalry: "I''ve never used that kind of strange thing before. I just wanted to try it out, what''s the big deal?"


    The knights ran into trouble while sweeping arge mine, encountering six different guilds with over a thousand yers.


    However, with the help of the flying backpacks, they managed to quickly escape encirclements and counterattack.


    Eventually, Thousand Men KillerMoney Traveler, Ruby, and Wild Gale dropped in, air-dropping their gear right into the heart of the enemy DPS formations, ripping them apart from the inside.


    The most unexpected part was Naoko, riding Yamata no Orochi, leading a group of two hundred elite yers who were willing to follow her orders.


    After a storm of magic attacks, the battle quickly lost any suspense.


    "AV Guild announces that it will pay the Tithe to the Godyer guild. Please show mercy, USSorcerer!"


    "Tokyo Guild announces the same to the Godyer guild... Triple Crown winner, divine might evesting!"


    The mes of war continued well into the night. Thirteen mines were controlled by different factions, all of which announced their Tithe submission to the Godyer guild. The entire UJ district world channel was filled with wailing.


    At this point, more than half of the mines in the UJ district had fallen under the control of Godyer.


    Compared to the hostile actions of UJ district yers entering the US district, their efforts seemed childish whenpared to Orgod''s dominance.


    This was true plunder and exploitation!


    Of course, the guild leaders weren''t fools. Rather than being repeatedly attacked by Orson and the others, losing equipment and being forced to pay taxes, they figured the Tithe wasn''t a huge loss.


    After weighing the pros and cons, they agreed to the terms, hoping that Orgod and his group would lose to NPC armies.


    Even if they were forced to join the mission to take down Godyer, they just needed Orgod to fall, and Godyer would no longer be able to cause chaos.

 Chapter 188 188: Im Sorry for Making You Feel That Way

    Charles: "Reportplete, please continue the flight!"


    The dust settled, and Orson received the equipment sent by Charles.


    As previously agreed, the legendary items dropped by the Thousand Hands Guild would go to him, while items below the Heroic grade would be taken by the Bright Gxy Guild (UJ district).


    The Bright Gxy Guild would serve as the tax collectors for Godyer in the UJ district. All guilds that had a "good cooperation" with Orson would have their Tithe collected by them.


    Lauren: "The Tithe for the first week is all here¡ª12,000 Soul Essence Stones, 50,000 basic materials for potions, 100,000 bundles of furs..."


    With the current market price of 20 gold coins per Soul Essence Stone, this batch was worth 240,000 gold coins.


    As the first-tier yers entered the 40¨C50 level range, demand for Soul Essence Stones would soar, and their price would rise to around 80 gold per stone.


    This meant that this batch of stones alone was worth almost one billion gold.


    "Only 12,000?"


    Orson frowned when he heard this number.


    Though it seemed like a lot, it wasn''t really when you considered that there weren''t many yers who could gather a team to mine and withstand high-level elite monster attacks.


    Moreover, whenrge guilds mined, the first priority was to satisfy the miners themselves when it came to the ownership of the Soul Essence Stones.


    The guilds could only collect a portion of the output as a protection fee.


    In reality, the Soul Essence Stones thatnded in the guild''s hands would be around 20¨C30% of the total output.


    Orson''s Tithe was set to take 10% of the miners'' total output.@@novelbin@@


    This nearly ounted for half of the guilds'' total earnings.


    But even so, with more than ten mining zones and the 10% yield, only 12,000 Soul Essence Stones was much less than Orson had estimated.


    Lauren: "It is indeed less than expected. Our analysts estimate that there''s a shortfall of around 5,000 to 6,000 stones."


    "I understand. They need to be pressed harder," Orson smiled calmly.


    This was a normal situation. Many small guilds were still waiting for him to be taken down by the NPC army.


    With the war on the horizon, these guild leaders had calcted that he was too busy to check this issue right now, so they were hiding some of the numbers to minimize their losses.


    Besides, only the Thousand Hands Guild had been forced into submission by Orson in the UJ district.


    The other guilds likely still harbored hopes of turning to other top guilds once Orson was gone.


    Charles: "Burn them for three days and nights, and they''ll behave."


    Lauren: "I fully agree with that, but my suggestion is to first establish a solid foothold."


    Orson nodded in agreement, then disbanded the group chat.


    Seizing the Soul Essence Stone veins was just the first step. The real work was in steady progress, taking it one bite at a time.


    Global Announcement: "Lord Cain of Pondenorlin City will lead his army to the first battlefield in two hours!"


    "Please, all members of the Godyer guild, prepare for battle!"


    Global Announcement: "The base battlefield will enter a danger mode in two hours. The protection for guild base ownership will be lifted, and experience point penalties for death will be doubled. Guild base ownership protection will be temporarily disabled!"


    "All guilds will receive an invitation to participate. Whether to join the battle will be decided by the guild leader. Please make sure to prepare for the fierce battle!"


    As the announcement echoed across the region, the world channel went silent for a few seconds.


    Extras 80: "They''re here! The Godyer guild is being pushed to the edge!"


    Extras 717: "What? Does this mean guilds canpete for the Celestial Fortress?"


    Extras 3218: "Hahaha, Celestial Fortress? Do you think Orgod is messing around after conquering the Thousand Hands Guildst night?"


    "Ding-dong¡ª"


    "You have received an invitation!"


    At the ughter Guild base. Enjoy exclusive chapters from My Virtual Library Empire


    ughter Spree looked at their leader, Demon Emperor, with a glint of eagerness in his eyes: "Did you get it? Boss, should we fight?"


    ughter Spree: "This is an SSR opportunity! ording to the intel from the UJ district, Orson''s attackst night pissed off all the major factions. I think the UJ district will send everyone they''ve got! This is our chance!"


    nk, who had just finished executing aplexbo on a training dummy, suddenly stopped. She gave ughter Spree a nk stare, as if he were a fool: "Have you ever not had an SSR opportunity? Do you remember what happened outside Saint Maiden City?"


    Ulysses nced back at nk, ignoring her. He continued: "Perhaps we can wait and see, enter the battlefield as allies, and see the situation before making our move."


    "I agree with the vice-leader," said one of the core members. "Otherrge guilds will definitely participate, and we, the ughter Guild, have no reason not to step in."


    "Exactly, exactly! We have nk with us, so even if Orson is strong at range, once he gets close, he''s dead!"


    Several core members immediately voiced their opinions. They had long been envious of the mysterious Celestial Fortress.


    Rumor had it that Orson''s power came from the hidden treasures within that fortress, and the basebyrinth had even dropped some terrifying anti-magic equipment.


    Demon Emperor slowly raised his eyes, his face cold as he red at Ulysses and the others. He sneered: "You want me to fight alongside the UJ district yers? Or are you asking me to betray my own people?"


    Ulysses and the others froze, not knowing how to respond.


    nk narrowed her eyes and nced at Demon Emperor. Beneath her mask, a hint of relief appeared on her face. She thought to herself, "K.D wasn''t wrong to value him."


    "But wherever there''s a battle, there will be a ughter!"


    "Allbatants prepare! Kill!"


    Demon Emperor stood, his imposing figure towering over everyone around him. ck magic runes circled him, and he looked like a war god risen from the rivers of blood.


    "Divine-grade Soul Seal: Ancient Demon''s Corpse," nk murmured to herself.


    In the time that the Godyer guild had grown, the ughter Guild had also been rapidly expanding.


    At a ce known as the ck Fortress, Demon Emperor and his guild had lost over 3,000 members and dropped an average of 3 levels, but after paying a huge price of millions in gold, he had obtained the divine-grade Soul Seal.


    Meanwhile, in a five-star presidential suite in Baiguo City.


    "I''ve given you everything, my dear."


    Wedge smiled seductively, her skin as white as snow, exuding sensuality and grace.


    "Cough... too bad I can''t see you. I hate myself," Drunken Dream shook his head.


    He stood up, pulled up his pants, put on his shoes, and left in a smooth, efficient motion.


    He left without hesitation, no dragging things out.


    "Leaving already? Don''t you want...?" Wedge''s voice trailed off in a seductiveugh.


    Drunken Dream''s heart raced, thinking, "If I don''t go to hell, who will?" He had been acting for so long.


    He had gotten drunk in a bar hours ago, and now he found himself here. Even though he was blind, he could still judge whether a woman was beautiful by touch.


    He had already drunk, and now everything was set. What could he do?


    "I have something to doter. I need to get back to the game," Drunken Dream muttered.


    He had just learned about the "invitation," and being someone''s super agent, he needed to prepare.


    "Are you hiding something from me?" Wedge''s voice softened as she gently wrapped her arms around him from behind.


    "Huh? No..." Drunken Dream stiffened.


    Wedge''s eyes flickered with a cold gleam as she whispered in his ear: "Are you going to betray me, my dear?"


    Drunken Dream''s heart skipped a beat. Since Orson had started taxing the UJ district, Wedge had be increasingly suspicious of him.


    Drunken Dream knew Wedge was no simple woman. She had figured something out but still seduced him into getting drunk.


    That meant she had confidence in keeping him under control.


    Since Orson had made Drunken Dream an undercover agent, Wedge had already stationed people nearby to monitor him. She was great at disguise and patience. Even though the coordinates for the ancient teleportation circle and the UJ district alliance had been exposed, she never confronted Drunken Dream directly.


    If Orson could make Drunken Dream an undercover agent, Wedge could turn him into her pawn.


    "You''re going to join the battle, right? And be on the opposite side of me," Wedgeughed softly, her tone devoid of any me.


    Dr


    unken Dream''s face shed a moment of panic, but for some reason, the more Wedge acted like this, the more he felt conflicted. He murmured, "You''re no match for him. In Infinite Dimensions, he''s not even human anymore."


    Wedge''s lips brushed his ear as she whispered: "I might lose on my own, but with you, with the Xien family and the Silver Dragon''s help, we can control our own fate."


    Drunken Dream felt a wave of irritation rise within him. He shook his head, grabbed his cane, and was about to leave.


    "I made you feel something, didn''t I? If so, I''m sorry," Wedge''s soft voice lingered in the air as Drunken Dream rushed out the door, his heart in turmoil.

 Chapter 189 189: Clue for the Heavenly Spirits Right Eye

    Outside the Purple Thunder Fortress.


    "Damn, such a huge red name, and acting so arrogantly? He dares to stroll in front of the guards? Doesn''t he fear death?"


    "Grab the loot! Quick! This red name is a big idiot!"


    "Grab your own stuff, damn it¡­ Don''t you see that''s Orson? If you want to die, don''t drag me down with you!"


    The surrounding yers, who were grinding and hunting monsters, all gathered around.


    It wasn''t until someone recognized the red name as Orson that they quickly dispersed, running off at top speed!


    There were countless warnings from the past proving that the man in front of them was an expert at baiting others into trouble.


    If you stared at the food on his te, he would flip the table and smash your bowl.


    The video of Orson''s massacre of the Thousand Hands Guildst night had already spread across the inte.


    One of the top guilds in the UJ region was publicly humiliated and had been crushed by him, with an SS-level summoner directly turned into a traitor.


    Who would dare provoke someone like that now?


    "How ridiculous,st time I only had 2,000 criminal points and the guards chased me into the dungeon, yet they''re doing nothing to him?"


    "Damn it, what''s this game? Isn''t this cheating? Where the hell did he buy his hacks?"


    A group of yers were left confused, checking Orson''s basic profile. His criminal points had surpassed 700,000, leaving thempletely stunned.


    What kind of heinous deeds must one havemitted to umte such a high criminal score?


    What was even stranger was the ambiguous attitude of the guards at the Purple Thunder Fortress gates. They were very cautious in their gaze toward Orson, but no NPC took any immediate action.


    "Heretic, we don''t wee you here!" The head of the guards barked, trying to drive Orson away.


    Orson gave a faint smile and said, "The city''s barrier is already set up. Do you think this will stop me?"


    "Adventurer, the Witch does not wish to meet you. Please leave," a deep voice boomed from within the city.


    "Damn it! Is this crazy? Another poisonous rain? This city guardian is seriously sick!"


    "It hurts... I''m not even here to watch, why is this happening?"


    The purple raindrops began to fall, and hundreds of yers started smoking as they cursed, every few days being inexplicably tormented by this.


    With 2,000+ damage per second, the healing capabilities of priests were greatly reduced, forcing yers to scatter in panic.


    Orson knew that Crocodile Dragon wasn''t trying to kill, just trying to drive the yers away. Explore hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire


    Otherwise, with the poison mist''s power, these yers would have turned into wandering souls in the blink of an eye.


    Yeah, the old turtle just didn''t want to lose face in front of the yers.


    Even though the city''s barrier had beenpleted, Crocodile Dragon''s methods were so overpowered that it couldn''t be guaranteed to block Orson from meeting the Witch.


    It turned out Crocodile Dragon had been right in his judgment.


    The city barrier was indeed solid, but with 2 billion health, it couldn''tpare to the monstrous strength of a Dragon King-level barrier.


    With Berenice''s space maniption bug, Orson could easily steal the cornerstone of their barrier, it would just take a little time.


    "You misunderstood, old turtle. I''m not asking her to meet me. I''m asking her toe and see me. Please understand the priorities," Orson chuckled lightly.


    "You... arrogant!" Crocodile Dragon almost spat blood in anger. The poisonous mist turned into a toxic dragon, rushing toward Orson.@@novelbin@@


    "Kill me once, and I''ll ughter your entire city." Orson''s gaze turned cold as he gripped the Heavenfire Staff tightly.


    "Step back."


    A lightmand rang out, and the massive poisonous dragon quickly dispersed. A figure emerged from the purple mist.


    It was none other than the true ruler of Purple Thunder Fortress, the Witch.


    "I don''t have much time. Let''s make it quick. Why does your brother''s pendant have the Divine Soul Essence that can unlock a Super God-grade Soul Seal?" Orson asked directly.


    The sudden announcement of the Wind and Cloud Ranking had thrown off his ns, and when he went to find the Witch, she had been avoiding him.


    Thus, he had to take measures to force the Witch out and ask the questions he needed answered.


    "I know what you''re asking. I saw in the prophecy that someone gave you three gifts. Now you want the second one, right?" The Witch said calmly.


    Orson''s eyes sharpened as he forced back the shock in his heart.


    He hadn''t expected the Witch to have seen the illusions he had witnessed in reality. This made him feel a chill run down his spine.


    The "Prophet" setting in Infinite Dimensions was mysterious, and many yers had studied it for years without understanding its rules.


    Sometimes you could get a simple yet highly cost-effective quest from the Prophet.


    Other times,pleting a high-difficulty quest would only reward you with a few copper coins, leaving yers puzzled.


    A few lucky yers had obtained Epic Rank or higher Soul Seals through the Prophet''s guidance.


    However, most just receivedmon or lower-tier Soul Seals, which were essentially trash.


    In the end, epting a quest from the Prophet was essentially gambling with your life.


    "Since you know, then give me the clue." Orson said coldly, clearly ufortable with the feeling of not being able to see through the Witch.


    The Witch replied, "But you already have the second gift. Why are you still asking me?"


    Orson froze for a moment. Despite the Witch wearing a red hood, he could feel that she was smiling¡ªmore precisely, she was secretly amused.


    He had already obtained the second gift?


    Orson quietly spected on the meaning behind her words. ording to the setting for the Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye, this was a Soul Seal that surpassed even God-grade.


    At the same time, the task to obtain the other two Soul Seals was so difficult that it reached a suffocating "Legendary" difficulty.


    So that''s how it was... so easy to obtain.


    "Interesting, are you ying a riddle game with me?"


    Orson''s expression changed, and his lips curled into a smile as he muttered to himself, "Alright then, if you''re not going to exin clearly, I''ll just think the Purple Thunder Fortress isn''t well-decorated and I''ll burn it down and rebuild it at my own convenience."


    The Witch''s face froze. After dealing with such a shameless adventurer, she had suffered before.


    Who wouldn''t be rmed when someone tried to tear off your clothes and stare at your face on the first encounter?


    Ding-dong¡ª


    "You have received a hidden quest clue about the Heavenly Spirit''s Right Eye."


    "Difficulty: Legendary."


    Orson''s eyes shed with excitement as he grinned. "You should''ve been so cooperative from the start. As for whether I''ll burn down your ce... I''ll think about it."


    Crocodile Dragon: "Adventurer, your celebration is premature. I told you, you''re not qualified yet."


    Orson ignored the old turtle''s words and opened the quest list to check.


    "Quest clue location: Celestial Fortress Emperor''s Pce."


    "Required toplete the pre-requisite quest: Unlock the Emperor''s Seal."


    "Level requirement: 50."


    Orson furrowed his brow. No wonder the Witch said he had already obtained the second gift.


    It turned out the Super God-grade Soul Seal had always been hidden within the Celestial Fortress.


    But as before, each key area of the Celestial Fortress required a specific level to explore.


    Thus, his exploration of Celestial Fortress had been put on hold.


    "Level 50 required... the fortress engine also needs level 50."


    Orson was a bit stuck. His current level was 45, the highest in the world.


    But every time he leveled up, the experience required for the next level increased by four times.


    Even if he mindlessly grinded monsters, it would take at least 10 to 15 days to reach level 50.


    Orson thought to himself, still feeling that something wasn''t right.


    In his past life, Usher controlled the Celestial Fortress, but even though he was the top yer in the US, his Soul Seal was only at the God-level, not Super God-grade.


    This meant that obtaining a Super God-grade Soul Seal came with even more difficult conditions or tasks.


    Now, with the NPC army and yer coalition preparing tounch an attack on Celestial Fortress, Orson knew the stakes were high.


    If the Celestial Fortress was taken down, he would lose not just a flying fortress, but the Super God-grade Soul Seal. The loss would be unbearable.


    "Wait a minute, there''s a loophole here!"


    "It doesn''t say it must be a yer to unlock the Emperor''s Seal!"


    Orson''s eyes suddenly lit up as a bold n formed in his mind.


    "Want the Celestial Fortress, huh? I''ll just give it to you!" Orson''s


    lips curled into a wicked smile, waiting for the pawns to fall into his trap.

 Chapter 191 191: Business Warfare is Always Plain and Simple

    "Family, I''ve missed you all so much today!"


    "Everyone, calm down, I''ll be bringing you the first-person live broadcast from Godyer Guild in three minutes! Make sure to click the little heart button!"


    SirLagsALot stood in front of the camera, live-streaming in real-time. Behind him, the first battlefield, Bone Dragon Stronghold, was visible.


    Godyer Tourist Group 01: "Hold on a second."


    SirLagsALot, with the "Godyer" tag above his head, had officially be a member of Godyer Guild, even bringing in some colleagues to join as well. Now, he was the human megaphone for promoting the guild''s image.


    "What''s going on? We''re starting soon, don''t f***ing waste my time!"


    SirLagsALot was a bit annoyed and quickly pulled the camera off him to focus on the Bone Dragon Stronghold.


    Tourist 2: "The traffic''s off. We had over 3 million viewers when we were selling snacks earlier, but now that the big battle is about to start, we''re stuck at 4 million+ viewers?"


    SirLagsALot froze for a moment: "Are we being throttled by the streaming tform?"


    Several colleagues frowned and nodded, then one said, "The US Esports Association is also live-streaming, and they''re taking control of the narrative. They''re talking shit, and their viewer count is several times ours!"


    "Dammit! Does Infinite Dimensions'' operations team want to die or something?" SirLagsALot cursed as he opened the esports stream.


    The online viewer count there had reached 30 million, while Godyer had invested 10 million in traffic, and still, their viewers were so low.


    The Infinite Dimensions livestream was managed by the official promotional department, and the tform could only take a smallmission from that.


    From SirLagsALot''s professional perspective, something shady was going on.


    Commentator Saami: "Wee to the Godyer War livestream!"


    Commentator TKONE: "Godyer Guild has been performing very stronglytely. Though their chances are slim, they''ve definitely caught the attention of global yers, especially from the UJ region..."


    After saying that, the malementator smiled meaningfully. The femalementator continued, "For sure. The presence of Godyer''s Guild Leader has, in some ways, negatively affected the game environment."


    Commentator TKONE: "Haha, that''s right, after all, he has a history."@@novelbin@@


    Commentator TKONE: "Some of you are asking why we aren''t mentioning his name. I can''t say much here, but let''s just say, those who know, know."


    Saami: "Yes, he''s been involved in some improper actions with Godyer''s Guild Leader across servers, which might cause issues for the rtions between China and Japan."


    TKONE: "Our association has also received multiple jointints from UJ region guilds. Unfortunately... Godyer''s Guild Leader is no longer under our jurisdiction." Discover hidden tales at My Virtual Library Empire


    The twomentatorsughed sarcastically, and their tone made SirLagsALot and his team seethe with anger.


    In the livestream''s chat, the trolls came out in full force, calling Orson all sorts of insults like "Fake Match King" and "Easy Target Dog."


    Anyone who tried to defend Orson immediately got muted andbeled with names like "50-cent army" or "U-shaped lock."


    Tourist 2: "Uh-oh, fans are saying they can''t find our livestream."


    Tourist 1: "Bullshit! The viewer count is still dropping!"


    "I''ll make a call!"


    SirLagsALot, furious, made a phone call to the deputy general manager of the official operations team.


    "Are you f***ing serious, Director Zhou? We paid you, and you throttle our traffic?"


    "Uh... I''m sorry, the esports association has put too much pressure on us. They want exclusive rights for this battle for the stronghold."


    "Go die! Too much pressure? Or did they offer you more money?"


    SirLagsALot had a short temper and immediately cursed, leading to an argument between the two.


    When the viewer count continued to fall, SirLagsALot hung up and reported the situation to Orson.


    Orson: "US Esports Association... It''s normal. They''ve pulled this stunt before."


    Orson, with a smirk, continued, "The esports association has long been funded by the UJ Golden Crown Consortium. That consortium controls several major guilds, including SSR and Thousand Hands. Since I single-handedly crushed Thousand Hands, it''s only natural that they''d attack and mock me in their broadcasts. It''s to be expected."


    SirLagsALot: "So what should we do? The numbers aren''t going up; how can I promote like this?"


    Orson, calmly: "I''ll make a call. You just continue your stream."


    He had already achieved his goal: first ce on the leaderboards, single-handedly killing the Thousand Hands guild. Now, it was time for Radiant Shuttle to do their part.


    "Orson? Aren''t you supposed to be busy? The siege is about to begin."


    K.D. said, surprised.


    Orson: "You y the game?"


    "Yeah, asionally."


    Orson was stunned. Considering K.D.''s poker face and serious demeanor, he never imagined that K.D. yed Infinite Dimensions too. Heughed and added, "What ss? Want me to take you out for some monster grinding?"


    "I''m a soldier ss, obviously. I''m better off charging straight ahead."


    K.D. added with a hint of amusement, "I''m almost level 35 now, working on my awakened ss skills."


    WTF!?


    Orson was shocked. K.D. was almost level 35 already? That would ce him in the top 200 of the leaderboard.


    Orson: "S-ss ss [Breaking Peak Blood Axe]?"


    When he saw K.D.''s ss, Orson nearly jumped out of his seat. He quickly searched for K.D. on the leaderboard and found his ID: "Military No Joking."


    The name was typical of someone born in the ''80s¡­


    "Wait, he''s Military No Joking?" Orson murmured to himself, now realizing the gravity of the situation. K.D. was one of the future top-tier experts and already in the upper-middle ranks.


    In the previous life, K.D.''s guild, Soul of Heroes, was a unique case. With 60,000 guild members, they had 10,000 priests, 10,000 knights, 10,000 thieves... Their structure was bizarrely bnced. Most members had B-rank professions, and their warriors were all sword-and-shield types, priests were all healing, and the knights were all holy pdins.


    Orson''s face changed. He suddenly remembered the old rumors about Soul of Heroes: "A proper army." This guild was incredibly low-key. Even their hard-core modes were kept under wraps, and not many knew their true strength.


    Orson realized that not only was he a reborn yer, but the government seemed to have already prepared for the crisis ahead.


    "By the way, what did you need from me?" K.D. asked, now with a much softer tone than when they first met.


    "Nothing major. Just help me handle the US Esports Association. They seem to have an issue with me, and it''s affecting my interests."


    "Yeah, I''m looking into it. The association isn''t clean. But you know how it is¡ªgoing through the proper channels takes time. As for temporarily blocking the livestream, that''s easy."


    "Alright, you do your thing. I''ll deal with the mess here."


    Orson hung up the phone.


    One minuteter, back in the esports association''s livestream:


    Commentator TKONE: "Big district announcement! The NPC army has a giant dragon on their side!"


    Commentator Saami: "Wow! The me Dragon Nest, Earth Dragon Nest, and the Light Dragon Empire''s tinum family are all here! Looks like the battle''s already decided, and other yers don''t even need to get involved!"


    Commentator TKONE: "Some people''s retributiones quickly. Don''t think temporary glory can erase past mistakes. Everyone, please watch closely¡­"


    Before TKONE could finish his sentence, the livestream screen suddenly went ck. He stared, dumbfounded.


    A huge message appeared on the screen: "This livestream has been suspended for viting tform rules!"

 Chapter 193 193: A Good Omen

    "Karenqin, this ce really has a beautiful view. So many purple flowers. I just want to spend my whole life with you in Infinite Dimensions."


    "Aichiwa, I feel the same. How about we see if we can make a baby in the game?"


    "Hey~ stop it! Who wants to make a baby with you..."


    On the peak of a mountain, a handsome guy and a beautiful girl were tangled up together, blushing as they gazed at the scenic valley below.


    "Wow! Look, a shooting star! Infinite Dimensions is amazing, we can see shooting stars even during the day!"


    The girl jumped up excitedly, pointing at a streak of light in the sky for her boyfriend to see.


    "Huh? Why would there be a shooting star in the middle of the day?" The male swordsman frowned, confused.


    Though unsure, he sped his hands together and muttered fervently, "God, please bless me tomorrow when I meet her offline. I hope she''s not a dinosaur... Please, this is the fifteenth failed meet-up!"


    Karenqin paused, looking at the sky with a puzzled expression. "Wait, the shooting star''s getting bigger... It looks like... it''s heading right toward us?"


    The male swordsman''s eyes widened in horror. "What the hell is that?! That''s not a shooting star! Someone''s casting a super-sized magic spell!"


    "Forbidden spell?" he murmured under his breath.


    Boom! The mountain ridge trembled violently, stones crumbled, and trees were torn apart. Countless rocks scattered in all directions, indiscriminately hitting everything in sight.


    "Damn... I''m so scared!" Karenqin screamed as she hurriedly hugged her boyfriend.


    The swordsman, already on edge, cursed the game developers a thousand times. "This game is cursed! Just the other day, while shopping with my girl, the damn tavern door randomly broke! Is this how it is now? Trying to hook up with a girl and getting hit by rocks?"


    Meanwhile, Orson observed the battle log with a frown. "I''ve done my best to avoid yer spawn points... How are there people here?" he muttered, puzzled.


    Shaking it off, he aimed his Dragon Curse and Celestial Descent skill straight into a cave entrance.


    Crit -240,000!


    Crit -240,000!


    -11,000!


    Smash damage -50,000!


    The cave ceiling copsed with a single hit, massive chunks of debris flying everywhere. Hundreds of dragon-type monsters fell like wheat under the scythe, overwhelmed by the brutal attack.


    But the ten Lord-ss Dragon Warriors barely survived the onught, letting out blood-curdling howls.


    "King''s Spear!"


    Ten golden spears rained down from the sky, aiming for Orson and his mount, Crimson Lizard King.


    "This range is a bit too far," Orson muttered, surprised. The spears reached even though Crimson Lizard King was a kilometer in the air. This was far beyond the usual monster range.


    "Think you can take me down with your barrage of spears?" Orson sneered. He swiftly adjusted the flying mount''s position.


    He knew that dealing with boss-level enemies required more than just standard tactics. These powerful bosses were often designed with unique mechanics. Once the King''s Spear locked onto a target, it wouldn''t stop until it had killed.


    Orson, remaining calm, didn''t attempt to dodge the iing spears.


    Instead, he ordered Crimson Lizard King to unleash a fearsome dragon roar and dived toward the ground, opening its massive maw to release its devastating breath.


    -30,000


    Crit -60,000!


    Just before crashing into the ground, Orson leaped off, using a jetpack to cushion his fall as he soared through the air.


    The God Emperor''s Earrings shone brightly, activating his spatial passage, and the golden spears missed their target, crashing into the monster horde below.


    Boom!


    Boom!


    Boom!


    Explosions rang out as dozens of dragon creatures were impaled by their own allies'' spears, causing massive chaos and destruction.


    Meanwhile, on the same peak where the couple had once stood, Orson looked down at the ground where two blue items and a few coins had dropped. He sighed in regret.


    "Such a mess," he muttered, feeling guilty for ruining their peaceful moment.


    "Who the hell just killed me? Show yourself and give me my gear back!" Aichiwa shouted furiously.


    "Who the hell is so disgusting? What kind of person randomly uses magic like that? You''re an embarrassment to us mages!" Karenqin shouted as well.


    Orson turned around in confusion, spotting the two figures riding toward him on horseback. It was the same couple from before.


    "Sorry, I didn''t mean to. I was just farming monsters," Orson said with an awkward grin, showing his white teeth.


    "Wait! You... you aggroed all these monsters?" Aichiwa''s expression turned pale as he saw the monsters rushing from the hillside¡ªat least a thousand strong!


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    "What the hell... Ten Lord-ss baby dragons? And this many ground dragons?!" Aichiwa swallowed hard, slowly backing away.


    Karenqin, still furious, shouted at Orson, "What''s wrong with you? Just farming monsters and ruining our date? Are we in your way?"


    Aichiwa grabbed her mouth to silence her, looking serious. "Don''t talk nonsense. Infinite Dimensions has way too many pros. We have to stay humble... humbler."


    He quickly tugged her away from the scene.


    "Stop acting like a coward!" Karenqinined, still grumbling. "What''s so scary about a mage who summons rocks? Sure, his skill''s strong, but it''s on cooldown now."


    Unaware of the growing tension, Aichiwa seemed to calm down, but when he realized who had just attacked, his heart skipped a beat.


    "You... you mean that''s Orgod? The US Triple Crown winner? The one who wrecked the UJ region?"


    Aichiwa paled, quickly sending Orson a private message.


    "Please, don''t kill me. Just let me off the hook, okay?" he begged.


    Orson casually replied, "If you want your gear back, talk to my guild leader."


    Aichiwa, a bit embarrassed, responded, "Having the chance to be killed by you is my honor, honestly!"


    Meanwhile, Orson continued to kite and kill the monsters around him. His Chaos Chain triggered, and five of the Lord-ss Dragon Warriors were forced to use their Body Domination ability.


    "Once Body Domination is used, they''re as good as dead," Orson thought to himself, watching the cooldown trigger.


    "Today''s a good omen," he added, feeling the power coursing through him. Brahma''s Divine me activated again, increasing his Dragon Curse by 20%.


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    A fiery mushroom cloud erupted, sending countless fireballs scattering in all directions. Aichiwa and Karenqin, still running, nced back just in time to see their flesh disintegrating in an instant, their bodies turned into nothing but skeletons in the explosion.


    "Your kill of Karenqin: 100 Evil Points."


    "Your kill of Aichiwa..."


    "Oh shit, I didn''t mean it!" Orson panicked, more than a little guilty.


    The situation was getting out of hand, but his instinct to clear monsters kicked in.


    He quicklypensated them with 100 gold coins and mounted his Crimson Lizard King, setting off to deal with the remaining monsters.

 Chapter 194 194: The Magic War

    "Regional Announcement: yer Orgod single-handedly eliminated the hidden monster threat outside Purple Thunder Fortress, making an indelible contribution to the Light Dragon Empire!"


    "Reward: 200 free attribute points, 300 skill points, 10 talent points, 100,000 reputation, and 3,000 gold!"


    Upon hearing the announcement, everyone in the world chat was baffled.


    yer 17: "I''m gonna piss myselfughing. Our US Triple Crown winner just sold out his teammate and is still out there farming monsters. His whole house is probably gone by now!"


    yer 199: "That''s some high rewards! Even though the selling-out behavior is despicable, this guy really is incredible."


    yer 3569: "Can anyone tell me what SSR is doing? Why is no one rushing forward?"


    The Godyer Guild was being besieged from all sides, but their guild leader was still... doing quests and farming monsters?


    Bradley: "The Purple Thunder Fortress soldier point has been cleared. Orson''s efficiency is off the charts."


    Madman: "Efficiency my ass! If they don''t show up soon, we''ll be done for."


    Iron Cavalry: "If we''re done for, we''re done for. Let''s divide the best gear in the warehouse, so we don''t lose everything when we run."


    On the front lines, NPC legions were still assembling, with countless mixed forces appearing on the horizon.


    At the same time, many guilds were arriving from other battlefields.


    Absolute Kid: "Too many flying units! Who the hell said they only had a couple hundred Beastmasters?"


    SSR, World Dominators, Supreme Guild, and others, at least six hundred yers riding flying battle beasts.


    Dynasty Old Yin: "What''s so special about being able to fly? Are these people running a zoo or something?"


    Some yers were riding massive, winged serpents¡ªten meters long with dragonfly-like wings. Various rare flying magical beasts, even native magical poultry from Infinite Dimensions, were being used by these yers.


    Some yers were even riding arge rooster forbat. Despite its unimpressive appearance, the rooster had over two million health and emitted an orange aura that provided earth-attribute enchantment armor to surrounding yers, reducing damage.


    But most yers chose the Red-bellied Lizard for its high speed and damage.


    Naturally, this choice was influenced by rumors that Orson''s "Dragon''s Deadly Enemy - Death''s Guardian" skill originated from the Red-bellied Lizard King. Many yers had tried to replicate his "No.1 Transport Tool," but they all failed.


    "Where my sword points, it is the king''snd!"


    A tall man, about 2.5 meters, appeared. With a swing of his divine sword, he rode a unicorn that burned with blue mes.


    "God Emperor''s Snake Dragon Regiment, charge!"


    Suddenly, a roar sounded as a warrior riding a giant snake shook his spear.


    The ground rumbled, and hundreds of unknown creatures burrowed underground, rapidly moving toward the surface.


    Reaver: "They''reing! The NPC army is charging. Boss, we¡ª"


    Wedge (SSR leader): "It''s not time yet. This is just a probing attack."


    The members of SSR suppressed their anger at their leader''s calm response.


    Wedge''s gaze darkened as she understood the situation. The Godyer Guild, knowing the enemy''s n to seize Celestial Fortress, had chosen to set up their defense at Bone Dragon Stronghold.


    The Bone Dragon Stronghold''s portal to Celestial Fortress was closed at the moment, and only Godyer and its allies could use it. The NPC army could only approach Celestial Fortress by flying mounts, effectively weakening Lord Cain''s army.


    But the Godyer Guild''s choice to engage on the ground meant they had a hidden card up their sleeve.


    Absolute Kid: "What the hell! Ground-burrowing monster battle beasts?"


    "Don''t worry, if you''re scared, just log off," Madman said, giving him a sideways nce. Experience more on My Virtual Library Empire


    Arge group of monsters appeared about 1500 meters away from the Bone Dragon point.


    Madman''s eyes sharpened. He knew this was just a probing attack, but if they couldn''t even block this, there was no need to continue the fight.


    He started thinking about emptying the guild''s warehouse, auctioning everything, and escaping to live the perfect life...


    Madman raised his hand slowly, clenched it in the air, and said, "In the name of Godyer, I will destroy all invading enemies! Magic Stone Obelisk, activate!"


    The walls of the guild base, built by living yers, began glowing with a strange purple light.


    Massive magical structures rose from the ground¡ªfour 100-meter tall Magic Stone Obelisks, towering like doomsday towers.


    [Godyer ¡¤ Magic Stone Obelisk] [A Great Miracle of Iron and Blood] [Quality: Legendary] [HP: 10 million] [Attack: 12,000] [Skills: Destructive Ray (Spread, Cluster)]


    "My god... how do they have these? We''re building one at our base too, but it''s only 18% done!" A UC Guild yer said in shock.


    "How can they have such an advanced guild weapon? And four of them?" DonutWizard''s expression was one of disbelief.


    The four Magic Stone Obelisks were the result of Godyer''s huge investment in building materials, 100,000 gold, and half a month of effort. Normally, even with full effort, a guild could only build one, but with the help of green-skinned little helpers, Godyer''s construction speed far exceeded normal guilds.


    "Dig into the ground again, I dare you!"


    Madman grinned wildly and made a shing motion across his neck. "Shoot them down!"


    Four dedicated life yers controlling the obelisks activated the interface in front of them and locked onto the burrowing snakes underground.


    Whoosh! Whoosh! Whoosh!


    The obelisks fired purple beams of destruction magic, forcing over thirty massive, blind giant snakes to the surface. These monsters, equipped with cabins to carry NPC earth soldiers, were all sted apart.


    Anyone hit by the purple beams had their flesh disintegrate and their bodies explode.


    "OMG! This is a true magic war! Who the hell can survive this?"


    Watching the scene unfold, yers felt their spines freeze with fear. How many would die from this?


    ...


    Meanwhile, Orson continued leisurely cleaning up the battlefield.


    After a barrage of attacks, all the mutated earth soldiers were killed. The ten lords dropped a ton of good items.


    "Ding!"


    "Title [Heretic of the Beast n] real loot drop rate 1% activated."


    "Finally, a golden light?"


    Orson sighed in relief. He wasn''t sure if the monsters were newly created or still inexperienced, but the loot drops were very stingy. He only got 23 purple items, though there were plenty of rare materials and 4 of the hardest-to-farm 40-level hero essories.


    Fortunately, the title''s loot drop rate had activated, and he finally got an A-grade skill book.


    He picked it up and checked the attributes.


    "A-grade Wind Magic [Crippling Gale Spear]" Effect: Consume 2,000 MP to summon a Wild Gale Spear that deals 10,000 base damage to a single target. It adds 3x base attack damage and causes a 2-minute magic crippling effect on the target''s limbs or torso. Cooldown: 1 minute." "Magic Crippling State: During the 2-minute effect, the target''s armor and damage reduction buffs are removed. If the skill hits a broken body part again, it triggers the Magic Crippling II effect with a 0.2% instant death chance."


    Orson''s eyes lit up. This was, no exaggeration, one of the closest things to a mini forbidden spell at A-grade!


    In his past life, this skill book had sold for 30,000 gold at the auction house. Many Wind Magic swordsmen were scrambling for it.


    Wind Magic''s strengthy in its short cooldowns and high single-target burst. Compared to Fire Magic, although both were known for their explosive damage, Wind Magic was superior in one-on-onebat. It was the king of single-target, with the fastest casting efficiency and the quickest attack speed.


    For ordinary yers, fighting against a Wind Mage would be very awkward¡ªthey had movement speedparable to a thief, and their attack speed was also ridiculously fast.


    Even top-tier dual-mage yers often couldn''t win against an A-grade Wind Mage with the same equipment.


    And this skill book had only a 1-minute cooldown, with explosive damage capabilities.


    But that wasn''t the most important thing. The key was the Magic Crippling buff. The first stage removed all of the target''s defense and made subsequent damage true damage, which was invaluable.


    The second stage had a strict condition to trigger, but at max level, it gave a 1% instant-death chance.


    On the surface, 1% seems low, but there was a hidden mechanism. If the attack hit a vital area¡ªsuch as the head or heart¡ªthe instant death chance could rise to 50%.


    There had been a Wind Mage in the past who used this skill to instantly kill a level 80 Domain Lord Boss with 50 million health, which was incredibly impressive.


    "Time to learn it!"


    A green light enveloped him, and Orson sessfully added [Crippling Gale Spear] to his skill


    bar.


    "Just a little more skill points left. Let''s keep farming."


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 Chapter 195 195: If You Wont, We Will!

    The four Magic Stone Obelisks fired their beams continuously.


    The purple magicsers pierced into the undergroundyers, using the [Diffuse Strike] ability to quickly split the purple beams. The earth''s surface cracked open, and soon, severalrge burrowing snakes were forced to the surface, their attached NPC passengers obliterated.


    A pile of loot exploded from the ground, with several purple light columns that made everyone envious.


    But at this critical moment, no one dared to approach to collect it.


    The four Obelisks, shooting death rays, created an imprable line of defense about one kilometer wide. With 20,000 attack power andrge-scale AoE explosive damage, no yer could withstand it, and even elite NPCs with hundreds of thousands of health couldn''t survive the onught.


    SSR Schr: "How do we fight this? These four beam towers are here, who can get in?"


    Weak Water 3000: "With this kind of attack power, even a 2-million health [Chaos Worm] can''t take it."


    The burrowing snakes sent by Cain were actually giant worm-like creatures. Their attack power was only around 1,000, but they had the unique ability to burrow underground and attack.


    "Is this it? This is all you''re showing me?"


    "Do you know the US is the birthce of guerri warfare? Come on, you fool of a lord, continue!"


    Themanders of Godyer cheered excitedly, but Madman remained calm, asking his subordinates¡ªthose who hadn''t seen much¡ª to quiet down. This was merely a probing attack.


    ShatteredCrown: "Still being stubborn, sending in cannon fodder to sacrifice to the towers? Don''t you know how to y?"


    Madman furrowed his brows, while Cain swung his divine sword, sending over twenty [Chaos Worms] back into the ground.


    "Kill!" "Kill!" "Loyal to the Divine Emperor, take back what is ours!"


    Simultaneously, over 300 NPC cavalry raised their round shields and charged, holding enchanted crossbows in the other hand. These light-armored cavalry moved swiftly in groups of ten or so, forming a very scattered formation.


    Bradley''s expression changed as he whispered, "Trouble, these light cavalry archers are experts at guerri warfare."


    Madman: "These NPCs have high intelligence. They''ve realized the Obelisks'' weak points."


    On the other side, guilds like SSR remained in position, waiting. Wedge muttered under her breath, "4, 3, 2... There''s an opening! After each round of attacks, the Obelisks have a 15-second cooldown!"


    Hearing this, the members of SSR perked up.


    The NPC army spread out, clearly having calcted the Obelisks'' long cooldown time, nning to use small forces to divert the Obelisk''s firepower and allow their main force to close in and strike.


    Whoosh¡ª


    An NPC, cloaked in ck, revealed a murderous intent in his eyes, pulling out a silver crossbow and firing from over 700 meters at Bone Dragon Stronghold.


    "Be careful, 40-level boss!" Madman shouted.


    Storm Barrage!


    A gray crossbow bolt exploded in mid-air, scattering into dozens of beams of light, aiming at the concentrated area of Godyer''s alliance.


    "Moonlight Guild Knights!"


    Empress raised her Dragon-Patterned Greatshield, positioning herself at the front line.


    "Shield up¡­ Hoo-ha!"


    Hermanding shout stirred the hearts of every knight in Moonlight Guild. Empress was the spiritual leader of the guild, and her presence inspired many to join the ranks of knights. Every one of them stood fearless, their hearts aze with passion!


    "Hoo-ha!"


    The knights roared, striking their broad swords rhythmically against their shields, creating a thunderous wave of sound. Every movement was synchronized, and they stepped forward together, their shields glowing brightly with holy light, forming a wide protective barrier.


    The knights'' Unbreakable Shield Wall skill was maximized.


    The arrows rained down, cracking against the shields. None of the yers protected by the Moonlight Guild''s knights suffered any casualties.


    ShatteredCrown: "Such insane execution..."


    Ultimate Sweetheart: "So this skill covers such arge area. Protecting others is such a hassle."


    Madman turned to nce at the God of Iron Cavalry, who was busy picking his nose. "Damn, the Godyer knightmander only knows how to pick his nose! Take notes, kid!"


    Iron Cavalry: "Come on, it''s just a random skill. If someone dies, they die, priests will raise them and we''ll keep fighting."


    Ride Donkey: "Exactly! In this kind of situation, if you die, you''re an idiot. Let''s go 1v1 if you don''t agree!"


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    How did they even get this idea?


    As the cavalry and their mounted crossbowmen rapidly moved, the Obelisk''s beams red again, shooting down on the cavalry.


    "Damn! I missed!"


    "Shit, these NPCs are smart, they even use the Chaos Worms to block the damage."


    The yers controlling the Obelisks cursed as four Chaos Worms burst through the earth, using their bodies to block the deadly crossbow bolts. Soon after, the earth soldiers riding the worms were released, rushing forward to form an attacking line.


    The battle was getting closer to Bone Dragon Stronghold, and the distance was now only about 500 meters.


    "Dragon Squadron! Charge!"


    Cain''s expression was full of arrogance as over 100 flying dragons let out a mighty roar and charged into the battlefield at high speed.


    "Earth Dragon Squadron! Charge!"


    Cain swung his sword again, and over 300 earth dragons¡ªmassive beasts that resembled hills¡ªrushed forward, shaking the ground beneath them.


    Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh...


    The NPC cavalry archers began firing freely, creating waves of arrows that descended like a swarm of bees.


    Because the shots were too spread out, the Moonlight Guild''s knights couldn''t protect every angle, and more than ten yers were quickly pierced and fell to the ground.


    "Priests, raise them!"


    Madman frowned and grunted, "Switch the Obelisks to Cluster Mode, let''s take care of these annoying archers first!"


    The purple Obelisks glowed brightly, and their beams converged at the tips. Theyunched four destructive light spheres.


    The spheres exploded mid-air, creating a cross-shaped pattern of rays, instantly wiping out half of the archers.


    However, in the chaos, the Chaos Worms surged from the ground, followed by a thousand elite earth soldiers, who charged toward the Bone Dragon Stronghold. At this moment, the Obelisks entered their cooldown phase.


    Reaver: "The NPCs are getting too close. Should we charge?"


    The members of SSR could feel the momentum shift. Wedge, her lips slightly parted, quickly shook her head, "Wait, be patient."


    DonutWizard: "Wait? With this many earth dragons, even the Obelisks can''t hold up against this! Godyer''s alliance won''t survive!"@@novelbin@@


    Many yers were confused, feeling that Wedge was being overly cautious.


    "My god, how many people areing? They''ve abandoned their other guild bases and are heading here!"


    DonutWizard turned around to see the other guilds arriving from nearby battlefields.


    At the foot of the hill, the number of enemies was staggering¡ªat least 60 guilds, totaling over 50,000 yers!


    Sky Wolf-ck Moon: "Friends from SSR, kindly step aside. If you won''t fight, others will!"


    Rattlesnake Infinite: "I admire Orgod, but I won''t let this siege opportunity slip. If SSR won''t fight, we will!"


    These two guilds were not well-known, but their battle power ranked among the top T2 guilds in the US region.


    "We won''t fight? Howe we didn''t see either of you in the first battlefield during thest base war?" Reaver sneered.


    Two guild managers'' faces darkened. Anyone could attack opportunistically, but very few had the guts to face Godyer head-on. SSR was one of the few.


    Wedge gave Reaver a soft smile, then gestured at the two guilds, "Please, by all means."


    Sky Wolf-ck Moon nodded in satisfaction, shouting to his troops, "Infinite Dimensions world, anything is possible! Move out, toward Celestial Fortress!"


    Charge!


    The two massive guilds, apanied by their thousands of yers, surged forward toward Bone Dragon Stronghold.


    Absolute Kid: "What the hell? How many people actually want to fight us? So many of them..."


    Madman''s face darkened as he watched the iing enemy from another direction, "Nightshade, it''s time."


    "I''ve been waiting for that."


    Nightshade grinned widely and signaled to the others.


    "Make way! I''m about to suffocate from the smell!"


    The yers in front quickly pinched their noses and stepped aside, clearing a path.


    The sound of rusted gears grinding echoed loudly.


    Three massive, rusted bronze warships,


    each about 50 meters long, emerged, emitting green mist and a foul stench.


    Sky Wolf-ck Moon: "What... what is this? A magical warship?"


    Members of Sky Wolf were frozen in ce, as a bizarre contraption rapidly approached them. Strange noises, like screeching and chattering, could be hearding from it.


    "Wag-ga!"


    "Summoning of the King of Wag-ga!"


    "Let''s st them to bits¡­"

 Chapter 196 196: Crisis

    [Goblin Technology ¡¤ Type 1 Mana Warship]


    [Created by yer Nightshade]


    Quality: Heroic


    HP: 3,000,000


    Attack Power: ???


    Sky Wolf-ck Moon was dumbfounded, his mind racing with a question: Did a yer really make this thing?


    Sky Wolf-KT: "WTF, attack power unknown, and there are at least twelve cannons on that thing¡ªway more than any NPC warship!"


    Rattlesnake-ounting: "We need to close the distance. This warship might look shabby, but it''s definitely a killing machine. I''ve seen magical warships in action, and they can obliterate everything in their path!"


    The two guilds quickly huddled together, discussing how to counter the new threat.


    Both of theserge guilds had their own magical tools¡ªlike the 5,000-gold-cost mana war chariots, with more than twenty stashed away in their arsenal. These were their trump cards.


    Butpared to the goblin-made monstrosity in front of them, these seemed like child''s toys.


    Sky Wolf-ck Moon: "The young master is right, we absolutely cannot fight at a distance. If we let this thing shoot at us from far away, we''ll get destroyed!"


    The guild members nodded in agreement. The warship looked impressive, but with only 3 million health, it wasparable to a regr boss. With their numbers, they should be able to take it down in a few rounds of concentrated fire!


    "Could it be... they actually n to engage in closebat?" Madman muttered, his eyes darkening. He shot Nightshade a smirk. "You little brat, you really have some guts. I see where I get my charm from."


    Nightshade grinned. "You taught me well."


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    The twoughed like devious viins.


    The twelve cannons on the warship were just for show, designed to intimidate. The real surprisey in the goblin explosives crew on board.


    Of course, Nightshade could also build a real magical warship, but at his current level, the cost would be astronomical, making it a poor investment.


    ck Moon: "One for you, one for us. Let''s see if we can destroy it and im it as our own. If we can, we''ll make a fortune!"


    Rattlesnake-Infinite: "We should be able to. If the magical equipment is destroyed, we can loot it and take it back to be repaired."


    Over 2,000 yers from the guild drew their weapons and rushed toward the warship, poking and prodding it with a series of loud nking noises. They quickly realized that, despite the eerie noisesing from inside, something strange was controlling the ship. But the warship didn''t fire a single shot at them.


    ck Moon''s eyes lit up. "I can''t believe it! We got it right¡ªthis warship is in a blind spot! It can''t retaliate!"


    Rattlesnake-Infinite couldn''t help but burst outughing. "You''re a genius! Even if we don''t take the stronghold, we can probably sell this warship for a million gold coins. Not a bad deal, right?"


    With a barrage of ranged attacks, the warship''s health began to drop, and the yers felt increasingly pleased with themselves.


    "Hey? Why did it stop? Is it already damaged?" ck Moon was taken aback as the warship suddenly came to a halt.


    The sound of heavy metal doors opening echoed as two iron doors at the side of the ship creaked open.


    "Could there be an ambush inside?" ck Moon thought, immediately gathering his forces to block the door.


    "That damn smell... Could Godyer''s people have been using this ce as atrine?" he grumbled.


    The yers nearby wrinkled their noses at the foul odor, while a few curious ones leaned in to see what was making the incessant noise inside.


    "Wa-ga¡ªWahaha!"


    Suddenly, a shadow darted from the ship''s opening, and a green arm grabbed two yers by the head and jumped out.


    "Goblin... Goblin explosives expert?"


    "What the hell are these things? Don''t just stand there, calm down!"


    Sky Wolf guild members stared in disbelief at the goblins'' names, struggling not tough. But the next moment, they were no longerughing.@@novelbin@@


    "Wa-kaka! Time to blow things up!"


    "Wa-ga!"


    A dozen goblin explosives experts poured out, jumping into the crowd andughing maniacally. Their green skin rapidly swelled up, soon inting like balloons.


    Boom!


    Boom!


    Explosions rocked the battlefield, sending crimson waves of blood spraying through the air. ck Moon and his team werepletely stunned, muttering, "Self-destruct?"


    The scene was so gruesome it was almost impossible to tell if it was real or a game.


    In an instant, more than six hundred yers were reduced to blood and guts.


    Rattlesnake-Infinite: "F**k, Godyer, I''ll rip you apart..."


    The two guild leaders were turned into mush, their bodies obliterated by the explosions. The high-level yers watching from above, including members of SSR, were sweating bullets.


    "They actually... have self-destructing creatures helping them?" DonutWizard swallowed nervously, a cold sweat running down his forehead. He had been tempted to rush in and steal the warship when he saw Sky Wolf and Rattlesnake about to destroy it. But now, it was clear that it had been a deadly trap.


    "Assassin squad, cut them off!" Madman''s voice rang out, and over thirty figures melted into stealth.


    The yers from the two guilds, still reeling from the goblin bombs, scattered in panic. Godyer''s elite yers, who had survived numerous battles, immediately went on the offensive, swiftly closing in to wipe them out.


    These yers had impressive paper stats, but they hadn''t experienced the kind of bloody warfare Godyer''s troops had been through. They were petrified by the carnage.


    Madman led the charge, cutting through the enemy like a hot knife through butter. His Holy Shadowbane Guard set, powered by Dragon Crystal and the Deadly Requiem skill, allowed him to sneak up and deliver devastating strikes.


    The first attack triggered a 100% critical hit, dealing enormous damage. Each subsequent attack replenished his health, turning him into a nearly unstoppable killing machine.


    "Ruby, Absolute Kid, Wild Gale, follow me. Protect the Obelisk and buy Orson some time!"


    Bradley, d in his Holy Heretic Crusher gear and exuding an aura of dark red light, charged toward the enemy with his dual swords gleaming with deathly intent.


    "No one dares to act recklessly in Godyer''s domain! Not NPCs, and not their damn fathers either!"


    With a single step, Bradley''s power sent twenty elite NPCs flying, and he dove into the enemy ranks, unleashing his Dragon Crushing sh.


    The Holy Heretic Crusher allowed him to obliterate armor and stun enemies, making him a terror on the battlefield.


    At the same time, Ruby, wielding the Colossal de¡ªranked eighth on the legendary weapon list¡ªdanced through the enemy ranks. Her agility and power caught everyone by surprise, as she swung her massive sword, mowing down the NPCs.


    The battle raged on as Godyer''s small group of sixty yers shed with the NPCs'' thousand-strong formation, soon breaking through their lines with the help of the Obelisk.


    But Cain, the Lord of the battlefield, remained calm, his voice booming across the chaos.


    "Foolish adventurers, do you think this can stop the Emperor''s advance?"


    "The me Dragon Lord, step forward!"


    "Enluka! Protect your King!"


    "Where is the Xian family?"


    Cain''s voice resonated with power, and soon, two terrifying ck shadows appeared from the clouds. A massive red dragon head emerged from the mist.


    "Dragon! A dragon! And not just any dragon, but the supreme me Dragon Lord!"


    "F**k! There really is a dragon attacking the city. I thought that was just a gimmick!"


    The live stream chat was flooded with excitement, as yers stood frozen, their eyes wide with disbelief. The massive shadow in the sky was nothing short of unstoppable!


    Wedge''s lips curled into a smile, sensing that a chance to turn the tide had finally arrived.

 Chapter 197 197: Desperate Situation

    "Dragon yer, repent! Today is the day of your death!"


    The massive red silhouette streaked through the sky, mes and fire elementals bursting forth in waves. The terrifying roar was filled with oppressive power, shaking the entire first battlefield. Even the dragon-blooded soldiers, with their faint dragon heritage, could not help but tremble on their knees. Facing a true dragon, their very souls quivered.


    "Burn away all the filthy beings in the world!" The greed-dragon''s roar continued, freezing everyone on the battlefield in ce. Not only Godyer''s coalition but even guilds like SSR and UC turned pale. The terrifying aura, capable of burning the heavens and the earth, drenched everyone in cold sweat.


    Massive mes poured down from the ancient dragon''s body, its scales worn from countless battles. The dragon''s head was scarred, and behind it, a long fiery tail trailed, scorching the earth.


    Madman''s eyelids twitched uncontrobly as he swallowed a lump in his throat. "Damn fool leader, look at the mess you''ve caused! This is something yers should be messing with?"


    [The me Dragon''s Nest Master ¡¤ Furnace Greed: Level 80]


    [Domain Lord ss Creature]


    [Lower Pinnacle Dragon] [HP: 150 million]


    [Attack: ???]


    [Skills: ???]


    "Level 80... with over 150 million HP? Brothers, I feel like this livestream is about to end."


    "Yeah, I knew Godyer was strong, butpared to this thing, we''re nowhere near close."


    "It''s over. I''ve always had my doubts about Orgod''s dragon-ying skills, but sure enough, this thing is unbeatable at this stage."


    The viewers in the livestream gasped in shock.


    Even with Godyer''s four powerful Obelisks and a group of self-destructing goblin explosives, they were hopelessly underpowered against the incredible Furnace Greed.


    DonutWizard: "A boss this exaggerated, and that guy even killed a few of them?"


    Reaver: "Hmph, he''s only killed the weak and old. This dragon is the pinnacle of lower-tier dragons!"


    Wedge''s gaze burned with intensity. She knew this was just the beginning.


    One Godyer could be the end of USInfinite Dimensions'' legacy!


    "Destroy my nest, ughter my offspring, prepare to face my endless wrath!!"


    Another dragon roar echoed across the battlefield, and a dragon slightly smaller than Furnace Greed appeared.


    The red dragon howled and stretched its wings, still over 100 meters long. Its body was slender, but it was farrger than any other dragon in sight.


    [The me Dragon Queen ¡¤ Gaedashira: Level 75]


    [Domain Lord ss Creature]


    [Lower Pinnacle Dragon]


    ...


    "Pondenorlin City has been repeatedly attacked by a single individual. As the city''s guardian, I can''t stand by and do nothing."


    A low rumbling sound echoed, and the earth dragon Enluka descended onto the battlefield. Its sturdy brown scales gave it the appearance of an airborne fortress, and it was followed by two other dragons from the Earth Dragon''s nest, slightly weaker than Enluka but still among the top-tier of lower dragons.


    Earth dragons were said to have the strongest shields among the lower dragons, and their armor was nearly imprable to ordinary attacks.


    "Who am I... Where am I? We''re only around level 30, and we''re supposed to fight 70-80 level dragons?"


    "And we also have to face tens of thousands of yers? Is this game even remotely bnced?"


    SirLagsALot and his colleagues were stunned, their faces pale in disbelief. Even though they had mentally prepared for the fight, seeing these five colossal dragons made them recoil in fear.


    "Bad thingse with a price, doesn''t it? It''s the divine retribution we''ve been waiting for!"


    "Cross-server taxation is so impressive, huh? Bad things umte, and some people have to pay the price."


    "It''s normal. Orgod is ridiculously strong. He''s definitely exploiting some game loophole. Now, the bug-fixing program in Infinite Dimensions has activated."


    Haters in the livestream started going wild, each imagining reasons for Godyer being targeted by the game.


    Orson''s existence was beyond theirprehension, which only fueled their jealousy and frustration. They had finally found an excuse to console themselves.


    "I don''t know why, but I don''t believe Orgod is finished so quickly."


    SirLagsALot''s expression grew serious, his eyes burning with passion. He had personally witnessed the overwhelming power of thew-god from Infinite Dimensions. That was an incredible force, one man''s strength overshadowing even Yamata no Orochi''s summoner. It was a crushing weight that pressed down on all the yers in the UJ region.


    At that moment, logic had no ce in determining the oue.


    He wouldn''t lose!


    Absolute Kid: "I''ll hit him in the balls!"


    Old Yin: "I''ll hit his grandmother, who told me this was a favorable situation?"


    Iron Cavalry: "Five! This is five dragons, not cabbage, not goblins... We should seriously consider splitting up."


    The guild chat was filled withints, but even as they mocked, their weapons didn''t stop moving.


    Thousand Men Killer Bradley, Warrior of Tyranny Ruby, and the duo cleared through over 400 elite NPCs with ease.


    The Ten Road Kings, led by Wild Gale, equipped with jetpacks, took out the ranged dragon-blooded soldiers with ease.


    Wherever they went, blood sttered and screams echoed.


    The four Magic Stone Obelisks continued firing, sting Earth Dragons that approached the frontlines.


    This was a ughterfest!


    Madman, holding his blood-soaked poison de, agilely jumped onto a five-meter-tall Earth Dragon''s back, stabbing dragon-blooded soldiers as he went.


    "Obelisks, shoot!"


    Madman shouted, leaping off as the Obelisk''s attacknded, a purple beam piercing through the Earth Dragon''s skull with a deadly critical strike.


    But the six flying dragons, waiting for an opportunity in the sky, descended, and the spear-wielding dragon-riders locked their sights on Madman.


    "Don''t embarrass me! The King Family Archer team, focus fire!"


    ShatteredCrown pointed his staff, and over 400 archers with top-tier gear unleashed a barrage of arrows. The sky was filled with arrows, turning the six flying dragons into pincushions in an instant.


    "Such long-range?" Madman raised an eyebrow, ncing back at ShatteredCrown, who gave him a nod.


    With the support of the Godchef, these archers'' range wasparable to the legendary Eagle Archers, reaching the maximum targeting range of 300 meters.


    Boom!


    Suddenly, several loud explosions rang out. Madman''s expression changed as two me Dragons hovered in the air,unching multiple fireball streams at one of the Magic Stone Obelisks.


    -30,000! Critical -60,000!


    Even with 10 million HP, the Obelisk couldn''t withstand the attack of two peak me Dragons. Its health rapidly plummeted.


    "Magic Earth Heavy Armor!"


    "Brute Force Charge!"


    At the same time, another Obelisk was under attack. Enluka roared, and the three Earth Dragons'' bodies began to petrify.


    They transformed into massive dragon-shaped boulders, hurtling towards the Obelisk.


    Each crash generated a deafening sound that made everyone''s heart race!


    Smash Damage -100,000! Smash Damage -100,000!


    The Earth Dragons were like battering rams, their attacks powered by the game''s physicalws, making them highly effective against magical artifacts like the Magic Stone Obelisk.


    In an instant, the Obelisk''s base began to tilt, and cracks appeared on its purple magic stone surface.


    "All Obelisks focus fire on the weakest me Dragon!" Madman immediately made a decision. Since they couldn''t hold for long, it was better to trade four towers for one dragon.


    "Focus fire on The me Dragon!" Empress of the Moon immediately understood Madman''s n.


    Under such overwhelming attacks, holding the outer line of defense was impossible. The only hope was to weaken the enemy as much as possible.@@novelbin@@


    Four beams of destructive light shot toward the same position. The me Dragon''s queen, Gaedashira, realized the danger at once and tried to fly away, pping her wings to escape the attack area.


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    ShatteredCrown''s expression darkened as he raised his staff. "Ice Dragon Fury!"


    ss A magic: Ice Dragon Fury!


    Multiple effects triggered!


    The ice dragons, dozens of meters long, rushed toward Gaedashira. The first one mmed into her back, causing her to stagger midair, while the other two pierced her dragon wings, quickly freezing them into magnificent ice sculptures.


    Four purple beams bombarded the ice sculpture, causing it to explode.


    This strike,bined with the Obelisks, dealt massive damage. But Gaedashira was no slouch. Before the second round of attacks couldnd, she used Body Domination to escape.


    Gaedashira let out an enraged roar, activating Body Domination, concentrating her form above the Obelisk.


    "Dragon Curse ¡¤ Mana Overload!"


    An arcane dragonnguage rang out, and ShatteredCrown''s face changed. A strange red light erupted among the mages, draining their mana and causing explosions.


    Hundreds of white lights shot out from their shattered bodies, instantly killing them!


    Everyone felt a chill. This was an impossible situation to win!

 Chapter 198 198: Our Homes Are About to Be Destroyed!

    Everyone was stunned as nearly all the mages from The King Family were wiped out.


    However, Gaedashira wasn''t doing well either. As it charged forward, it was hit with intense firepower from all sides, and in the blink of an eye, its health had dropped by over 20 million.


    "Blow that giant worm to pieces!" Nightshade shouted as it sent thest remaining self-destructing battleship back to the stronghold.


    The self-destruct ship mmed into Gaedashira''s dragon wing with a powerful crash. The hatch opened, and dozens of goblin explosives engineers climbed out, howling in excitement.


    Madman yelled, "Get the hell away from it, don''t blow yourselves up!"


    Nightshade grinned fiercely, "For the King of Waga, for Godyer!"


    Nightshade had calcted the moment Gaedashira''s Body Domination would end, clenching his fists tightly, his eyes shing with a dangerous gleam. "Come at me, just try it!"


    "Waga!"


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    The goblins let out terrifying howls, and under the guidance of the Waga Apostles, they prepared to face death in battle. They were born to create chaos and devastation!@@novelbin@@


    The goblins'' green bodies rapidly swelled, and a deafening explosion shattered the air, creating a deep crater in the ground.


    Critical Damage - 5,000,000!


    Bleeding - 10,000!


    Bleeding - 10,000!


    Gaedashira let out a mournful cry as it copsed into the deep crater, dragon blood spilling everywhere. One of its wings and a w were blown off, leaving irreparable bleeding wounds. It would only stop bleeding once its next Body Domination cooldown ended.


    "The ants should crawl under the ws of a true dragon! Die!" The me Dragon, Furnace Greed, roared in fury. It sted through the spire in front of it before rushing to rescue its dragon mate.


    Horrifying fire meteors rained down on the stronghold, and Furnace Greed''s roar shook the heavens as its ws ughtered the ants before it. In a split second, over a hundred guild knights were crushed to death while trying to protect their teammates.


    The situation became chaotic once more, and Gaedashira, with only about 20 million health remaining, fled.


    At that moment, Bradley quickly came to the rescue.


    "Can we hold on?" Bradley asked Madman. Stewart stood behind him, constantly healing and buffing Ruby and the others.


    Despite Bradley and Ruby''s attack power reaching over 5,000, they still felt worn out against the massive, high-health Earth Dragon legions.


    At this point, the battle was no longer something that could be won by individual strength alone.


    "Hold on for ten more minutes, then we''ll kill that bastard when he returns!" Madman gritted his teeth.


    Godyer''s guild could quickly revive using the stronghold''s fountain, but the problem was that their allies had to start over from scratch, making their defense even weaker. If the other three Earth Dragons and the dragon soldiers breached their defenses, Bone Dragon Stronghold wouldn''tst more than a few minutes.


    "Opportunity''s here! Kill!"


    The yers from Sky Wolf and Rattlesnake, who had previously been killed by the goblin explosions, rushed forward again. When they sawrge amounts of white light pouring out from the stronghold, they immediately realized this was the perfect time to strike!


    Sky Wolf''s forces now had over twenty silver battle chariots, each pulled by two magic horses. These chariots were expensive¡ªcosting 2,000 gold each¡ªand boasted 500,000 health.


    yers could control them to deal massive area-of-effect damage with trampling, tearing, and armor-piercing effects, and they also had good mobility, making them ideal for breaking enemy cavalry formations.


    Empress fumed, "These bastards are taking advantage of the chaos!"


    The Moonlight Guild''s knights stood at the forefront, and dozens of magic-powered battle chariots mmed into them, delivering considerable damage.


    But behind them was an army of over 10,000 other guild yers, all hoping to seize the richest part of the battlefield during the confusion.


    From afar, the SSR guild members showed their fangs. Reaver smirked coldly. "Can we go now, boss?"


    Wedge''s eyes glinted with cold light as he raised his hand, summoning a hundred golden battle chariots.


    Sky Wolf-ck Moon grumbled, "What the hell? These are 30-level hero chariots! 8,000 gold each!"


    Sky Wolf and Rattlesnake were shocked by thevish disy from SSR.


    Empire Technology ¡¤ Type 2 Enchanted Battle Chariot


    SSR Guild Owned


    Quality: Hero


    HP: 800,000


    Attack Power: 3,000


    Skills: Multi-Crossbow, Crushing Charge, Rapid Maneuver


    DonutWizard couldn''t help butugh. "What? Self-destruct battleships are impressive? Let me show you what a real magical vehicle looks like!"


    Compared to the silver chariots of Sky Wolf, these golden chariots were an upgraded version, and their performance was far superior. Not only could they charge into battle, but they were also equipped with powerful crossbows that could hit targets up to 100 meters away.


    "Let''s take Bone Dragon Stronghold first." Wedge said casually.


    With that, Reaver led the SSR guild members into the fray, charging toward the stronghold on their golden chariots.


    "80,000 gold worth of chariot army, this is just absurd..."


    "We''re finished, the Godyer guild leaders are clueless!"


    "If I had known this would be the situation, I wouldn''t have been so quick to sell off the stronghold."


    "Triple Crown winner is so smart, huh? I think he knew they were going to lose, that''s why he abandoned the guild. Otherwise, why isn''t he showing his face?"


    The situation turned sharply. Godyer was being attacked on all fronts, and the live chat was flooded with mockingments. The moderators were going insane trying to control the barrage of sarcastic messages.


    SirLagsALot sighed, ignoring the jeers in the chat, and told the moderators to leave it alone.


    The more they banned people, the more the drama would build.


    Over a hundred yer-controlled battle chariots stormed toward them.


    Empress of the Moon and her team fought desperately to hold the line, but the sound of metal shing echoed as Godyer''s knights surrounded the attackers in a desperate attempt to contain them. However, in the first exchange, more than twenty knights were knocked down by the chariots, their armor torn apart and quickly finished off by the crossbow fire.


    Iron Cavalry yelled, "Damn, the armor is weakened by 50%, we''re losing health way too fast!"


    Empress furrowed her brow in frustration. "Why hasn''t that guy shown up yet?"


    One of the legendary warriors in Moonlight Guild, a wealthy yer, spoke up. His mood was sour as he realized that, despite all their efforts, they were trapped in a losing battle.


    Empress growled, tossing her spear with a violent twist, knocking one of the silver chariot users into the air before swiftly finishing him off with a series of strikes.


    But even with her strength, there was nothing she could say in response to the wealthy yer''sints.


    Regional Announcement: yer Orgod, fighting valiantly against the demons, has eradicated the magical threat lurking outside Saint Maiden City and will be immortalized on the Empire''s Monument!


    Reward: 150 Free Attribute Points, 200 Skill Points.


    When the regional announcement appeared, yers who had witnessed the Bone Dragon battle were stunned.


    "Damn it! Is he still grinding?!"


    SSR-DrinkingMachine: "My God, our homes are about to be destroyed, and he''s still doing quests?! What kind of heartless person is he?"


    SSR-Fingers: "You see? This guy never nned on winning. He''s just afraid of losing his gear/levels, so he''s ignoring the stronghold!"


    SSR-Toes: "No one knows Orgod like we do in SSR."


    The world chat was filled with SSR yers mocking Godyer, making it clear they were the ones winning the war of words.


    Moonlight Guild - Ronin: "You guys still fighting? Your guild leader isn''t even participating, what does that say about you?"


    The King Family - God of Wealth: "Honestly, you guys are pushing it. ShatteredCrown has revived three times, but your leader is still nowhere to be seen?"


    Soon, Wedge''s psychological tactics began to take effect, causing cracks to appear in the alliance''s morale.


    Though two of the me Dragons were temporarily repelled, only one spire remained.


    Madman remained silent, fully aware that their enemies were trying to break the will of his forces with mind games.


    "We only need to kill a few more monsters to trigger an achievement."


    Orson ignored the world chat and continued collecting loot while setting up an Ice Prison Ring to farm monsters from a distance.


    A momentter, another regional announcement appeared!


    Regional Announcement: yer Orgod has killed 150,000 monsters and is recognized for his extraordinary demon-ying achievements!


    Achievement Unlocked: [Savior of the Empire] Reward: 10,000 Gold, Low-level Noble Title (Selectable).


    Orson sighed in relief, immediately selecting the noble title as his reward.

 Chapter 199 199: Baron of the Conqueror

    "Noble Title: Baron."


    "Exclusive Title: [Imperial Administrator]"


    "This title can be upgraded or exchanged for higher ranks and fiefdoms bypleting quests for higher-level lords or gaining prestige."


    "Acquisition Method: Be among the first one thousand yers in the Light Dragon Empire faction to kill 150,000 monsters."


    "Effect: You be a low-level official in the Light Dragon Empire with the basic right to govern a town or vige with fewer than 1,000 inhabitants."


    "You have not yet acquired town governance rights. You will receive a monthly subsidy of 500 gold until you acquire your fiefdom''s taxes or have been in charge for one year."


    Noble titles in Infinite Dimensions are ranked as follows: Emperor, Duke, Marquis, Earl, Viscount, Baron. The Baron rank is at the bottom of the noble hierarchy, and it''s the mostmon among NPCs. Although many yers in the past obtained this title, advancing in nobility or acquiring a fiefdom was incredibly difficult.


    Reaching a million reputation could only bump you from Baron to Viscount, which only increases your monthly subsidy to 1,000 gold. Thus, most yers regretted it, thinking they could have made more profit just by taking a 10,000 gold bounty.


    Orson nced at the description of the title and then quietly waited. Governing a town with fewer than 1,000 inhabitants didn''t appeal to him.


    "Ding-dong¡ª"


    "Due to your sin value exceeding 100,000, you may choose another noble title with no gold rewards and no upgradeable paths."


    A prompt echoed in his mind. Orson nodded in approval¡ªit was exactly what he was looking for.


    "Noble Title: Conqueror Baron."


    "Exclusive Title: [Tyrannical Ruler]"


    "This title cannot be upgraded through reputation or quests."


    "Acquisition Method: Be among the first to kill 150,000 monsters and umte over 100,000 sin value."


    "Effect: You gain unlimited challenge rights to any noble with a fiefdom. If you defeat them, you can inherit their fiefdom and title."


    "Note: This title does not grant a gold subsidy and will bring endless conflict."


    "Gods'' Review: Only violence can make followers more loyal!"


    A ck title appeared on the interface, and Orson immediately selected it. This title was exclusive to super red-name yers and represented those who dominated through sheer force, often ruling territories by force.


    Most red-name yers couldn''t receive supplies in towns or main cities. But once a "Tyrannical Ruler" was in charge, it became a paradise for red-named yers, with all game services avable in their territory. In the past, an S-level super red-name yer had turned his fiefdom into a city-sized stronghold, bing a terrifying tyrant.


    With this title, not only could one challenge the lords of main cities, but even top-tier nobles like Dukes could be challenged. The key was to acquire a fief, and Orson was excited by the possibility of this "unlimited challenge" right.


    "This title is really impressive," Orson muttered to himself, amused.


    Although challenging top NPCs like Dukes would be exceedingly difficult, he saw the potential. He didn''t need to settle for a small town and could aim for something greater.


    "Are youing or not? We''re about to retreat from Celestial Fortress."


    At this point, Madman sent Orson a private message.


    Orson nced at the battlefield strewn with monster corpses, confirming there were no loot left to collect. He replied, "I''ll retreat first. There''s one more troop point I can''t clear in time, but I''ll be there shortly."


    As Pondenorlin City had been evacuated, the teleportation portals were temporarily closed. With not enough time to clear thest mixed monsters, Orson had to abandon the final spawn point.


    Meanwhile, thest two Magic Stone Obelisks fell, and the guardian Enluka charged into the Godyer Alliance''s camp, wreaking havoc. Giant stone cones rained down, and a cloud of dust rose as more than sixty yers were instantly wiped out.


    Enluka roared, its dragon power unstoppable, as it crashed into the Bone Dragon Stronghold''s walls with its magic rock armor.


    Boom! Boom!


    Heartbroken Loli shouted, "Look at it! So meaty and so tough! My sword can''t even break through!"


    The surrounding warriors jumped onto Enluka, but their attacks wereughable. Absolute Kid remarked, "I want tough too, but this thing may not have magical abilities, but its physical defense is insane!"


    A holy light struck Enluka''s body, but the rock armor only cracked slightly. Even Absolute Kid, a top-tier tank with explosive single-target damage, couldn''t deal significant damage, reducing its health by only a few hundred.


    The three Earth Dragons were massacre machines, tearing open huge gaps in the Bone Dragon Stronghold''s walls.


    "Kill! We''ll take back what''s ours and clean up the SSR rot!" Reaver bellowed.


    His 1,000-strong main army, half of them professional yers,unched a skilled assault, expertly handling Godyer''s knights and the Moonlight Guild''s knights.


    DonutWizard grinned. "Don''t let these trash escape! Moonlight Guild''s girls think they canpete? Earth magic AoE slow them down!"


    "Mud Pit!"


    "Earthquake!"


    "Quaking Stone Spikes!"


    Dozens of Earth mages unleashed spells, creating massive waves of earth that trapped and immobilized Empress, Iron Cavalry, and others, reducing them to easy prey.


    "Molten Dungeon!" DonutWizard sneered, mes of fire rising around him as a massive furnace-like magic construct appeared.


    Surrounded by mes, dozens of fire elementals materialized, extending their arms to unleash scorching white mes that engulfed Empress and others.


    ShatteredCrown cursed, "What the hell, is this ''Molten Dungeon''?"


    Ride Donkey shouted, "Fire magic immunity potions don''t work?"


    Stewart replied, "Magic Dissipation doesn''t work, we can''t dispel the burning debuff."


    The yers were shocked as they quickly downed magic resistance potions, but their health kept plummeting.


    Burn Damage: -4,000, -5,000...


    This was an A-level exclusive magic for fire mages, a devastating skill that ignored normal fire resistance and low-tier dispels. Once trapped, the only way to escape was to either tank the damage or kill the caster.


    More than twenty knights were burned alive as DonutWizard''s madness began to show.


    "Die, you little weaklings!" he howled.


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    Just as he was basking in his "victory," a cold voice rang out from the heart of the fiery dungeon, startling everyone.


    "Who are you calling trash?"


    A silhouette emerged, walking gracefully from the mes, a phoenix reborn from the fire!


    Madman froze as he saw her,ing out of the inferno like a goddess of fire.


    Empress, with a lightmand, summoned a deep, thunderous dragon roar! A crimson beast shadow appeared beneath her as she mounted it, her dragonnce humming in unison with the roar!


    An unstoppable fiery wave surged toward DonutWizard.


    "Dragon Knight Tactics: Dragon me Fury!"


    The air exploded as the inferno instantly extinguished!


    "me Dragon!?" DonutWizard''s scalp went numb. "How does she have one!?"


    Empress sneered, raising her hand to unleash a hundred-meter-long scorchingnce. DonutWizard and his SSR yers were instantly obliterated.@@novelbin@@


    Critical Hit: -40,000!

 Chapter 203 203: These 20 Seconds Will Be Your Stage

    "ughter Spree: "What... how many people are here? Am I hallucinating?"


    On the battlefield, both sides paused, astonished, as they looked around.


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    On the hills, in the ins, at the various teleportation points, US yers arrived in droves, like a tide sweeping across thend.


    Orson felt a jolt like electricity coursing through his body, struggling toprehend what he was seeing.


    Even he hadn''t expected that a few regional horn sts would result in such a massive turnout!


    He had personally orchestrated the epic return of the Soul of Heroes, and now, a flood of US yers had appeared on the battlefield. It was a sight to behold, with waves of yers pouring into the warzones like an unstoppable tsunami.


    "Just cannon fodder. Don''t panic."


    Apocalypse Knight Rukawa''s face darkened as thirty thousand US yers appeared on the battlefield.


    "The more cannon fodder there is, the more it''ll affect the battle. Don''t let your guard down."


    Ishinaka muttered, frowning. Her teleportation array continued to flicker, with more and more UJ yers joining the fray to attack the US forces.


    Orson smiled faintly, whispering: "I will forge an unstoppable torrent."


    "Such terrifying influence, this is insane¡ªhow many people showed up?"


    "I''ll bet that even if a god-level boss appeared, these powerful old yers could take it down!"


    "..."


    The world channel exploded in excitement, with yers rushing toward the third battlefield of Infinite Dimensions from all regions.


    Sure, the strength of these yers couldn''tpare to the elite yers of the UJ region.


    In fact, some were fresh out of the beginner viges, still wielding starter weapons.


    In the face of UJ''s elite S-level yers, these newbies were practically nothing.


    One S-level yer could easily take on a hundred or more of them!


    But could even an S-level yer stand up to a force of millions from the US region?


    "SSS-level Super Summon¡ªUS''s Fury!"


    SirLagsALot spoke in a trembling voice, his eyes wide in disbelief as he watched the scene unfold.


    The number of viewers in the stream rapidly decreased, not due tock of poprity, but because everyone was logging in, sharpening their weapons, ready to burst into action against UJ region.


    "This guy''s insane. Did he get a special boost for his mouth?"


    nk stared nkly at the figure in the sky.


    "Forget the personal conflict for a moment¡ªhe really has managed to unite many US yers into one force."


    Demon Emperor muttered, his expression fluctuating between dark and light.


    The momentum of the US Triple Crown winner was unstoppable now, and his fame and power were beyondparison.


    Though he had summoned yers to join the battle, the effect was far more powerful than anything anyone else could do.


    Because he was a man who had dared to dere war on the entire UJ region.


    He had already be a living legend in the world of Infinite Dimensions!


    The teleport beams didn''t stop. In just a few minutes, millions of US yers flooded the battlefield.


    SirLagsALot: "Brothers, look at those mighty, arrogant yers! Damn, this has to be over three million people by now!"


    Rukawa felt uneasy. In his eyes, these regr yers were just cannon fodder, but when there are enough cannon fodder, they can theoretically overwhelm even a dragon!


    Three million US yers versus 80,000 elite UJ yers.


    The numbers were many times greater, and nothing else mattered now¡ªnot even the quality of the gear or stats. Even if each attack only dealt one point of damage, no one could endure it!


    This was the true meaning of the "human sea tactic!"


    "District announcement: yer Orgod has spent a fortune, purchasing Legion-level team permissions."@@novelbin@@


    "District announcement..."


    Orson pulled out a golden horn, his gaze fixed on the crowd below, his blood racing.


    nk: "This madman... he spent 100,000 gold on an almost useless permission."


    The item, worth 100,000 gold, allowed for the creation of a team with unlimited scale.


    Normally, evenrge guilds could only handle about 100,000 yers, but this item, the Empire Totem Horn, allowed for infinite expansion!


    Orson took a deep breath and blew into the totem horn. The sound rang out across the entire map.


    A purple-gold icon appeared above his head: Infinite Charge Legion.


    "Damn, Orgod''s on fire! Let''s go! We''ll fight them to the bitter end!"


    "When the Triple Crown winner points his staff, we''ll follow and kill! No more talking, just kill!"


    Orson set the legion permissions to open, allowing yers to join automatically.


    In an instant, the legion grew to 500,000 members, and the number continued to rise as US yers roared in excitement.


    "Kill!"


    "Kill them all!"


    The shout of "kill" rang out like thunder, and a torrent of yers surged forward, charging straight at the UJ yers present.


    "Don''t think that just because there are a lot of you, you''re special. Killing you will be as easy as flicking my finger."


    Rukawa sneered, swinging his sword. A massive sword beam fell, killing more than thirty low-level US yers in an instant.


    Ishinaka: "Don''t wait for them to gather. Quickly use area-of-effect magic to clear them out!"


    With that, numerous UJ region mages unleashed their area-of-effect spells, the rumbling sound never stopping asrge groups of US yers were wiped out instantly.


    ughter Spree: "There are so many of them, but their stats are too weak. Before they even get close, they die. Are these just cannon fodder?"


    nk: "That''s why I said the totem horn is useless."


    Demon Emperor, leading his group, applied to join the Infinite Charge Legion, but Orson made no significant moves.


    Most of the US yers were not elite warriors, so their tactics were chaotic at best. They fought with nothing but passion, rushing into battle just to die.


    In contrast, the UJ region yers had multiplerge guilds, coordinated perfectly, forming a defensive wall and cutting down the rushing US yers one by one.


    Orson watched the battlefield quietly, already predicting the oue.


    After all, the UJ region side had received professional training, and the front-line knights had formed an unbreakable shield wall. It was nearly impossible to break through.


    The lower-level ranged DPS had limited range, and even if there were more of them, they could never reach the backline of the UJ knights. Their basic attacks couldn''t break the knights'' defense.


    "Ha! As expected, US yers are a joke. What good is having so many if they can''t even put up a decent fight!"


    Rukawaughed as he continued to cut down US yers with his sword. In no time, over a hundred yers had been killed.


    Ishinaka, riding a Lord-ss unicorn, moved forward confidently.


    She had be a killing machine, warping the space around her. Dozens of spatial vortexes appeared, crushing and ying anyone who came too close.


    nk: "Damn it! This space mage is impossible to deal with. If you get close, you''re automatically revealed."


    Demon Emperor continued to cut through the US yers with ease, but soon he and his group were overwhelmed by dozens of UJ mages'' magic tides. Despite their impressive health pools, they couldn''t withstand the relentless onught.


    ughter Spree: "Why isn''t he making a move yet?"


    ughter''s members looked angrily at Orson, not understanding what he was nning.


    Was he really going to watch as millions of US yers were crushed?


    Didn''t this idiot realize that while riling up the US yers was admirable, if they lost this battle, it would deal a devastating blow to the morale of US yers?


    At this moment, the Crimson Lizard King, restricted by Ishinaka''s space domain, was flying at a height of less than 100 meters.


    Simrly, the flying war beasts of the UJ side had all been brought down.


    "Has everyone joined the legion?" Orson muttered to himself.


    Since the low-level yers couldn''t break through the defensive lines with basic attacks, he decided to just throw skills everywhere.


    With numbers this overwhelming, even the weakest skill could have the impact of an S-level attack!


    Orson scanned the battlefield, his lips curling into a slight smile. He suddenly announced:


    "Everyone listen up. Priests, revive the yers without thinking. Other sses, use whatever skills you have¡ªthese 20 seconds will be your stage!"


    ughter Spree froze: "Does he not know that priests have a cooldown for reviving yers? What is he nning to do?"


    Orson''s gaze grew sharper as the six-piece set of Heavenly Fire burst into action, releasing a massive light ring that enveloped over three million US yers.


    "Heavenly Fire Awakening¡ªDragon Curse¡ªHowl of Fury!"

 Chapter 204 204: Please Die Here

    "A-ss skills without cooldown?" nk stared at her status bar in disbelief.


    She knew some characters were absurd, but this was beyond what she could call absurd!


    A long-range mage with an enormous mana pool could spam skills all they wanted, but turning millions of US yers into an infinite firepower mode? How was this even possible? Did the game really need to bnce him with a patch?


    "No wonder this guy almost made Usher lose his mind..." nk muttered, half-amused. She quickly found Shimoji, the one who had killed her earlier, and immediately unleashed her ultimate attack before he could react.


    "Looking for death?"


    Shimoji froze, caughtpletely off guard. nk''s skills rained down like there was no tomorrow, relentlessly targeting him.


    "Heart-piercing Double Demon!"


    "Heart-piercing...?"


    "To kill me? You''re not worthy!" nk smirked triumphantly, her skills flying in all directions. Shimoji, having just switched to a new legendary weapon, found himself repeatedly smashed by reckless skill spamming.@@novelbin@@


    Critical Hit -6000! True Damage Bleed -8000!


    At the same time, the seven A-rank Knights in front of her were wiped out by 100% critical hits and bleeding effects. nk delivered the final blow to Shimoji with a heart-piercing strike.


    With all her stealth abilities now on cooldown, she became invisible and appeared like a shadow, tearing through the backlines of the UJ region yers, a ck whirlwind in her wake.


    "Is this what it''s like to hack?" nk couldn''t help but mumble.


    Elsewhere, the scene was even more spectacr. Countless holy light crosses rained down from the sky, and in an instant, over ten thousand US yers resurrected from the ground.


    Resurrect! Resurrect! ...


    Rukawa was shocked. The yers he had just downed kept getting back up¡ªonly to fall again, only to rise once more! He stood dumbfounded, unable to understand how their resurrection had no cooldown.


    -200 -220 ...


    It was one thing to resurrect endlessly, but the US yers had no skill cooldowns either?


    Rukawa, equipped in six-piece legendary gear, could block most minor damage, and regr yers'' attacks didn''t even scratch him. However, the skills used against him had additional effects, which made all the difference.


    Low-level skills with extra effects poured in, overwhelming him.


    Apocalypse Knight, with over 40,000 health and a dozen priests healing him, still couldn''t avoid being overwhelmed by the sheer number of enemies.


    "Baka yarou! I won''t¡­ lose!" Rukawa shouted, reviving and swinging his sword to kill dozens of yers.


    "Kill him! He''s the one glowing, right?" "We''ll drown that glowing elite with spit!"


    Rukawa''s scalp tingled as more than 2,000 low-level yers ganged up on him. Within moments, he was buried under their attacks.


    "Hahaha... Sweating now, huh, you little bastard!" "I can revive instantly! Come on, hit me!" "Priests, hurry up with the resurrections, I won''t stop until I''ve died a few thousand times!"


    The US yers'' constant chatter filled the air.


    From the backlines, hundreds of thousands of priests with their staves were frantically resurrecting fallen yers, all with an unrelenting focus on "mindless" reviving.


    SirLagsALot continued to cheer excitedly, "They''re the incarnations of immortality! They are the unyielding fire of the battlefield!"


    "Are you afraid? Disobedient taxpayers... Hmm, they need to be punished," Orson said, his blood burning with excitement.


    ughter Spree: "This goddamn scammer is infuriating... But damn, he''s too powerful!"


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    Crimson Lizard King''s blood-red eyes widened. The dragon''s head lifted, and a no-cooldown, destructive breath shot out in a massive pir of magic me, sweeping across the battlefield like a ckser.


    Fueled by the S-rank beast skill "Explosion me Meteor," the Crimson Lizard King tore through enemy lines, with a fiery, raging storm sending hundreds of UJ region yers flying and burning them alive.


    Orson''s eyes shed sharply as he waved his Heavenfire staff. The chaotic six-pointed star lit up.


    Heaven''s Firefall!


    The spell grew to three times its size!


    Heaven''s Firefall!


    Dragon Curse activated!


    Boom!


    The sky rumbled, and UJ region yers were shrouded in shadows. Five giant meteors blotted out the moon as if the wrath of the gods was descending upon the earth.


    US yers looked up, their hearts racing with excitement and shock. Someone shouted, "Orgod... Long live!"


    This cry quickly spread among the crowd, creating a massive wave of spirit.


    "Godyer¡ªLong live!"


    Countless yers raised their arms, shouting with all their might, as the meteors and the divine wrath descended, guaranteeing that all enemies would be annihted!


    The meteors fell, and the oue was clear!


    Boom! Boom!


    The UJ region yers stood frozen, as the meteors triggered waves of dirt and debris, creating a tsunami-like effect that instilled deep terror into their instincts.


    This was a natural disaster!


    This was the fury of the undefeated Sorcerer from the US!


    No one could block this!


    And no one would survive it!


    With this strike, over half of the UJ region yers perished.


    On the battlefield, the roaring cries of US yers contrasted sharply with the eerie silence of UJ region yers.


    Ishinaka''s pupils contracted. A blue void-eye appeared above her head, using her exclusive skill "Material Grasp" to barely block one of the Double Celestial Descent meteors.


    But blocking just one was already her limit.


    Ishinaka''s chest heaved as she began to understand Naoko''s situation. When fighting on the same map as Orson, there was no hope for aeback. His presence alone meant absolute crushing power.


    Ishinaka realized why Orson had waited so long to act and called in so many US yers. It wasn''t because hecked strength¡ªit was for building up his momentum.


    The UJ region''s elite? They were simply stepping stones on his path to godhood!


    The existence of UJ region yers barely mattered. They were merely an essory, a tool to vent his anger.


    "Ishina, Emperor''s Might Guild, Saint yer Syndicate, the remnants of Thousand Hands¡ªplease die here." Orson''s gaze was cold as he locked eyes with Ishinaka, his words full of arrogance. No one dared challenge him.


    Ishinaka, with her impressive battle potential, was a former Tiers yer from the UJ region. Her survival from that era was a testament to her strength. Now, everyone could see that Orson''s words, in a single stroke, had sealed their fate.


    Silently, Orson sat cross-legged, entering "Meditation" mode to recharge.


    The Dragon Curse Howl of Fury effect ended, and Orson entered an empty mana state, which would normally be the perfect moment to attack him.


    However, before him stood over 10,000 knights, resembling an iron wall, their eyes locked onto him, prepared to defend him.


    "A few stay behind as rear guard, the rest retreat," Ishinaka said calmly.


    Despite the battle spoils scattered across the battlefield, Ishinaka had no intention of retrieving any. She knew that staying any longer would only increase their losses.


    "Die here, and be prepared to pay me Tithe," Orson said, his eyes gleaming with sharp light.


    Ishinaka''s face darkened with anger, but she suppressed it quickly.


    Ignoring Orson, she turned and left behind over 2,000 yers as rear guard, preparing to retreat via the ancient teleportation portal.


    ng!


    The sound of weapons colliding rang out, and nk, emerging from stealth, rushed towards Ishinaka. She realized that the S-rank hidden ss yer was the biggest threat among their group.


    "This battle is decided, you''ve lost," nk dered.


    A level 37 rogue appeared, dressed in grey with incredibly fast movements, meeting nk head-on without losing ground.


    At the same time, a powerful assassin team stepped forward, protecting Ishinaka as rear guard.


    "I don''t like repeating myself," Orson said, rising to his feet with a coldugh. "Remember this: the US region is a forbidden zone in Infinite Dimensions. Anyone from other regions who dares invade will never live to tell the tale!"


    "Still not moving? Naoko."


    As Orson''s voice echoed, a fierce roar came from within the teleportation portal.


    A monstrous eight-headed creature descended onto the battlefield!


    "Naoko, you..." Ishinaka gasped.


    "Orson''s pain will be shared by all of you," Naoko said with a sly smile. She stood atop the serpent''s head, and violent elemental tides began to gather around her. Her eyes turned cold as she ordered, "Yamata no Orochi, kill them all!"

 Chapter 205 205: Feel the Pain of Being Controlled

    "SS-level Summoner? Has she gone mad?"


    "No, something''s wrong! It looks like she changed guilds¡­"


    The UJ region yers were stunned, their faces turning pale as they saw Naoko''s [Bright Gxy] guild tag floating above her.


    As the leader of the Thousand Hands Guild, she didn''t just leave the guild¡ªshe had joined an organization that no one had heard of.


    "Bright Gxy Guild... Could it be the group of US yers who transferred servers?"


    "Yeah! It must be them! Orgod nted a poison in the UJ region!"


    "Every guild that associates with them has to send Tithe regrly!"


    Though the UJ yers had heard rumors of Naoko''s "betrayal," seeing it firsthand was still iprehensible.


    This was an SS-level Kingdom Summoner with the near-invincible Yamata no Orochi as her summon. She had been utterly defeated under the US Sorcerer''smand and, just like that, had chosen to defect. It was hard to ept.


    Naoko''s expression remained indifferent as she faced the UJ yers'' usations, responding only with cold, relentless AoE magic.


    "Let''s begin. Feel the pain together." Naoko whispered with a smile.


    Yamata no Orochi''s water-element serpent heads hissed, a massive water sphere, over 100 meters in diameter, hovered above the retreating UJ yers.


    "Frost Star Rain."


    Ssh¡ª


    The water sphere exploded, transforming into a barrage of icy arrows that shot out in all directions.


    Critical Hit -40,000!


    -26,000!


    ¡­


    Hundreds of UJ yers were instantly obliterated as the ice arrows pierced through their armor and bodies. Continue reading at My Virtual Library Empire


    ughter Spree: "What¡­ what is she doing? Why is she killing her own people? This eight-headed serpent is as deadly as Orson''s bastard summon!"


    nk sneered, squinting her eyes andughing smugly. "Idiot, didn''t you notice she joined the army? Now she''s on the US side."


    Demon Emperor: "Interesting. Thousand Hands Guild has a huge financial backing, and she dares to directly defect."


    "Naoko, you''ve changed. Do you realize the consequences of your actions?"


    Ishinaka''s face darkened as she turned her gaze to Naoko, who was still controlling the giant beast.


    Naoko had always been a lucky, ordinary yer, but bing the respected leader of Thousand Hands made her a target of behind-the-scenes scrutiny from the financial consortium.


    Once she had rebelled and defected, the consortium would surely take action against her.


    "So, can you guess where I am now?" Naoko''s seductiveugh lingered in the air.


    Ishinaka raised an eyebrow, her voice tinged with surprise. "Could it be... you''ve already gone to the US?"


    Naoko smiled knowingly. "From now on, Infinite Dimensions will be ruled by one person. Ishinaka, you''d better recognize your position and make the choice that''s best for you."


    Ishinaka was shaken as she realized Naoko hadn''t denied her words, and turned to look at Orson, who was sitting calmly on the ground.


    "Well, well, this woman is bold." Orsonughed at the sight.


    The UJ financial consortium might have vast power, but it only extended within UJ.


    Naoko, however, was an ambitious woman who threw aside all restrictions. Under Charles Lauren''s arrangement, she secretly flew her family and elite members of Thousand Hands to the US during the night.


    They then used the Rank Studio''s UJ proxy server to enter the game.


    With SS-level Kingdom Summoner powers and the help of someone like Orson, making aeback was not difficult at all.


    This way, she avoided the consortium''s retaliation and could continue to rise to prominence, achieving everything she desired.


    "Firestone Explosion."


    Naoko''s smile remained sweet, but her attacks never ceased.


    With a magic cannon possessing hundreds of millions of health, she was an unstoppable force on the battlefield as long as her body survived.


    Dozens of purple and golden beams shot up into the sky, delivering a devastating blow to the Saint yer Syndicate, and countless loot dropped to the ground.


    "Idiot, it''s all yours." Orson smirked, tossing out Berenice, who had been ready for a while.


    A streak of light shed across the battlefield, and six pieces of Legendary gear were collected.


    Orson didn''t take the Heroic-level gear, as it was considered a collective loot drop for all the US yers present.


    Rukawa: "Damn woman! I''ll kill you!"


    Seeing his subordinates suffer heavy losses, Apocalypse Knight was revived and charged at Yamata no Orochi, riding a dragon.


    "Where are you going, glowing one? This dragon looks nice, I''ll take it!"


    "Damn, the guild leader only has a few hundred gold on him, what a fraud!"


    "Brothers, let''s take him down!"


    Rukawa was fuming, but therge dragon, now covered in US yers, was knocked down once again by a focused assault from thousands of yers.


    "Holy shit, we''ve struck it rich! Level 35 Legendary Armor!"


    "Who the hell has such fast hands?"


    Rukawa''s Legendary Armor was destroyed, and golden light shed. The speed of the loot collectors was mind-blowing.


    Berenice, standing still and guarding the area, was stunned. "You guys are real savages... so bad!"


    "Ridiculous, even Berenice couldn''t get it." Orson grumbled with three ck lines on his forehead.


    In the blink of an eye, an Imperial Auction House listing popped up with a [Sharp Lionheart Armor¡¤Holy], starting at 20,000 gold coins.


    Orson shook his head, admiring the unique yers of the US. Even someone as fast as him didn''t dare im to be the fastest.


    Some yers had trained their hands for decades. It was honestly impressive.


    Yamata no Orochi stood at the edge of the Ancient Teleportation Portal, and the UJ yers rushing forward had only one path¡ªdeath.


    The five serpent heads, with their temporarily disabled magic powers, were still deadly in closebat, each devouring a UJ yer.


    The other three serpent heads continuously switched their skills, almost achieving seamless coordination.


    Kitagawa: "Naoko, you traitor!"


    An SS-level Sharpshooter let out an enraged roar, breaking free from the chaos and drawing his bow to target Naoko above Yamata no Orochi''s heads.


    "I''m just showing everyone the way forward. I''m protecting you all," Naoko said softly, shaking her head at Kitagawa.


    Her gaze held a trace ofplexity, but it quickly returned to cold indifference.


    Naoko knew what the price would be for bing enemies with the incredibly powerful man. She was done being undermined by the core members of her guild.


    For Naoko, if she couldn''t be the strongest in Infinite Dimensions, then being second-inmand in Area One wasn''t so bad.


    "Rapid Fire Arrow Rain!"


    Kitagawa unleashed a barrage of arrows, trying to take down Naoko, the traitor.


    "Wow! How dare you attack our guild leader! You''ve got guts!"


    "Brain-dead wall of people, go!"


    With a shrill shout, Charles and his group of shirtless low-level yers appeared in front of Naoko.


    The Sharpshooter''s lock-on ability could destroy a Summoner in one shot, but only one person at a time.


    Charles grinned maliciously, and they formed a human wall, blocking Kitagawa''s arrows with their bodies.


    "Team two, get in there! Protect with your bodies!" Charles cackled. As a batch of low-level yers died, more rushed to the front to shield Naoko.


    "Such tactics... you''ve opened my eyes, Vice President Chen."


    Naoko''s face flushed slightly. These teammates were so poor that they didn''t even wear armor, standing in front of her and forming a human wall.


    It was a bizarre sight.


    "Damn bugs!"


    Kitagawa''s face turned green as he saw what was happening. Thest time, these low-level yers had tricked many of his guild members into bing rogue, causing massive losses of equipment.


    Now, these shameless people weren''t even dropping coins upon death.


    The Dark Assassin Shimoji sighed. "We have no choice but tomit mass suicide to reduce the losses."


    "Only option we have." Ishinaka shook her head. The teleportation portal was blocked by Yamata no Orochi, and they had to constantly watch Orson from behind.@@novelbin@@


    They were running out of options.


    "Royal Command¡­"


    Only 20,000 UJ yers remained, preparing tomit suicide and return to town. Naoko spoke, "Triple Crown winner already said, you won''t be able to leave."


    "Silence."


    Naoko called out loudly, and Yamata no Orochi''s ck serpent heads reared up, and a dark six-pointed star enveloped the battlefield.


    "Silence skill!?"


    "Special skills are forced into cooldown!"


    UJ yers were stunned and fell intoplete despair!


    The A-grade Dark Magic [Silent Eclipse].


    Effect: Within the summon''s range, all special life skills and relics be ineffective, and skills are forced into a one-hour cooldown.

 Chapter 206 206: I Will Put the Collar on You

    When the Dark Magic was unleashed, it was like the final straw that broke the camel''s back.


    Ishinaka, Rukawa, Shimoji, and the others hadpletely lost their fighting spirit. This would be a nightmare they would never forget.


    Millions of US yers, in coordination with Yamata no Orochi, began a relentless massacre of the remaining UJ district yers.


    A few tens of thousands of UJ''s elite were quickly overwhelmed by the tsunami of US yers.


    "This battle will go down in history!"


    The World Channel exploded in activity, with many top-tier items being listed at the Empire Auction House. Laters among the US yers had missed their chance and would be left with nothing but regret.


    "SSR, Rattlesnake, Sky Wolf... These trash guilds need to get out of our US district!"


    "Orgod resisted the foreign invaders, but these bastards stole his home!"


    "I can''t take it anymore! These idiots really deserve to die!"


    The participating US yers quickly realized that while the foreign invaders had been wiped out, the "internal enemies" still remained.


    Under the guidance of SirLagsALot and others, yers began to form their own conclusions:


    The fact that Orgod wasn''t personally guarding the Bone Dragon Stronghold meant that he had prioritized the US district above all else.


    Such noble sentiment was far beyond what the SSR guild''s little pawns could understand!


    "Alright, thank you for your hard work, everyone," Orson said as he mounted the Crimson Lizard King and addressed the crowd.


    "Old man, you''re not leaving!"


    "Who needs to go?! Let''s keep pushing forward! No matter if it''s NPC legions or the SSR guild, let''s crush them all!"


    "No, I still haven''t seen any decent equipment. Triple Crown winner, take us for one more round!"


    ...


    The regional chat was flooded with messages, and Orson felt overwhelmed. Instead of leaving, the millions of yers below him were now rallying to continue the fight!


    "But... most of you haven''t received any fortification tasks, you can''t go to the Celestial Fortress," Orson said in surprise.


    "Can''t go to Celestial Fortress? Then let''s go to Bone Dragon Stronghold!"


    "Yes! Let''s hit Bone Dragon Stronghold. Whoever dares to take Godyer''s base, I''ll go after them!"


    "Let''s go, Triple Crown winner! Stop talking like a girl!"


    Orson was taken aback, realizing that he hadpletely over-energized these yers. They were now all bloodthirsty.@@novelbin@@


    "Sigh... Alright, let''s go crush them," Orson said, unable to do anything else.


    "Ha ha, Wedge that bitch better wait for me! If she dares show her face, I''ll strip her robe off! Let her taste what true sleaziness is!"


    "Bro, calm down, I''ve set my eyes on Reaver''s two legendary daggers. I''m calling dibs on them!"


    "Nothing wrong with calling dibs on Snow Dream''s staff, right?"


    ...


    A tidal wave of yers surged toward the first battlefield.


    "The Demon Emperor''s Legionmander role is yours now. Bone Dragon Stronghold is yours to manage. Whether you keep the base for yourself or..." Orson smiled and nced at Demon Emperor, who was riding on the Frostmoon Giant Wolf.


    Demon Emperor''s smile stiffened at the words. Keep the base for himself? Was Orson serious?


    Bone Dragon Stronghold was rich in resources, and itsbyrinthine monsters had a high drop rate. But Demon Emperor wasn''t a fool. If he took the base now, he knew the US yers wouldn''t just let it slide. With millions of yers rallying behind Orson, could he afford to go against that?


    The momentum of US Triple Crown winner was now at its peak. Whether Orson nned to take the Bone Dragon Stronghold or not, if Demon Emperor made a move now, the entire ughter Guild would be drowned in spit from public outrage. That''s how terrifying public opinion could be. Experience more on My Virtual Library Empire


    Orson had once been a hunted dog, but now, he could rise to god-like status!


    "I''m d you like it, Orson-kun," Naoko sent a private message.


    "Meh," Orson replied nonchntly, his lips curling into a smile.


    Now, Naoko was the number one enforcer and guild leader of Bright Gxy Guild. Anyone who didn''t pay their Tithe would be bombarded by Yamata no Orochi''s destructive power. She was the voice of Orson in the UJ district.


    "Can I meet you in person?" Naoko''s voice was sweet.


    Orson was momentarily taken aback. Meet in person? What for? Was there something that required offline discussion?


    This was troublesome.


    Naoko sent a voice message, her voice seductive, "I think Orson-kun, you''re even more charming in real life. Would you let me witness the glory of Triple Crown winner?"


    Is she crazy? Does this woman have a masochistic tendency?


    Orson''s thoughts were in turmoil. He tried to remain calm and replied, "I don''t understand UJnguage."


    "But I speak English..." Naoko''s voice trailed off.


    Without hesitation, Orson blocked her.


    "She''s messing with my mind," Orson muttered under his breath, his face slightly flushed.


    In his mind, he thought: "Another woman crushed in the game, now trying to get back at me in real life. I''m not interested."


    But despite his words, he knew Naoko was a top-tier beauty. Still, in his eyes, she seemed more like a wild lioness, a beast that needed to be tamed. Her rising ferocity couldn''t be left unchecked; otherwise, it would bite back at him at the worst possible time. She needed someone to control her, and Orson was more than happy to hold the leash.


    "Defeat! The three top guilds from the UJ districtbined forces and nearly 100,000 elite yers were wiped out!"


    "Not a single survivor! They couldn''t even manage tomit suicide!"


    In thebyrinth, the SSR guild members were stunned when they received news of the UJ district''s copse. They had cut themselves off from most of the channels to focus on finding the exit.


    Yet, the news soon reached them. The US forces had appeared on the third battlefield, and Yamata no Orochi had blocked the door, massacring the UJ district yers.


    She was an SS-level Kingdom Summoner, wasn''t she supposed to be from the Thousand Hands Guild?


    How could she single-handedly massacre thousands of UJ district elites?


    These questions left the SSR guild members utterly confused. Only a few high-ranking officials were constantly receiving updates about the third battlefield. Their faces were as dark as water, and their moods were highly agitated.


    Inadvertently, they had made a fatal mistake. Now, they found themselves in an irredeemable situation. If the Godyer guild didn''t fall, and Orgod wasn''t eliminated, every one of their guilds would be the enemy of the US yers!


    "Why are we beingbeled as traitors? Cross-server alliances have happened before! Where did these idiots get such a strong reaction from?!"


    In the deep tunnel, Reaver gritted his teeth and muttered to himself.


    Thebyrinth''s second level was vast, full of tunnels whose depths could not be seen, and small secret zones that had already been cleared by Godyer members.


    And there were high-level monsters with ridiculous amounts of HP that could ambush them at any moment. The SSR guild had split into multiple teams, each searching for an exit.


    "Who the hell is stirring up the trouble? Who''s leading the charge?" one of them whispered.


    The rest of the SSR members were focused on taking down the Godyer guild. No one wanted to risk being expelled from the US yers'' faction.


    As professional yers, they knew just how terrifying public opinion could be. They had seen how badly Orson had been treated in the past.


    But now, it was toote to back out. The invisible hand of fate was pushing them deeper into the abyss.

 Chapter 207 207: Earth Druid

    "SSR yers have reached Celestial Fortress, now''s our chance to take some points!"


    "Bone Dragon Stronghold already belongs to the SSR Guild. If we take it, it''s not like we''re snatching it from Godyer."


    "Exactly, we''re just doing the right thing, removing the US traitors."


    As soon as the main SSR forces teleported to Celestial Fortress, three other factions set their sights on Bone Dragon Stronghold. Among them was the recently rising Unmatched Guild.


    Not long ago, they shed with Dragon''s Kiss Guild at the Empire''s border, suffering mutual losses. However, the fact that they could contend with Dragon''s Kiss Guild proved their strength.


    Bone Dragon Stronghold, apart from Celestial Fortress, was the most valuable piece ofnd on the battlefield. Manyrge guilds had long coveted it.


    They knew their ce¡ªwhether facing NPC armies with five giant dragons or the Godyer coalition, taking Celestial Fortress was almost impossible. However, taking Bone Dragon Stronghold would still be a huge gain.


    "Robert, we can''t take this point."


    An out-of-ce voice interrupted. A yer exuding a wild aura spoke.


    The man was tall, with bronze skin, and his massive arms were covered in beast-like magic runes. He wasn''t wearing any armor but held a staff resembling a tree root.


    "Oh? Why can''t Hunter take it?" Unmatched Robert smiled lightly.


    As the leader of the Unmatched Guild, Robert held a level 35 star-shaped legendary silver bow called [Earth Demon ¡¤ Soul Destroyer Bow]. Ranked 6th on the weapon list, this bow had a passive effect that prevented the enemy from resurrecting after being killed.


    The three-piece set''s awakened skills were unknown, but he had used this equipment to kill hundreds of Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s main team, causing considerable trouble for Usher.


    "Triple Crown winner Orgod may be tied up, but with his current poprity, anyone who tries to take this point will cause us significant trouble," Hunter shook his head.


    Unmatched 058: "Hunter, are you joking? Others who get an S-tier hidden job always aim high, and you''re bing more cautious?"


    Unmatched 03: "Don''t even talk about trouble¡ªso what if everyone in the game starts criticizing us? A bunch of useless whiners, are you afraid of them?"


    "No need to say more. On the battlefield, the victor is king. I understand your concerns," Unmatched Robert said confidently. Having previously fought Dragon''s Kiss Guild at the Empire''s border boosted his confidence.


    Bone Dragon Stronghold was worth at least a million gold in current market value¡ªequivalent to a full 10 billion dors. With such massive profit at stake, the Unmatched Guild had the strength topete and was determined to go for it!


    Hunter furrowed his brow, no longer voicing his objections. He could clearly feel the shift in the team''s atmosphere.


    Initially, they were just a group of strong solo yers, but once team leader Unmatched Robert obtained the S-tier job [Soul Reaper Archer], everything changed.


    Robert had received investment from foreign tycoons and founded the Unmatched Guild, with ambitions rapidly growing.


    They were very different from SSR, a guild full of professional yers who relied on fan support. The Unmatched Guild didn''t care about nationality or ethnic pride; profits were the only true way to go!


    Unmatched Robert looked up at the broken Bone Dragon Stronghold, raised his longbow, and coldlymanded, "Take the point! Kill!"


    "Quick! Don''t let Unmatched Guild take it first! SSR and Godyer are absent¡ªthis is our chance!"


    "First, take out SSR, then eliminate Unmatched!"


    The other two factions, seeing the opportunity, rushed in from gaps opened by the Earth Dragon''s attacks.


    "SSR''s territory¡ªwho dares to mess with it?" an SSR yer roared, blocking the gap with his team.


    This axe-and-shield warrior, relying on exceptional skills, stomped on enemy heads and hacked through with a storm of strikes, killing four Unmatched knights in an instant.


    "Star Soul Strike!"


    Unmatched Robert''s eyes shed coldly as he unleashed a terrifying spiritual arrow. Enemies in the front lines were sent flying.


    Critical hit -5000!


    Buffs removed!


    Healing disabled for 3 seconds.


    Group knockback!


    "Unmatched Robert... that bastard!" the axe-and-shield warrior gasped.


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    [Soul Reaper Archer] was slower in terms of firing speedpared to other S-tier archers but had an extremely powerful buff stacking effect, particrly strong against heavily armored frontlines.


    "Hunter, no more hesitation, let''s take the point," Unmatched Robert urged.


    "Fine."


    Hunter sighed and said, "Druid B-tier Beast Form¡ªAshen Demon Bear!"


    His arms glowed with a hazy green light. With a roar, his forehead bulged, and fangs and gray fur sprouted from his mouth.


    "What the hell is that? A transformation ss? Damn!"


    "One million health? Are you kidding me! Is this a yer or a boss?"


    The SSR guards stared in shock as a nine-meter-tall, gray mist-filled magic bear appeared. The bear''s eyes were filled with rage, and its magic ws struck down, smashing several SSR knights into the ground.


    Critical hit -7000!


    Smash damage -8000!


    Smash damage...


    Pdins with 20,000¨C30,000 health were crushed into pulp, creating a bloody and brutal scene.


    More than ten SSR ranged yers focused their fire on the magic bear, shooting beams of light.


    Roar!


    "Terror Tremor!"


    The magic bear suddenly turned and used its transformation skill, creating a shockwave that shattered all iing attacks.


    "S-tier hidden job... Earth Druid!"


    The yers in the area gasped in surprise.


    ording to the Infinite Dimensions official website, if the Earth Druid obtained their exclusive gear, they could briefly transform into a dragon or chimera. In terms ofbat potential among S-tier hidden jobs, they ranked in the top ten.


    The Earth Druid could transform into various forms, and though the transformation time was limited, it significantly boosted their stats. The only downside was that they could only equip exclusive Druid gear to enhance the form''s power and duration.


    The Earth Druid rampaged through the crowd, while Unmatched Robert held the ranged pressure. Together, they wreaked havoc on the SSR defenders.


    However, as the other two factions joined in, the battle quickly devolved into a chaotic multi-faction brawl.


    "Unmatched, stop!" The leading axe-and-shield warrior shouted.


    Unmatched Robert: "Why stop? Hunter and I haven''t even used our full strength. No need to negotiate."


    SSR Nafi: "Heh, then please use your full strength. Otherwise, none of us will be able to take this point."


    A chilling shadow fell over everyone''s faces, and they instinctively looked up.


    "Orgod!"


    "Orson!!"


    "Shit, wasn''t he too busy toe to Bone Dragon Stronghold? Was the intel wrong?"


    A man and a dragon appeared, seeming to hold up the entire sky. In an instant, they captured everyone''s attention.


    "So it''s a Druid. Interesting," Orson said nonchntly, looking down at the chaos below.


    Unmatched Guild had some fame in the past, but Unmatched Robert wasn''t apetent leader. Due to unequal profit distribution, the guild had dissolved before the Hardcore Mode arrived.


    As for the Druid yer, his strength was on the verge of reaching Heavenly-tier, but the key exclusive equipment had been taken by Usher. He refused to be ackey of Dragon''s Kiss Guild.


    In the end, during the first Heaven Demon invasion, he was surrounded and killed along with several close friends.


    Otherwise, with the Earth Druid''s potential, reaching Heavenly-tier wouldn''t have been difficult.


    SSR Nafi: "Everyone, I mean every guild that wants Bone Dragon Stronghold! Show your full hand and kill this man!"


    SSR Nafi: "Our guild master said that whoever kills the traitor Orgod, we''ll dly hand over Bone Dragon Stronghold!"


    "Really throwing in the big bucks."


    The Crimson Lizard King hovered above Bone Dragon Stronghold, and Orson looked down at the chaotic battle below, saying loudly, "Your enemy is not me."


    "You... what do you mean?" SSR Nafi asked, barely keeping hisposure as he met Orson''s gaze. The oppressive force made him feel as if he couldn''t stand up straight.


    "The Druid? If you want information about the exclusive gear, you can join Godyer," Orson said with a smile, watching Hunter return to his usual state.


    "Digging our people? Is this the Triple Crown winner''s style?" Unmatched Robert sneered.


    "Digging people right under our Unmatched Guild''s nose, Orgod, you really have some nerve!"


    The Unmatched Guild members instantly red up, and Robert''s expression changed. "Hunter, don''t listen to his nonsense. The Earth Druid''s exclusive equipment lead has been lost."


    Hunter looked up at the man, his expression fluctuating as he muttered, "So this is Infinite Dimensions'' number one?"


    "Believe it or not, it''s up to you. By the way, the person next to you is unreliable," Orson chuckled.@@novelbin@@


    Unmatched Robert: "You troublemaker! Die!"


    With that, he drew his legendary bow and locked onto Orson in mid-air.


    Orson smiled mockingly, not even bothering to look back. "Your enemy is not me."


    Whoosh!


    Suddenly, a cold light appeared behind Unmatched Robert. nk drew his knife and with several swift strikes, killed Unmatched Robert.


    "Infinite Charge Legion, kill!"


    Meanwhile, the war cry of Demon Emperor echoed from afar.

 Chapter 208 208: Lost in My Own House!

    "Enjoy the blessing of the unlucky god Orson," nk chuckled slyly,nding a sessful strike before vanishing again, her figure melting into the shadows.


    "So... many people!"


    "Shit! The enemy... We only have about 10,000 people. How the hell are we supposed to be opponents to them?"


    The members of SSR, Unmatched, and other guilds froze in ce, staring at the battlefield outside the fortress. What they saw made their hearts skip a beat¡ªmillions of US yers charging in.


    nk had already disappeared, and Unmatched guild members couldn''t focus on anything but the massive influx of yers, which overwhelmed them with fear.


    "Isn''t the leader of Unmatched supposed to be amazing? I''ll just take him out with a newbie sword to teach him a lesson!"


    "This time, I''m definitely picking up at least one hero-level item. Whoever gets in my way will die!"


    "Charge! Strip them of their gear, don''t leave a single rich yer behind!"


    The voices of battle cries echoed in the distance, and Demon Emperor, looking grim, was feeling the pressure.


    Unfortunately, he wasn''t just stirring up yer rivalry between the UJ region and others; he was trying to rally support for his cause while also stacking his Soul Seal by taking down enemies. However, the situation had spun out of control.


    Despite holding ten strongholds, Demon Emperor had essentially be a subordinate to Orgod. Everyone was so hyped on Orgod''s influence that even if they captured the stronghold, he wouldn''t dare im it, because the pressure from the ughter Guild and the sheer numerical superiority was just too overwhelming.


    "This... this is ridiculous. Have they all gone mad?"


    "No wonder the world chat has been spamming about millions of soldiers and a forbidden-curse-level sea-of-people tactic... my God!"


    The yers who had previously stoked the mes of battle were now dumbfounded.


    While the iing yers might havecked any realbat power, the sheer number of them¡ªmillions¡ªwas impossible to contend with.


    "We don''t have enough hands or feet to counter all of them! This is impossible!"


    Hunter: "I told you, we can''t take this stronghold. Robert, you created Unmatched, not these rich kids."


    Unmatched Robert was revived by the priest and let out a cold snort: "You didn''t let that Orson guy talk you into this, did you?"


    Hunter opened his mouth to say something, but then stopped. After a moment of thought, he said seriously: "Don''t blindly chase after short-term gains. With the current situation, no one who offends Godyer or Orgod wille out unscathed. If ughter Guild was really willing to be Orgod''s pawn, this would have been over already."


    Upon hearing this, Unmatched Robert sneered. "You want to join Godyer, huh? Fine, I won''t stop you, but don''t say I didn''t warn you¡ªGodyer is going to lose this battle!"


    Hunter was stunned for a moment. Before he could respond, Unmatched Robert had kicked him out of the raid group.


    "Robert, you''re too arrogant!" Hunter was immediately infuriated.


    "Unmatched doesn''t need cowards! If you''re so capable, return all the gear and gold you got from our dungeon runs!"


    "S-ss hidden ss, so impressive, right? Just because Triple Crown winner looks at you differently, you think you''re some kind of big shot?"


    Several yers on the side started to provoke Hunter. They had always disliked this Druid who liked to go against the grain, and had been holding back their irritation for a long time.


    "Stop arguing, it''s pointless."


    "Yeah, these guys have no clue how to lead. You''ve known what they''re like for a while now."


    "You''d make a better guild leader than Robert any day¡­"


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    Hunter was quite respected in Unmatched. Many members sent him private messages offeringfort.


    "yer [Super Burger King] has left the guild."


    Hunter didn''t say a word and immediately chose to leave the guild.


    Unmatched Robert coldly looked at the guild messages, sneering to himself. "Without Druid-specific gear, you''re nothing. Even if I knew the gear''s whereabouts, I wouldn''t tell you."


    A massive wave of yers from ughter Guild charged into the stronghold, recklessly attacking anything that moved. Whether they could win or not, they were hell-bent on cutting down enemies.


    Unmatched and SSR defenders were already losing ground.


    Around Celestial Fortress, dragonfire filled the air as five massive dragons rained destruction on the watchtowers.


    The White Tower, with its massive health pool of 100 million, was now under half health, with many of the defensive crossbows set up by civilian yers already destroyed.


    It wouldn''t be long before the watchtowers fell.


    "Celestial Fortress is under attack, do you want to teleport inside the stronghold?"


    The system prompt sounded, and Orson paused for a moment. It would be suicide to rush into the stronghold now with five dragons attacking it, but the situation was urgent.


    "Confirm."


    A white light enveloped Orson, and he teleported straight into the heart of the stronghold, into the second floor of the Celestial Fortress maze.


    The dark, foreboding maze began to copse around him, and Orson turned back to look at the Crimson Lizard King, who was now crushed in a heap, making pitiful noises.


    "I told you to eat less..." Orson shook his head,ughing bitterly, and immediately recalled the Crimson Lizard King into the Battle Space before the whole maze top copsed under its weight.


    Looking at his mini-map, Orson froze. "The maze map isn''t disying?? WHAT?"


    Realizing something was terribly wrong, he suddenly understood that he had never been to this maze before, and with the mini-map sealed, how the hell was he supposed to find his way out?


    Orson felt the awkwardness of the situation.


    He had calcted everything, but never expected this.


    "By the way, how do I get out of the second level of the maze, Bradley?" Orson awkwardly messaged for help.


    Bradley, ever the honest man, took a long time to reply. "Go straight, then left, right... take a turn, and you''ll be at the exit."


    "What the hell... you don''t even know where I am, and you''re telling me to go left, right?" Orson nearly lost it.


    Madman: "I just want to say that Bradley''s the one who led us into the maze, and every time he spends ten hours, iming he''s farming gear. Everyone says he''s a map idiot, so you can judge for yourself."


    Bradley flushed and replied, "What''s wrong with spending more time? As long as my head''s hard enough, I''ll break through the maze walls myself!"


    Orson had three ck lines on his forehead. "So reliable... so damn reliable!"


    Fortunately, Madman provided a useful tip: the bodies of monsters killed in the maze only disappear during the daily reset at midnight.


    Meaning the denser the monsters, and the more boss bodies there were, the deeper they were in the maze. Conversely, the weaker the monsters would lead to the exit.


    "Got it."


    Orson nodded and charged forward, cautiously.


    Soon, small monsters with no fur on their heads and emitting a foul odor appeared.


    [Chaos Domain Moth: Level 20]


    [Super Elite Monster]


    HP: 900,000@@novelbin@@


    Attack Power: 2,000


    Skills: Shockwave Strike, Reverse Controls


    "These are just small fry?" Orson was surprised to see these elite monsters had 900,000 HP at level 20.


    Before he could get close, the two Moths screeched loudly, shaking the ground and charging off in the opposite direction.


    "What the hell, these monsters are way too overpowered!"


    "They can even reverse yer controls? Aim left and attack right? Run left and the character runs right?"


    Someone nearby?


    Orson, hearing themotion, grinned. He suddenly had an idea for how to escape the maze quickly.


    More than 20 Sky Wolf yers were retreating in a panic, with their rear row raining fire, while the knights in the front rushed forward to take the hits.


    Fortunately, these yers had excellent stats, and after unleashing all their skills, they managed to clear the small monsters, but the number of Moths in the distance kept increasing.


    "Hey, there''s someone over there. Is that one of SSR''s brothers, or Rattlesnake''s? Did he get separated from his team?"


    "Hurry, let''s join up and find the exit together!"


    The squad leader shouted, as visibility in the maze was very low. They could barely see a yer sitting on the ground.


    "yer Sky Wolf Demon Moon invites you to join the team."


    Orson received the invitation and immediately transformed into a Rift Monster, clicking ept and joining the party.

 Chapter 209 209: Is Surrendering and Losing Half an Option?

    "yer Orgod has joined the battle group (988/1000)."


    The Sky Wolf yers in the tunnel froze in shock, especially the team leader Sky Wolf-Demon Moon, whose jaw nearly hit the floor.


    Orgod?!!


    What the hell?!


    The Triple Crown winner just joined the enemy''s battle group...


    What is he trying to do?!


    The battle group leader, Sky Wolf-ck Moon, felt cold sweat running down his back and frantically typed into the chat: "Demon Moon, are you out of your mind? Why the hell would you add Orgod, the biggest hanger-on of Godyer, into our battle group?"


    Sky Wolf-Demon Moon quickly responded: "Calm down, vice guild leader, what Orgod? There are tons of fake Orgods running around, I''ve even seen someone like Orzod."


    One of his subordinates timidly poked Demon Moon in the side: "Demon Moon, are you sure? This can''t be a fake!"


    At that moment, a figure slowly emerged from the ck mist.


    Orson had initially nned to use the God Emperor''s Earrings to leave the maze, but something felt off. The maze was bizarre¡ªspace items were ineffective, and the mini-map wasn''t working. The only way to figure out the exit''s location was by estimating it based on teammate positions and monster density.


    "Don''t tell me I won the jackpot!"


    The Sky Wolf yers got goosebumps all over.


    With a calm, indifferent smile on his face, Orson waved at them with enthusiasm: "Sorry, seems like I got lost. Could you all help me find my way?"


    With an ominous, pitch-ck title above his head, mes swirling around him like a meteor shower, and wearing a terrifying dragon crown, he looked like a vengeful god emerging from a sea of blood and bodies!


    "...Tyrannical Ruler, Orgod!!"


    "We''re screwed! What is he trying to do? Why did he even ept the battle group invite?!"


    "Bro, should we go all out... and kill him?"


    Demon Moon and the others were frozen in ce, staring at the legendary first yer of Infinite Dimensions, only a few meters away from them.


    In normal circumstances, the best move would be to kick him out of the battle group immediately, and then mob him with everyone''s abilities to kill him on the spot! But this was not a normal situation. The power ranking SSS yer hadpletely shattered the usual perception of ranged sses!


    "Goddamn it! Do you think Sky Wolf is an easy target? Brothers, let''s get him!"


    Demon Moon''s thoughts raced. Gritting his teeth, he decided that sending the Godyer guild leader to the afterlife would turn him into a legend!


    "You have been kicked from the battle group!"


    Orson narrowed his eyes and shook his head lightly: "I''m just trying to find my way. Why did you kick me out?"


    "I''ll take you down!"


    "Brothers, kill him!"


    "Kill Orgod, take Celestial Fortress, and we''ll be the new legends of Infinite Dimensions!"


    Under Demon Moon''s lead, more than thirty main fighters from Sky Wolf charged at Orson with battle cries.


    Orson gave a wicked smile, his Skyfire Staff glowing faintly. "Better to live well than to be a legend."


    He casually raised his hand and unleashed a Chaos Magic Ball with a basic attack.


    "Damn! This guy''s looking down on us!"


    "Demon Moon, don''t panic, I''ll heal you! Let''s go for it!"


    Sky Wolf''s yers were taken aback. While Orson''s basic attack was stronger than an ordinary mage''s, in the end...


    It was just a basic attack!


    "Holy Roar!"


    Demon Moon didn''t dare to be careless. He roared and activated a defensive buff that greatly boosted his defense for a short time.


    "Holy Blessing!"


    "Light Baptism!"


    He used several C-grade buffs in session to increase his defense even further and grant him a massive shield.


    Boom!


    With a dull sound, Demon Moon was stunned. Despite all the buffs on him, his health dropped to zero in an instant.


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    Crit -27,500!


    Burn -9,000!


    "...Ah, this... is over the top!"


    The high-defense knight copsed to the ground.


    Hey there, still agitated, screaming at his healer who had promised to heal him, "What the hell¡­ This was just a basic attack? Heal me!"


    Demon Moon''s eyes widened in shock. "My storm broad sword! It''s gone!"


    A green broadsword dropped from him. Orson casually flicked his hand, and a streak of light quickly sent the loot into his inventory.


    "Not bad, a level 30 hero broadsword, probably worth around 1,000 gold." Orson smiled, holding the broadsword and admiring it.


    Demon Moon''s mentality exploded. Lying on the ground, he cursed inwardly. To be the leader of the Sky Wolf battle group, he had spent a lot of money to buy a few pieces of level 30 hero gear.


    He had just entered the battlefield and already lost his most valuable hero broadsword. This kind of loss was too painful for a "small spender" like him.


    "What''s the big deal, it''s just a broken sword!"


    A priest beside him tried tofort him,unching a series of Holy Light attacks at Orson.


    Shield block!


    Shield block!


    The fire demon shield surrounding Orson rippled, and the priest was left dumbfounded: "What the hell! No health loss?"


    "B-level fire magic [Fiery Demon Surge]."


    "Effect: Consumes 500 MP to summon a me barrier, with a shield value of 1000 plus spell attack power."


    With Orson''s current attack power, his fire demon shield had 4,000 shield value.


    Combined with his Skyfire equipment''s damage reduction, the priest''s 1,500 attack couldn''t even break the shield, only doing less than 1,000 damage.


    "Focus fire, break his shield!" Themander of the downed yers ordered.


    Arrows and elemental magic rained down.


    Orson smiled, and the fire element around him surged. Twelve fire snakes, each with a burning effect, shot out, blocking all iing attacks.


    He raised his hand again and released another Chaos Magic Ball.


    The Chaos Magic Ball suddenly expanded five times its size, almost filling the entire tunnel.


    Crit -58,000!


    Burn -10,000!@@novelbin@@


    Boom!


    Four yers were killed instantly by a massive Chaos Magic Ball.


    "My priest''s robe is gone! Damn!"


    "My hero boots, all my savings were spent on these!"


    Sky Wolf''s yers panicked. It was basic etiquette to help teammates collect dropped gear, but when they looked down, all the loot was gone.


    Everything had been grabbed by Orson, thanks to Berenice''s w and stuffed into his pocket.


    "What a shame, it''s so hard to earn money and y games. Are you sure you want to keep fighting?" Orson shook his head in regret.


    He held the knight''s broadsword in one hand and twisted a robe in the other, sighing, "If you had real money, you''d at least have three purple gear pieces each."


    "What the hell do you want? We have no grudges, no enemies... How about you give me back the broadsword?"


    Demon Moon, lying on the ground, almost cried.


    Orson didn''t speak. Instead, he nced at the other Sky Wolf yers, and they immediately panicked, clutching their most valuable gear tightly, praying they wouldn''t get looted.


    "A battle to rise to godhood? To hell with that!"


    They weren''t rich yers, and couldn''t handle such extravagant losses.


    "Cough, cough... How about this: we surrender and lose half of everything?" Sky Wolf-Demon Moon dryly cleared his throat.


    Orson smiled lightly. "I like people who understand the situation."


    In a sh of light, the sensible guy stood up calmly and invited Orson to join the battle group.


    Meanwhile, Sky Wolf-ck Moon, still investigating in other areas, was dumbfounded again: "You... kicked him out and now you''re inviting him back? Demon Moon, what the hell!"


    "¡­Vice leader, let me exin!" Demon Moon hurriedly said.


    "Exin your ass! Get out of here with him!" Sky Wolf-ck Moon snapped, ready to kick both of them out of the battle group.


    "Are you sure?" Orson raised an eyebrow.


    "I''m not afraid of you! A defeated general, what the hell are you unting?" Sky Wolf-ck Moon swore, unwilling to tolerate this Triple Crown winner''s attitude.


    With one swift kick, Orson and Demon Moon''s entire squad were expelled from the battle group.


    "Orgod!! I''ll exin to him again!" Demon Moon panicked.


    "Don''t worry, he''ll add me back himself." Orson remained calm, waiting for Demon Moon to re-invite him into the team. His blue eyes glinted, "My domain¡ªactivate!"


    "Shit! S-level ice magic [Ice Prison Ring]!"


    "Awesome, the rumors say Orgod uses this move, and its coverage is unimaginable!"


    Ice fog quickly spread, and while Demon Moon''s group was protected by "friendly fire" and remained unharmed, others in the second level of the maze would be in for a real surprise.

 Chapter 210 210: Ready to Close the Net!

    Sky Wolf Guild Channel: "What the hell is this ice fog? Damn it, I''m frozen! No, wait, I''m gonna burn to death!" "What''s going on, who''s sneaking an attack? We''re clearing monsters right now!" Sky Wolf-ck Moon, who had been surrounded by three Magma Lords, was dumbfounded. The Magma Lords smashed him down into the ground like a pile of dirt.


    The ice fog indiscriminately froze and burned with Chaos Fire. More than half of Sky Wolf''s nearly one thousand members began to drop dead.


    The remaining yers frantically used magic potions to resist or activated [Magic Dissipation] to defend themselves. However, the effects of potions and dispelling magic were limited, and less than two minutester, more than half of the yers were lying on the ground.


    Under the devastation, all yers were reduced to true equality.


    Close to the exit, the SSR team stopped. Reaver suddenly turned around. Not far behind, the bodies of the Magma Lords had turned to ice statues. He solemnly said, "That guy is here too!"


    DonutWizard: "It''s Ice Prison Ring! It must be that bastard!"


    Wedge''s eyes narrowed as she raised her hand, "Prepare the Barrier Mages!"


    Two A-rank Light Barrier Mages stood out from the team, raising their staffs. "Twilight Domain."


    A small barrier that greatly weakened negative buffs formed, protecting the yers of the SSR team within a thousand-meter radius of the maze.


    "Prepare to handle cursed spirits that ignore physical attacks," Wedge said solemnly.


    To be able to face Orson with some fighting chance, Wedge had made great efforts. ording to information from SSR''s allies in the UJ region, she had studied every skill that Orson had disyed publicly. With the help of analysts from the club, she recruited the best candidates to counter him. These two Barrier Mages were now her trump card.


    The SSR team looked tense. The three major guilds in the UJ region, mobilized by Orson, were crushed by the overwhelming US yer base, and ultimately returned in defeat. Both in terms of public opinion and battle power, this had dealt a major blow to the SSR team.


    Moreover, after the bitter lessons from the past, everyone knew clearly that even with their trump cards, no one could guarantee they could defeat Orson.


    However, the expected cursed spirit did not arrive. After all, it was only a passive aura of someone else.


    After a long while, Wedge finally sighed in relief and began directing the team to enter the firstyer of the maze.


    "How''s the Saintess voting going?" Wedge sent a message to Snow Dream.


    Snow Dream had not joined the main attack on Celestial Fortress but had gone to a main city called [Miracle], which was the headquarters of the Light Church.


    Snow Dream: "I bought five bishop''s votes from yers for a total of 400,000 gold. With the one I already have, I can secure the Saintess position."


    "Very good! Nice work!" Wedge responded with a sharp look of approval.


    Snow Dream was not the only one collecting Saintess votes. While most guilds were unaware of the benefits of bing the Saintess, SSR was willing to spend so much money on buying votes, which clearly signified something important. yers who had the fortune to acquire a vote were receiving offers from various wealthy yers across guilds. Stay tuned with My Virtual Library Empire


    However, SSR received support from the Dragon''s Kiss Guild and was backed by the UJ consortium, giving them unparalleled financial power. Wealthy yers were hesitant to make heavy investments without knowing the exact benefits of the Saintess position.


    With Cardinal Karquil killed by Orson, the votes in Wedge''s possession had vanished. Now there were only eleven votes left, and with six more, Wedge would secure the Saintess position.


    "Don''t mention it, this is what I should do." Snow Dream chuckled.


    "If it''s convenient, could you mail the votes to me?" Wedge asked after steadying her emotions.


    A few seconds passed without a reply from Snow Dream, and Wedge furrowed her brows, a slight unease creeping in.


    Just as Wedge was about to follow up, Snow Dream replied: "Hold on, I ran into a boss in the wild. I''ll send them to you a bitter, Wedge."


    With the assurance, Wedge rxed slightly. Bing the Saintess would be her greatest asset, and even if they couldn''t conquer Celestial Fortress, it would give her the strength to stand toe-to-toe with Godyer.


    "That bastard is so despicable!!!" Sky Wolf-ck Moon screamed in frustration.@@novelbin@@


    Meanwhile, seeing that the Sky Wolf yers were about to be wiped out, a notification sound rang in Orson''s ears: "yer Sky Wolf-ck Moon has invited you to join their battle group."


    Orson was satisfied. The nearly thousand-strong battle group had lit up half of the maze''s map.


    True to his word, Orson tossed half of the loot to Sky Wolf-Demon Moon, nodding, "I really appreciate your guild. You guys know how to read the situation. I look forward to our next coboration."


    Coboration¡­?


    Work with this guy? Wasn''t that like asking for death?!


    Sky Wolf-Demon Moon and the others were pale-faced. They''d been mysteriously pummeled by Orson, turned into scouts, and had even lost health in the process.


    Orson stood still, letting the Sky Wolf work for him, scouting the maze and reporting enemy movements.


    "It should be around here." Orson''s expression shifted slightly. Not long after, through the battle logs of his teammates, he discovered the location of a level 15 elite monster.


    These low-level creatures were undoubtedly the ones that spawned near the entrance/exit of the maze.


    Just after the SSR team had left, Orson appeared in the first level of the maze.


    "Ding dong¡ª" "Your 1/6 Celestial Fortress ownership has been cleared." "You have lost the guild skill [Divine Vision]."


    The prompt echoed, and Orson''s eyes sharpened.


    The NPC legions were indeed formidable. With health reaching 100 million, they easily wiped out the magical crossbow watchtowers and surveince posts. The force was broken.


    "District Announcement: The Godyer Guild has temporarily lost control of the [Celestial Fortress]!"


    "Godyer Guild has four hours to reim control!"


    Madman: "What''s the situation? Only four hours to get it back? You sure we can do it?"


    On the first level of the maze, tens of thousands of Godyer alliance yers trembled. Even though everyone knew it was just a matter of time before the surveince posts were lost, they still couldn''t help but feel uneasy when it actually happened.


    "I think we can," Orson replied calmly. Before he could finish, Nightshade suddenly spoke.


    "We can? Don''t make any rash conclusions!" Madman snapped, tossing a bag of roasted chestnuts at Nightshade. Thetter rubbed his head, looking pitiful. "I can carry, I promise."


    Ruby: "Wow, the more I see you, the more I like you~~ kiss."


    "Maybe not¡­" Nightshade, sweating, quickly shrank away from Ruby''s "bloodthirsty grin."


    Bradley: "Come on, can''t we keep someposure? Chill out."


    "Damn it, every time we have to do these crazy stunts! I really want to knock that guy out!" Madman cursed, shaking his hands.


    Because of a certain animal''s crazy n, they had been chased and beaten up three times at the Bone Dragon Stronghold. What''s worse, they were still not allowed to deal with those looters!


    Seeing Orson was silent, the team continued to rest in ce.


    "District Announcement: The Lord of Pondenorlin City has broken into the reserve warehouse guarded by the Holy Knight spirits, gaining 1/6 ownership of Celestial Fortress!"


    "District Announcement: The me Dragon Nest Lord (Cain Alliance) has broken through the surveince post defended by the Holy Archers, gaining 1/6 ownership!"


    "District Announcement: The Six-Winged Inferno Dragon has broken through the city''s siege machinery warehouse¡­"


    Multiple district-wide announcements rang out, causing a thunderous stir among yers!


    Within just one hour, Godyer had not only lost control of Celestial Fortress, but four key locations had also been taken!


    At this rate, it seemed almost certain that Lord Cain would seize Celestial Fortress!


    yer135: "Are you serious? Godyer is already falling apart so fast? Wasn''t it supposed to be invincible? Hrious¡­"


    yer874: "Could it be that the Triple Crown winner is just ying for everyone''s favor to make aeback? That''s some deep scheming!"


    ...


    The global channel''s tone shifted drastically. The man whomanded the US''s million-strong army, once revered by thousands, now found himself the target of scorn and ridicule.


    However, the yers who had fought alongside Orson and decimated the Bone Dragon Stronghold guards were no longer buying into the drama. Stepping over the bodies of those same guards, they immediately began engaging in passionate exchanges with the trolls on the world channel.


    At this moment, Orson appeared outside the Celestial Fortress''s power core.


    This was an enormous magical construct, with a shell made of rare obsidian from Infinite Dimensions. It resembled a towering super V8 engine, with eight massive ck energy transfer columns evenly distributed, reaching all the way to the bottom of the Sky City.


    It was only through this mysterious construct that the entire ind remained suspended in the air.


    The golden barrier around the power core had already disappeared.


    Orson stepped inside.


    "You have discovered the Celestial


    Fortress Power Core!"


    The notification rang, and Orson''s heart, which had been tense, finally rxed.


    With a faint smile, Orson issued a guild announcement: "Alright, everyone, prepare to close the!"

 Chapter 211 211: Bloodrage Gladiator

    "Rest in peace, great Bloodthirsty Battle Saint. I will bring the God-Emperor n back to its pinnacle!" A voice echoed from not far away, and Orson turned to look.


    A towering man appeared alone in front of the power core. He wore dark golden full-body heavy armor, holding an enchanted divine sword, his gaze burning with intensity, resembling a battle god descending to the mortal realm.


    Orson checked the man''s attributes.


    [Awakened Cain: Level 50]


    [Lord of Pondenorlin City ¡¤ Imperial Count ¡¤ Dragon Warrior ¡¤ God-Emperor Bloodline]


    HP: 60 million


    Attack Power: ?


    Skills: ?


    "Those titles are a bit terrifying."


    Orson frowned inwardly. In his previous life, Lord Cain was a mysterious figure, always collecting the souls of bosses to refine [Magic Evolution Pills]¡ªwhat his true intentions were, no one knew.


    The "Dragon Warrior" title indicated he was a dragon tamer, with a simr ss characteristic to dragon knights. The "God-Emperor Bloodline" indicated a strong connection to the original owner of Celestial Fortress.


    However, what caught Orson''s attention the most was the [Awakened] title, which gave him a strange feeling¡ªsomething about Cain seemed different from the other NPCs.


    "Why does the thief hide behind the scenes?" Cain spoke without turning around. Explore more adventures at My Virtual Library Empire


    Orson''s brows furrowed as countless magical vortices began to form around Cain. A terrifying aura locked onto Orson.


    Tempest God''s Manifestation!


    From the swirling maelstrom, six towering ethereal figures emerged, each holding a blue spear, battle sword, or longbow, pointing directly at Orson.


    "How ridiculous, starting off with an A-rank spell."


    Orson''s eyes turned cold. He raised his hand slightly, and a tear in space appeared. The Crimson Lizard King spread its fiery red wings, letting out a deafening roar at Cain.


    "Death Dragon n." Cain spun around suddenly, a trace of surprise in his eyes.


    "Beasts from the ancient era should have been forgotten... Die!" Cain''s eyes widened with fury, and the six wind gods roared in unison, charging toward the Crimson Lizard King.


    The Crimson Lizard King swung its body, lifting its head proudly as it prepared to unleash its Destruction Breath.


    Whoosh!!


    Suddenly, a ck sword flew out from the power core, embedding itself in the ground between Crimson Lizard King and Cain with a ttering sound. A surge of crimson blood energy erupted from the sword''s hilt, immediately shrouding the entire Sky City in a deep red glow.


    "Bloodrage diator in preparation."


    A system prompt rang out, interrupting both the Destruction Breath and Tempest God''s Roar.


    "In the Bloodrage diator mode, all in participants will lose all equipped items, cannot be revived by resurrection spells, and will have their level reduced by 10 levels!"


    "Attention! Currently, within the Celestial Fortress range, there are 37,745 yers and 29,032 monsters/NPCs."


    "You have only 2 minutes to evacuate!"


    "Otherwise, you will be randomly matched into a 1v1 mode, fighting with either yers or NPCs in an indiscriminate diatorialbat!"


    "To the death!"


    The announcement sent shockwaves through everyone.


    Sky Wolf-ck Moon: "What the hell? This is too much! The penalty for losing is so severe!"


    Unmatched Robert: "Haha, now this is interesting. The loser will never have a chance to rise again!"


    Sky Wolf-Demon Moon: "Oh my god! Do I need to quit the guild now? I was finally getting my equipment back, and now it''s all gone if I lose!"


    ...


    "Does this mean it doesn''t matter who we''re fighting against, friends or enemies?" Madman and others in the maze frowned, not expecting such a sudden change thatpletely disrupted their ns.


    "If we''re matched against teammates in the 1v1, can''t we just stand still?" Bradley muttered suspiciously, but soon received another prompt:


    "Due to the influence of the Bloodthirsty Battle Saint, those who engage passively will have their level penalties doubled!"


    Iron Cavalry: "What do you all think? I suggest we retreat first. No one knows the full extent of the diator mode''s consequences."


    Ride Donkey: "Hahaha, the winner takes all! I''ve always wanted to rip off your gear, Iron Cavalry!"


    Texas Musk: "Bravo! That 10-level anti-magic shield must be worth a big vi! Please, Iron Cavalry, take it easy!"


    God of Iron Cavalry looked bewildered, his knights ring at him, clearly hoping to strip him of his prized equipment.


    Iron Cavalry: "Don''t make meugh! If you can''t beat me, all your precious gear is going to drop and you''ll be crying!"


    Ride Donkey ruthlessly retorted: "I wonder who''s really scared now? Haha, all of you, stop him! Don''t let this little brat escape!"


    "Dammit..."


    Empress of the Moon suddenly interjected, her expression grave: "Enough, everyone. Haven''t you seen the prompt? It said 1v1 doesn''t only apply to yers. We could be matched with powerful NPCs too."


    ShatteredCrown froze for a moment, his voice trembling with realization: "You mean... yers could end up facing a dragon in a 1v1?"


    At this, everyone immediately felt a chill run down their spines.


    Even S-rank yers who had fought powerful NPCs before would know that facing a dragon one-on-one would be a death sentence!


    "What if we equip fine gear and fight?" Stewart suggested, recalling their past experience fighting UJ yers, where Godyer''s forces minimized losses by using superior equipment.


    Everyone nodded in agreement; it seemed like a reasonable n.@@novelbin@@


    However, Madman quickly shot it down: "No, weakening our attributes to save equipment means our chances of winning would drop significantly. If we die, we''ll be kicked out of the arena, and that''s not a good deal."


    Bradley: "That''s right. If we''re going to face loss anyway, we might as well bet everything."


    With no other choice, the Godyer Alliance reluctantly epted the rules of the Bloodrage diator mode.


    As the discussions ended, Madman pulled Nightshade aside, pping him on the shoulder and saying, "Kid, don''t screw up. If you die, we''re all done for!"


    Nightshade swallowed nervously, but his eyes hardened. "I''ll win for sure!"


    "I knew I didn''t misjudge you! Fighting spirit, kid!" Madman grinned, his expression full of pride.


    Nightshade''s level was forcibly raised to level 25 by Bradley and the others, though hisbat ability was practically nonexistent. His ss leaned more towards support.


    However, as an S-ss Hidden Job, the King''s Apostle of the Goblins, Nightshade carried immense potential in wartime. If he could survive, he would be a trump card for Godyer!


    "You have obtained a 25-level Legendary Staff [Dragon Death Wand ¡¤ Holy]" "You have obtained a 25-level Hero Ring [Abyssal Blessing Ring]" "You have obtained a B-rank Earth Magic Tome..."


    Nightshade was stunned, as Madman began feverishly stuffing him with legendary gear and high-tier skill books.


    "Damn, Brother Madman, you''ve really gone all out. These pieces must be worth tens of thousands of dors!" Nightshade said innocently.


    "Thousands of dors? Nah, just thousands of gold coins." Madman shot him a long-suffering nce before proceeding to "gently" adjust his robes and mutter, "Wear these properly, don''t give them away. This is all I have left..."


    Six pieces of legendary gear and four rare hero essories fully equipped Nightshade in an instant.


    Madman had been collecting them for over a week, hoping to make a big profit from someone who wasn''t paying attention, only for the situation to force him to hand it all over to this fool. It was frustrating!


    "1v1 diator mode... I hope they''re lucky."


    Orson frowned slightly as he took control of the power core, heading for the God-Emperor''s pce, determined to im it.


    However, there were still several critical strategic points within Celestial Fortress that required thebined forces of the Godyer Alliance to capture.


    Otherwise, with the temporary loss of the fortress, the clock was ticking, and even Orson''s strength wouldn''t be enough to handle everything alone.


    As Orson stared at the doors to the fortress''s power core, a figure emerged from within.


    "I am Darkbo Meyer." "The God-Emperor''s Royal Guard! The Empire''s Sword Saint!"


    A hoarse, deep voice rang out, causing the blood-red aura in the sky to stir. An overwhelming sense of pressure washed over everyone.


    The Crimson Lizard King suddenly stopped its roar, and Cain instantly sensed a terrifying presence. His forehead bulged with veins as he realized the true power of the neer!


    The figure revealed himself: an old man with a hunched back, white hair flowing loosely, wearing no shirt and holding a single


    screw in his hand. His appearance was disheveled and unkempt.


    "I am also the most humble repairman of the God-Emperor." He muttered, his voice barely audible.


    "Physical body?! Not a heroic spirit!" Orson gasped in his mind and immediately checked the attributes of the neer.


    [Darkbo Meyer: Level 100]


    [Ancient Battle Saint ¡¤ God of diators ¡¤ King-tier Creature]


    HP: 10,000 (Peak state: 500 million)


    Attack Power: ?


    Skills: ?


    "Only 10,000 HP¡­ not even 1/10th of his peak state!"


    Seeing the HP number, Orson felt no relief. Instead, a chill ran down his spine.

 Chapter 212 212: Super Chaos!

    Background: Thousands of years ago, Celestial Fortress fell, and the Battle Saint Darkbo was sealed by the God-Emperor. Though time has left scars on him, he still retains most of his power before the seal. He eagerly seeks someone to free him from the endless torment of the years...


    In front of Orson, a brief description of the Battle Saint appeared.


    With only a fraction of his original health remaining¡ª500 million HP reduced to a mere 10,000¡ªbased on the information, the Battle Saint retained nearly all of hisbat abilities!


    Something is definitely wrong here.


    Orson suspected that Darkbo might be a monster with an extremely bizarre battle mechanism. His low health pool was likely a facade. It was like an ultra-rich person wearing anti-magic gear, fighting a regr yer. The health might appear close, but once the fight starts, it''s a whole different story. The yer''s strongest attack may not even break the rich person''s defense.


    Moreover, based on the current information, Darkbo was second only to the God-Emperor within the Celestial Legion. If he weren''t extremely strong, Orson wouldn''t believe it.


    The most crucial thing, however, was that unlike other ethereal spirits or heroic souls, this old man in front of him was very much real.


    "Anger Blood diator" countdown: 1 minute. The teleportation portal to Celestial Fortress will close shortly!"


    The prompt rang out again, and all the yers on the first battlefield saw a two-way teleportation portal appear in front of them. They received two prompts:


    "Would you like to teleport back to the main city?" "Would you like to participate in the Anger Blood diator event?"


    Wedge nced at DonutWizard hesitantly.


    At the maze''s exit, the SSR group awaited their allies. They were looking for weak spots in the NPC defense, trying to avoid areas upied by the dragons andunch a surprise attack on Celestial Fortress''s key nodes. However, with the 1v1 deathmatch mode now triggered, it hadpletely disrupted their ns.


    C-Team: "Sorry, we''re just here to assist our allies, not to die. Hope you understand."


    "Scaredy-cats! If you''re going to leave, leave now!" Reaver furiously shouted at the UC guild, seeing them preparing to retreat.


    C-Team: "I''m scared, but I''d rather be scared than foolishly die. Those dragons can''t be stopped by Orgod, and even if the King of Hell showed up, they''d still lose!"


    UC-Xinghai: "It''s not that I don''t want to help you. There''s no point in trying to capture Celestial Fortress."


    "I know, but I just want to see him die. It''s that simple." Wedge replied calmly, with a smile, unbothered by the situation.


    "Crazy woman..." muttered C-Team, before issuing a guild-wide notice for yers to retreat.


    Area Announcement: "[World Dominators] has chosen to withdraw from the Celestial Fortress area."


    Area Announcement: "[Rattlesnake] guild has chosen to withdraw from the Celestial Fortress area..."


    Dozens of smaller andrger guilds followed suit and chose to retreat. They had no other choice. The Bone Dragon Stronghold had been ttened by Demon Emperor''s million-strong US yer army, and SSR had once again lost control. Other yers had no means topete.


    As for the struggle for Celestial Fortress in the air, it was beyond their scope. In the face of the dragons'' power, few guilds had the capital to challenge the situation head-on.


    Sky Wolf-Demon Moon: "Oh my god! Vice President, make up your mind! Let''s get out of here!"


    Sky Wolf-ck Moon: "Shut up, you glory-seeking bastard!"


    Sky Wolf-Demon Moon: "Damn, I just saved the guild from a huge loss, or else we''d have all been killed!"


    "Uh... that''s true." Sky Wolf-ck Moon mumbled awkwardly. They almost got wiped out by Orgod''s passive skill "Nuclear Light," and now they were arguing over a fight!


    In the end, the Sky Wolf guild chose to withdraw.


    However, not all guilds were backing down. Demon Emperor''s dark aura surged, his eyes burning withbat intensity: "I love 1v1 mode!"


    "I''ll kill anyone! If he can y dragons, why can''t I?" nk, full of pride, scoffed coldly.


    With that, Demon Emperor, nk, and others entered the teleportation array, ready to join the chaotic Anger Blood diator battle.


    At the entrance of the first battlefield, Supreme Guild arrivedte. The Silver Dragon Knight King, dressed in dazzling silver armor, shone like a bright gxy.


    "What''s with this cowardice? If you''re scared, just sell me the Silver Dragon!"


    "Hey, stop insulting him. He''s just ying it safe, looking as clueless as a dog, hehe."


    Behind him, two figures¡ªDrunken Dream, and his half-sibling¡ªmocked him mercilessly. Other yers in the Supreme Guild seemed used to it, exchanging looks without understanding the president''s behavior.


    With the current power of US''s first Dragon Knight, even if the two others were equipped with legendary gear, it would still be a walk in the park for the Silver Dragon Knight to defeat them.


    Drunken Dream''s gaze flickered with internal conflict. He couldn''t forget the kindness Wedge had shown him. But he also couldn''t betray Orgod, who had been both mentor and friend. The emotions raged inside him, like a tangled mess, making it hard for him to take action.@@novelbin@@


    "We will participate in the battle." Drunken Dream said coldly.


    Supreme Guild roared in unison: "Orgod must die! Godyer must fall!"


    Countdown: 10 seconds! 9 seconds! ...


    "Thisnd of the Empire will not be desecrated! The Xian family will obliterate Crimson Butcher Orgod''sir!"


    The roar of a thousand voices surged.


    Drunken Dream''s gaze sharpened. Behind him, hundreds of silver-armored knights appeared¡ªthese were the elite Silver Dragon Iron Guards, part of the Light Dragon Empire''s Duke Xian''s forces. They had answered the call of the God-Emperor''s heirs to y Orgod, the Triple Crown winner!


    These soldiers rode silver dragons or terrifying silver wolves, their armor shining as brightly as stars. Their strength far surpassed the average soldiers.


    "This is chaos... How many factions are involved in this?" Drunken Dream gasped, unable to fathom the scale of the impending battle.


    As the countdown ended, countless blood-red beams of light descended from the sky, shing across yers, NPCs, and monsters, randomly assigning them to 1v1 battles.


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    "Match sessful!"


    A pir of red light formed, and the yers found themselves suddenly transported to a grand arena.


    "Attention! You will now face the leader of the Dragonkind Imperial Guard!"


    "Engage inbat to the death, adventurer!"


    A 34-level thief from the Unmatched guild stood stunned, looking up at his opponent in disbelief: "I¡­ I''m going to fight you?!"


    Before him stood a towering figure over 2.5 meters tall, wielding a massive war hammer thicker than the thief''s body, with a health bar that reached millions. This was the Imperial Guard Commander!


    But the true focus of the chaos was still Orson and Cain. Neither had been selected for the diator match. Instead, their opponent was none other than the living Battle Saint Darkbo¡ªan actual king-level life form!


    Darkbo''s deep, abyss-like eyes slowly walked toward the middle of the arena, positioning himself between Orson and Cain.


    Battle Saint Darkbo: "Who is the challenger? Step forward."


    "I¡­" Orson began to speak, ready to take on the challenge, when suddenly he froze.


    Cain, the lord, knelt on one knee and spoke with reverence: "Great Battle Saint Darkbo, I carry the God-Emperor''s bloodline. I am a descendant of the God-Emperor. Please allow me to pass. The Celestial Fortress power core will forever be under yourmand. Let the God-Emperor n rise again and rule the Infinite Dimensions once more!"


    Cain''s gaze flickered as he shot a mocking nce at Orson.


    "You motherf¡ª" Orson nearly exploded in anger. Just a moment ago, this guy had been so full of bravado, and now he was kissing up for favor? What kind of NPC is this?

 Chapter 213 213: The All-Powerful King, Huh?

    Darkbo stared at Cain for a long moment, and for a brief instant, a spark of light flickered in his murky, aged eyes. Then, unexpectedly...


    The old Battle Saint actually took a step aside. A mist began to dissipate behind him, revealing a narrow, winding path. At the end of the path was the grand, ancient pce of the God-Emperor!


    "So that''s how it is?" Orson''s gaze sharpened, his expression cold as steel. For once, he was faced with a god-tier connection rather than just someone spouting off nonsense. This was absurd¡ªridiculously absurd!


    "The rightful heir of Celestial Fortress shall forever let the glory of the God-Emperor illuminate thend of Infinite Dimensions!" Cain sneered, confidently walking toward the God-Emperor''s pce.


    Orson remained silent, knowing that in the world of Infinite Dimensions, anything was possible. But even if Cain did manage to im Celestial Fortress, Orson had the strength and confidence to take it back!


    Just as Cain was gloating over his supposed victory, Darkbo, with his hands behind his back, chuckled darkly, his voice dripping with malice. "You may be a descendant of the God-Emperor, but that doesn''t mean the God-Emperor''s spirit will ept you."


    Cain stiffened, freezing in ce as a frown creased his brow. But he said nothing, responding coldly, "I will make him recognize me. No need for your concern, you God-Emperor''sckey."


    This is it! Orson thought, grinding his teeth. The old man was already making personal insults! This was insane! Why wasn''t Darkbo retaliating and just shing Cain into pieces?


    But Darkbo stayed unmoved, his gaze now turning to Orson. "Adventurer, I ept your challenge!"


    Boom!


    Suddenly, Darkbo let out a furious roar, his presence erupting with unimaginable power. Orson''s expression changed in an instant. He gripped the Heavenly Fire Staff in his hands, feeling like a fragile boat in the middle of a violent storm¡ªready to capsize at any moment!


    "I am the sword of death in the God-Emperor''s hand, wielding the blood that blooms!" Darkbo dered, his words full of unrestrained madness.


    His eyes burned with deadly intent as an overwhelming aura of ughter filled the sky. His body became surrounded by tens of thousands of bones, rising to form a staircase that led to a blood-red arena far above.


    "You''ve discovered the secret realm¡ªThe Bloodied Arena!" a system notification shed.


    Orson looked around as bone-chilling screams echoed from all directions. Shadows of souls poured out of the bones, crying in anguish as they twisted and writhed in torment.


    "y ten thousand, forge supreme martial arts!"


    "y a hundred thousand, sing my soul''s song!"


    "y a million, I am the King of Bloodshed!"


    Darkbo''s madughter filled the air, as he climbed up the steps of the blood-stained arena. Every step he took caused the spirits around him to fall to their knees in worship¡ªthese souls had been ughtered by him in the past!


    "State your name, challenger!" Darkbo''s voice thundered from the top of the arena.


    He transformed into a youthful, sinister-looking man, silver hair cascading like a waterfall.


    Orson gazed up at him, his expression calm but resolute. "I am Orgod, the god of mortals. I am¡ªDestiny!"


    Darkbo''s eyes narrowed slightly before bursting into even more savageughter. "Destiny? Your death has already been sealed!"


    "Your death is at hand! Hahahaha¡­"


    A chilling, bone-shatteringugh rang in the air, as twisted faces formed from the surrounding souls, creeping forward to terrify Orson.


    Any ordinary yer would have felt a rush of fear in the face of such an eerie disy. Even knowing it was a game, the human instinct to fear the unknown would stir anyone''s nerves.


    But Orson stood unmoving, his heart like a rock. Having faced true horrors in his past lives, the bloodiest and most terrifying sights no longer held any sway over him. His resolve was unshakable.


    Orson stepped into the Bloodied Arena. His interface immediately flickered, turning everything¡ªhis inventory, equipment, and even his attributes¡ªinto grayed-out voids. His signature Heavenly Fire set was reced with a basic novice robe.


    "Ding-dong¡ª"


    "Bloodied Arena Rule 1: You temporarily lose all equipment, attribute bonuses, and ss skills. You will engage in a five-round, best-of-three duel with Battle Saint Darkbo."


    "Rule 2: For each round, both sides will randomly be assigned a basic ss. You may customize the ss'' ystyle, select suitable equipment, and pick seven skills for battle."


    "Rule 3: Due to the hell-level difficulty of this duel, you may choose to exit now. Otherwise, you risk losing everything."


    Orson raised an eyebrow. Darkbo wasn''t called the Battle Saint for nothing. His title wasn''t just about being skilled in one ss¡ªit meant he was an all-around powerhouse, a King of All Combat.


    "Fair duel, huh?" Orson''s lips curled into a wry smile. "This will be fun."


    Darkbo''s icy gaze never left Orson''s form, his voice dripping with superiority. "You''re unlucky. I am the God-Emperor''s personal guard, the epitome of the warrior ss."


    He drew a battle spear and shield, his voice booming with arrogance. "The warrior ss represents the unflinching will of the Empire!"


    Clearly, Darkbo believed the warrior ss would heavily favor him in the first round.


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    "Oh?" Orson''s lips twisted into a cold smile. He reached for a battle-worn spear on the rack and inspected its stats:


    Ancient Spear


    Rarity: Anti-Magic Level: 1 ss: Warrior Physical Attack: 1000 Attack Speed: 2.0 Crit Rate: 10% Maim Rate: 100% on Limbs Instant Death Rate: 100% on Head and Heart, 20% on Organs


    As he suspected, in this special arena, both yers'' health and mana were capped at 10,000. With these cursed, anti-magic weapons, hitting the right spot could trigger instant death or maiming.


    "You''ve chosen the spear warrior style," the system confirmed.


    "You''ll have 1 minute to select your skills."


    Orson smirked, taking a quick nce at the avable options. "A minute''s too long. Let''s end this quickly."


    With that, he tightened his grip on the spear, charging straight at Darkbo, who was still in the midst of selecting his skills.


    "You..." Darkbo barely had time to react as Orson reached him in an instant.


    With a single thrust, Orson''s spear grazed Darkbo''s cheek.


    "Unintentional Dragon''s Roar!"


    Darkbo roared in anger, his body exploding with a crimson shockwave, attempting to st Orson away.


    "B-ss skill, Unintentional Dragon''s Roar¡ªan attack that can also be defensive!" Darkbo bellowed.


    Orson simply smiled coldly, his eyes narrowed. "Too slow."


    He instantly selected another skill. "Mountain Shattering Strike!"


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    Mountain Shattering Strike: Deals double damage to the target after consuming 500 MP. Also provides a 0.5-second invincibility against knockbacks and stuns.


    Orson didn''t budge, and as Darkbo''s attack whizzed by, his spear pierced the Battle Saint''s side, a critical hit registering.


    "Crit¡ª-4000!"


    "20% instant death rate is too low," Orson muttered to himself, shaking his head in dissatisfaction.


    Darkbo''s eyes bulged in disbelief, and he immediately canceled his follow-upbo. "Destruction Piercer!"


    Another B-ss skillshed out¡ªhis spear became a streak of ck light aimed at Orson''s chest.


    Without hesitation, Orson quickly activated "Thunderstruck Step," a C-ss skill that doubled his movement speed and increased attack speed by 50%.


    A blur of motion. Orson evaded the attack and retaliated with a swift sh, breaking Darkbo''s arm and forcing his skill''s trajectory off course.


    "Die!" Orson said, his expression cold.


    In a blur, his spear thrust through the Battle Saint''s head, heart, and vital organs in quick session.


    The once-mighty warrior nowy in a pool of blood.


    Orson looked down at the fallen body and smirked. "Fast to adapt, decent for a regr yer. But in the hands of a tester? You''re nothing more thanmbs for ughter."

 Chapter 215 215: Battle Bro

    "The Wind Mage ss, quite a wise choice," Orson remarked, standing at the edge of the bloodthirsty arena, ncing back.


    Darkbo was surrounded by a radiant blue light, having chosen the wind-based mage ss, which was known for being one of the strongest single-target magic sses.


    "Spirit of the Free Winds, grant me wings to soar freely..." Darkbo began his long and solemn chant, his voice echoing through the arena. Orson chuckled lightly and said, "Could you be any slower?"


    His gaze was filled with amusement. Unlike most NPC mages, Darkbo was clearly well-versed in his ss. In fact, he''d cut down at least a third of his chant, making him much faster than most NPCs. Against other NPCs, that would give him a significant advantage.


    But against a yer like Orson, it was almostughable.


    "Wind Wings!"


    After finishing his chant, Darkbo regained his confidence. Behind him, a pair of wind element wings appeared, allowing him to briefly soar and increase his movement speed.


    "Wild Gale Rampage!"


    Seeing Orson positioned too far for a direct assault, Darkbo cast a wind spell that increased his movement speed, his legs now adorned with elemental bird-shaped boots. He hovered in the air, gripping a magic staff that seemed to enhance his godly appearance.


    "I admit your strength, adventurer! But I, Darkbo, have inherited the will of the God-Emperor!"


    His silver hair flew wildly as he roared, "You will fall before me today!"


    "Of course, of course," Orson said with a forcedugh. Darkbo seemedpletely unaware of how badly he''d been beaten in thest two rounds, still full of confidence.


    If Orson had been up against a professional yer, they''d probably be broken mentally by now. But only yers could truly understand the vast difference between them and NPCs.


    Darkbo''s veins bulged as he heard the mocking tone in Orson''s voice. He snarled, "sphemer of the God-Emperor, die!"


    With a furious cry, he sped toward Orson,unching a swift barrage of blue light.


    Orson raised an eyebrow. Darkbo''s attack was fierce, but Orson''s response was simple. He raised his makeshift fire stick and pointed it forward, unleashing five basic fireballs in a row.


    Darkbo froze, his eyes widening as the fireballs appeared tock any pattern, seemingly harmless as they crashed into the ground, stirring up only a little dust.


    "Is this really your strength, adventurer?" Darkboughed maniacally and charged forward.


    The fireballs had minimal immediate impact. Darkbo wasn''t concerned. At 200 meters, he was within the range for his next spell.


    Orson remained calm, firing more fireballs at the ground, showing no signs of panic.@@novelbin@@


    "Never underestimate the basic attack of any ss. Mastering basic attacks like this requires billions of repetitions," Orson smiled, his hands moving smoothly as the fireballs continued to explode harmlessly on the ground.


    Darkbo had already reached about 300 meters, and he began chanting a higher-level spell, preparing for a devastating blow. His eyes glinted with focus as he calcted the best angle to strike.


    "From the spell''s setup, this is the ''Hurricane Destruction''¡ªan A-rank magic." Orson said, shaking his head in mockery.


    This wind magic was one of the few area-of-effect spells avable to wind mages, and if itnded, it would cover a huge area and deal devastating damage. A hit would almost certainly wipe out anyone with less than 10,000 health.


    But Orson, ever confident, wasn''t about to be caught off guard. Just as Darkbopleted his chant, Orson''s gaze turned cold. He lifted a finger, and the ground beneath them began to hum.


    Buzz! Buzz!


    Fires suddenly erupted from the arena floor, encircling Darkbo in a ring, interrupting his spell formation.


    Orson smirked and called out, "Fire Mage basic attack''s hidden mechanism¡ªdyed pull."


    Darkbo''s face turned pale as he found himself surrounded by fireballs that seemed toe from nowhere. His confidence evaporated instantly.


    "This... How did you do that?" Darkbo gasped, wide-eyed, as the fireballs exploded around him.


    Boom! Boom! Boom!


    The critical strikes dealt massive damage as the fireballs hit his head, arms, and legs, breaking him down piece by piece.


    Despite being slow in terms of projectile speed, fireball basic attacks had the longest duration among all the base attack types,sting up to ten seconds as long as Orson maintained his control. This gave him the ability to strike multiple times with devastating uracy.


    "Ding!"


    "You have sessfully defeated Darkbo with a 3:0 victory in the Bloody Arena!"


    The system announcement echoed through the air. Orson stepped back from the arena, looking over his shoulder in confusion.


    "Huh? Why isn''t he dead yet?" Orson muttered, stepping back a few meters.


    Darkbo knelt on the ground, trembling, his body battered, but his eyes still focused on Orson. With great difficulty, he lifted his head and said, "You have earned my respect. Adventurer... you may kill me now."


    "I am content. I will face my end with peace..."


    Darkbo slowly rose to his feet, closed his eyes, and awaited the end, a deep sigh escaping him.


    Orson looked down at the strange ck sword lying on the ground, still exuding a blood-red aura. The massive number of yers dying in the Celestial Fortress meant that the 1v1 battle hadn''t ended.


    Orson thought quietly to himself.


    If he could kill Darkbo, a level 100 NPC with god-like abilities, he''d likely get a lot of great loot. And if he could get his hands on the ck sword... well, that was probably a top-tier magic weapon.


    But there was a risk. If luck wasn''t on his side, he could end up getting nothing, since the old man was practically wearing no equipment aside from that ck sword.


    Orson considered asking Madman to steal it, but Madman was stuck in another fight, unable to escape, and time was running short. So stealing didn''t seem like a viable option anymore.


    "Swear loyalty to me, and I will teach you the ultimatebat techniques. You''ll be a god among NPCs!" Orson said, testing the waters.


    "The ultimatebat techniques..." Darkbo''s eyes widened with shock and intrigue, a brief flicker of excitement shing through his expression.


    The power radiating from Orson was beyond anything he had ever seenparable even to the youthful God-Emperor at the peak of his strength.


    No... in fact, it might be even greater.


    Darkbo sighed bitterly and said, "I have little time left... I fear I cannotply."


    "You have sessfully persuaded Darkbo."


    "Darkbo, the Battle Saint, has expressed regret. His life is now limited to less than 30 days."


    A new notification appeared, and Orson''s eyes lit up with excitement. Darkbo seemed genuinely moved by his offer.


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    "Hidden Quest Triggered!"


    [The Regret of the Battle Saint]


    Quest Description: Darkbo, knowing his time is short, can only recover his strength by obtaining life-extending items. These might include rare objects such as the Fountain of Youth, the Orc God Crown, or the First Light of Creation. Otherwise, Darkbo will die in 30 days.


    Quest Reward: [Battle Bro] Permission unlocked. Darkbo will swear loyalty to you.


    This quest has no penalties.


    Upon abandoning the quest, Darkbo will grant you the forbidden magic weapon [diator''s Bloodthirsty King Sword].


    Orson''s eyes gleamed with joy as he read the quest rewards. Darkbo, in his prime, had 500 million health points¡ªa top-tier NPC under the God-Emperor!


    [Battle Bro] was a special permission that allowed yers to recruit NPCs as allies, usually unlocked only after level 60. In Infinite Dimensions, [Battle Beast] had a simr purpose, but [Battle Bro] operated under an independent action mode, meaning it didn''t interfere with a yer''s regr activities like leveling or questing.


    Orson quickly sobered as he saw the mention of the rare items needed for Darkbo''s extended life. These were difficult to obtain¡ªlikely even more so than the Dragon King''s Horn or the Titan''s Eye. Even if he had a year, he probably wouldn''t be able to find them.


    "Items that extend life..." Orson furrowed his brows, thinking deeply. Suddenly, something clicked, and he remembered an item in his inventory!

 Chapter 217 217: I Think My Opponent Is Pretty Strong

    Several white shes flickered in front of Nightshade.


    Bang! Bang! Bang¡ª


    Dust swirled, and the ground cracked.


    Nine massive mechanical titans, each ten meters tall and weighing several dozen tons, appeared.


    Their heavy skeletal frames were rusted, and the screeching sound of corroding metal grinding against each other filled the air. Thick ck smoke poured from the mecha''s exhaust vents, and the rumbling roar of old tractor-like engines could be heard.


    [Goblin Tech - Type 1 Small Armed Titan]


    [yer Nightshade''s Creation]


    Quality: Legendary


    HP: 10 million


    Attack: 5,000~20,000


    Range: 10~500 meters


    Skills: Shoot, Explode, Hack


    If any other yer had been present, Nightshade would have been ridiculed by the entire server. While others were still trying to figure out how to make their characters swing swords faster or strengthen their skills¡­


    He, on the other hand, had already opened up an ultra-industrial civilization in the game!


    These mechs were bright red, withposite armor panels resemblingrge iron cooking pots. Painted on them was a ck skull with the words [Godyer] underneath.


    "Can''t beat them, just use technology, it''s perfectly normal." Nightshade muttered to himself.


    In terms of firepower, the mechs had massive Gatling magic cannons hanging from their thick mechanical arms. One of the other arms held a rusted giant battle axe or sword.


    But that wasn''t the most over-the-top feature.


    The true killer weapon was the honeb-shaped rocketunchers mounted on the mechs'' shoulders, capable ofunching at least fifty rockets at once, each equivalent to a B-grade fire magic spell.


    Of course, such exaggerated firepower came at a hefty price, even though Goblin Tech was known for being cheap. The cost of one of these small Titan mechs was still a whopping 100,000 gold coins. The creation of these machines had drained the guild''s funds, causing Madman to drag Nightshade out of the game cabin more than once for a serious "talk."


    The pilots of these mechs were even more interesting.


    "Wow!!"


    "The massacre has begun! Wow!!"


    "The Wargod Apostles have entered a new war!"


    Deep, savage battle cries echoed from within the mechs.


    These were goblins, and not just any goblins. They were the tallest, the strongest, the most terrifying of their kind¡ªover 2.5 meters tall, the super goblins.


    The Goblin race, when their poption exceeds ten thousand, sees the elite warriors like the Goblin Brutes and Goblin Demolitionists battle it out for supremacy. The strongest among them would evolve into a Goblin Boss.


    [Goblin Boss: Level 40]


    [Lord-ss Creature]


    HP: 3 million


    Attack: 3,000


    Skills: I Think My Opponent Is Weak, I Think My Opponent Is Strong


    The Goblin Boss''s skills were unique¡ªwhen the Boss felt the opponent was weak, his attack power would double. But when he thought the opponent was strong, his health would double!


    Purely unscientific, these creatures didn''t think rationally at all.


    Seeing these strange goblins appear, even Barenkas, the Six-Winged Inferno Dragon, found himself momentarily stunned.


    "Just bigger ants," Barenkas scoffed coldly.


    mes Like Stars!


    Barenkas raised all six of his arms at once, and the sky above the arena exploded with dark stars, which came raining down toward the Titan mechs.


    This strike covered almost half of the entire arena. Nightshade took a deep breath, knowing that evasion was impossible.


    But the Goblin Bosses also realized how formidable the enemy was.


    The nine mechs formed a fan shape around Nightshade, their surfaces glowing with a strange red light, and the Goblin Bosses'' eyes filled with irrational fury.


    I think my opponent is stronger!


    HP doubled!


    Nightshade''s eyes hardened. He muttered to himself, "Such a strong A-level yer... but I''m a Godyer, and we are the unbeatable kings!"


    "Goblin Boss!" Nightshade''s expression changed sharply. He immediately shouted, "Fire, fire, fire!!"


    Crack¡ª


    All nine Titan mechs moved in perfect unison, lifting their Gatling magic cannons and aiming them at the iing dark stars!


    Vroom vroom vroom¡­


    Countless magic bullets screamed as they formed an imprable bullet storm in front of Nightshade.


    In just one exchange, thousands of magic bullets punched a hole through the ck stars.


    Barenkas'' expression darkened as he swung his six arms, quickly gathering magic to pull the stars back together.


    A tidal wave of dark magic surged across the battlefield, hundreds of dark meteors crashing toward the mechs.


    Boom!


    Boom!


    Boom!


    Critical Hit -100,000!


    Critical Hit -100,000!


    ¡­


    The entire arena shook violently as Nightshade staggered, trying to hold his ground with his legendary staff. Four of the mechs at the front were smashed into the ground by the meteorites, and the devastating burn damage quickly drained the mechs and the Goblin Bosses'' health.


    However, Nightshade remained steadfast. He knew the Goblin Bosses could stand up again!


    Inside the mechs, the Goblin Bosses roared through the mes, their voices filled with endless fury: "Wow! Wow!"


    Barenkas'' expression twisted with disbelief. His body blurred as he moved at incredible speed, his enchanted sword whistling through the air as he wildly hacked at one of the mechs.@@novelbin@@


    Other mechs took advantage of the moment, raising massive battle axes and charging toward Barenkas.


    But Barenkas, being of Dark Dragonblood, was a natural-born assassin among the native inhabitants of Infinite Dimensions. Although the mechs were powerful, their slow attack speed made it hard to hit the agile Barenkas.


    Barenkas growled, shing off the legs of the damaged mechs, rendering them powerless as they copsed on the ground, struggling to resist.


    Critical Hit -40,000!


    Critical Hit -30,000!


    ¡­


    Barenkas'' attack speed was beyond imagination, especially considering he had six arms. The mechs'' health was quickly running out.


    "Get out of the mechs!" Nightshade eximed with a grin. "Number two, it''s your turn!"


    Swish¡ª


    The Titan mechs'' hatches suddenly burst open, and the Goblin Bosses were sted hundreds of meters into the air by a powerful force.


    As they plummeted through the air, one of the Goblin Bosses reached for their backpack and pulled out a parachute.


    "Wow! I think the enemy is so stupid! Hehehehe..." the Goblin Boss screeched.


    In their hand was a red button, which they mmed downward.


    The honeb-shaped rocketuncher on the mech instantly exploded.


    Boom!


    The explosion was so powerful, it rivaled an S-grade fire magic spell. Half of the arena''s stands were ttened in the st.


    Fatal Damage -3,000,000!


    A terrifying damage output burst forth, and Barenkas howled in fury. He failed to dodge in time, and his arms were shredded to pieces.


    Barely managing to transform into his dragon form, Barenkas escaped the st, though this had reduced the damage significantly.


    "Dragon? A yer¡­ turning into a dragon? What a weird game," Nightshade muttered in disbelief, staring at the "Four-Winged Dragon" in the sky, blood dripping from its body. Continue your journey with My Virtual Library Empire


    Barenkas screamed in rage, "Ant, you will die! You and the adventurer named Orgod will both perish at my jaws!"


    "Is he talking about Orson? These yers have some strange tastes¡­ Orson''s such a good guy, how could they want to eat him..." Nightshade mumbled, shaking his head. "Never mind, the bigger target is less troublesome."


    With that, he gave the order, and the Titan mechs'' limbs hit the ground, opening the rocketunchers on their shoulders.


    Nightshade''s eyes gleamed, a malicious smile forming on his face. "Skill¡ªBoom Boom Boom! Targeting airborne enemies!"


    The rocketsunched in a barrage!


    Whoosh whoosh whoosh¡ª


    Dozens of magic rockets shot toward Barenkas, who was about to unleash his Dark me Dragon Breath. His dragon eyes widened in panic, and a thick spit lodged in his throat, causing him to freeze.

 Chapter 218 218: Theres a Melon! Watch the Show!

    Barenkas was instead being overwhelmed by the barrage from the eight Titan Mechs, jumping around the limited space of the arena in a frantic struggle.


    -15,000@@novelbin@@


    Critical Hit -32,000!


    -16,000


    ...


    Barenkas'' massive form was constantly sted by explosions, with his health quickly dropping by over ten million points. His dragon body swayed uncontrobly, as five consecutive rockets sent him crashing into the stands.


    "I am an apex dragon, I am the terminator!"


    Barenkas roared in fury, finally pushed to the brink. His dragon form shimmered with dark light as he activated Body Domination, preparing to charge directly at the culprit, Nightshade.


    "Body Domination? Ignores knockback, stun, and other control effects? Then let''s fight up close!"


    Nightshade quickly reacted, leaping onto one of the Titan Mechs for protection. He then issued anothermand: "Use sh sh sh!"


    The eight Titan Mechs moved in unison, charging forward and embedding their mechanical arms deep into Barenkas'' body.


    "Wa!!!"


    The goblins inside the mechs swung their giant weapons and pounded mercilessly on Barenkas, as if they were digging into the ground. Despite Barenkas being a High-level Dragon, he howled in pain as the relentless strikes continued.


    Barenkas'' roars echoed as he violently shook his dragon head, finally managing to throw the little "crawlers" off of him. Immediately, other goblins seized the opportunity, piloting their mechs to climb back on.


    These goblins weren''t holding back either. They attacked all the vulnerable spots¡ªdragon wings, dragon kidneys, and even the dragon... uh, you know. They didn''t care, they just kept smashing away with their weapons.


    Barenkas, who had never been so humiliated, was left with bloody, gaping wounds all over his body as his dragon blood spilled onto the ground. But at least, as a Six-Winged Inferno Dragon, his damage was terrifyingly high, and in a short burst, four of the Titan Mechs were shredded to pieces by his dragon ws.


    Nightshade was forced to recall the critically wounded Goblin Bosses from their mechs. The remaining machines were also missing limbs and significantly weakened.


    "Anger Blood diator ends in 5 minutes."


    "Warning: Passivebatants will face double penalties."


    "Warning: Passive..."


    Nightshade looked up at the blood-red sky, then nced at Barenkas, who still had over 30 million HP. The magic rockets were already expended, and the Gatling cannons were no longer effective. At this point, the only remaining strategy was closebat.


    But at the rate things were going, Nightshade figured the best he could do was to stall until the end of the match. He sighed inwardly, thinking to himself, "I really am too weak. With so many goblin allies, I still can''t defeat an A-rank yer. I can''t face Madman or Orson after this!"


    Determined to avoid losing more mechs, Nightshade shifted to guerri tactics, sending two Titan Mechs to harass from a distance while the others continued closebat.


    However, contrary to Nightshade''s self-pity, Barenkas felt even worse.


    The arena was simply too cramped for a giant dragon like him, preventing him from fully utilizing his power. To think that a mere human adventurer was pushing him toward the abyss of death¡ªthis was something he never expected.


    And so, Barenkas shifted into defense mode, nning to hold on until the match ended. As a High-level Dragon, he only needed a little time to heal before he could crush this annoying insect outside the arena.


    Meanwhile, in another Anger Blood diator space...


    "Warning! If no effective attack is made within 1 minute, you will be dered: Defeated!"


    "You will lose 20 levels."


    "You will lose all equipped gear!"


    The notifications rang out in the minds of the twobatants.


    "Will you betray me?"


    Wedge, holding a staff, stood elegantly in her shimmering silver and gold robe, surrounded by a peaceful holy light.


    Her voice was captivating, easily striking the deepest, most vulnerable part of a man''s soul. It was a mesmerizing quality that drew people in.


    Standing opposite Wedge was a handsome man with extraordinary presence.


    He held a legendary war ive, riding a snow-white dragon whose silver light radiated around them like a divine shadow. Compared to the lesser dragons, this silver dragoncked the typical fierceness, its dragon eyes calm andposed.


    The silver dragon was only about twenty meters long, with wings that were smooth and beautiful, yet exuded an unparalleled aura of power.


    This dragon belonged to the High-level Dragon family¡ªthe Holy Light Silver Dragon n, the Xian family, which had stood for over a thousand years in the Light Dragon Empire, forming its foundation.


    Through close coboration with certain individuals to raise the favorability with Xien''s parents, Drunken Dream had gained tremendous benefits, including a rare Holy Light Silver Dragon egg. He then spent a staggering hundred billion to hatch it sessfully.


    Drunken Dream smiled bitterly as he heard her words. Coughing, he said, "Can we change the subject?"


    "No, you want to have me, possess my body and soul, don''t you?"


    Wedge replied with a gentleugh, showing no concern for the diator penalties.


    "That''s not what I meant. You know, I was just a little tipsy... haha," Drunken Dream blushed awkwardly.


    "Men," Wedge sniffed in displeasure, her two words carrying an endless meaning. Drunken Dream fell silent. Find your next read on My Virtual Library Empire


    After a few more seconds, Drunken Dream sighed. "I admit it. You''ve made my heart race."


    Wedge smiled yfully, "You''re finally being honest, sounding like a real man now."


    Her smile was pure and elegant, as if this answer was enough to satisfy her, like a lovesick girl experiencing her first crush.


    "Kill me, then leave. You can''t afford to lose, and..."


    Her voice trailed off, lips curling into a smile. "I''m not even a match for a Silver Dragon Knight."


    With that, Wedge gracefully approached Drunken Dream, her slender arms reaching up to remove her crown, shoulder armor, weapons, and even her gorgeous clothes.


    Her ck hair cascaded like a waterfall, untamed over her jade-like shoulders, her figure stunningly beautiful.


    Yet even with all her beauty, Drunken Dream''s blurry memories told him that the woman in that room was even more beautiful, more seductive... and far crazier.


    "Silver Dragon Knight, the one whomands the admiration of countless yers."


    "As you wish, I belong to you, always."


    Wedge''s face turned red as she spoke, her voice soft and enchanting, wrapping Drunken Dream''s heart in an irresistible warmth.


    But just as this moment of allure reached its peak, Drunken Dream''s voice suddenly cut through the air with cold and sharp words.


    "Belong to me? Interesting. Then why did you climb into my brother Max''s bed?"


    Wedge froze, her body trembling as her eyes filled with disbelief. The calmness of her heart was disturbed. "What are you talking about?"


    Her gaze was filled with fake innocence, her face showing no cracks, even carrying a hint of hurt and confusion.


    Having spent years in the chaotic esports capital, Wedge had long mastered the art of hiding her true emotions.


    "You certainly have quite a set of methods, even managing to bribe the people I sent to check on you."


    Drunken Dream''s eyes grew cold, his voice frigid. "But you need to understand, that worthless Max?!"


    "He can never handle his own business. He cheats on me, the heir to The Upton Family. How could he not brag about such a ''great achievement''?"


    "I... I didn''t, please let me exin!" Wedge stammered, clearly confused.


    Drunken Dream scoffed. "To you, I''m just a tool for your ascent. Can you deny that?"


    When Wedge continued to deny it, Drunken Dream lost all patience.


    "Unleash your strength!"


    "Across the Heavens!"


    With a loud bang, Wedge was instantly sted away, her body sent flying, and with a swift swing of the ive, her head was severed in two!

 Chapter 219 219: Touch Me? Are You Sure?

    ng!


    Ding!


    Sparks flew as metal vibrated.


    In the arena, two shadowy figures collided with madness, their movements so fast they seemed to blur. After nearly ten minutes of intense battle, both were drained of energy.


    nk: "What kind of assassin relies on magical items like you?"


    Madman: "I''m... I''m a magic assassin, alright? What''s with you wearing a mask and trying to look all impressive?"


    With that, Madman lunged forward, his figure shing and aiming for nk''s back.


    Cold light shed in nk''s eyes as she scoffed, "Ignorant."


    She pushed off the ground with her long legs, her body soaring like a swallow, flipping backward to avoid his close-quarters attack, fully disying the agility and skill of a thief.


    Against Madman''s fierce assault, she blocked with her left hand holding a dagger while her right hand tossed a B-grade assassin skill, [Rain of Daggers].


    A series of lethal, glittering crystals exploded outward, creating a chilling rain of light around Madman, a storm that would persist and damage him over time.


    This skill not only confused the enemy''s vision but also had area-of-effect damage, perfect for a backstab whenbined with stealth.


    Madmanughed wildly. "Stop ying around, this move of yours is useless, too slow! Way too slow!"


    Madman grinned widely as his magical jetpack activated, shooting him forward dozens of meters, perfectly evading nk''s well-prepared move.


    "How shameless!"


    nk''s face flushed with anger. The enemy might not match her in skill orbat experience, but he had an annoying array of magical gadgets that were starting to drive her mad.


    Madman snapped back, his eyes wide with rage. "What the hell are you talking about? Wasn''t it you who spent the first minute adjusting and then kept hacking away at your mount, stacking bleeding buffs?"


    nk''s face turned even redder as she nced over at her mount¡ªa huge, battered ck turtle the size of a millstone.


    This turtle had 2 million HP, but nk had never ridden it in battle.


    After all, as the King of Assassins in the ughter Guild, riding a turtle into battle would probably make everyoneugh to death.


    Due to the presence of the Soul Seal''s true damage bleeding effect, nk would relentlessly hack the turtle before every fight to stack bleeding damage to 10,000 per second. This way, a backstab could obliterate her opponent in a sh.


    Of course, nk originally didn''t have the heart to harm the turtle, but after being killed repeatedly by someone, she hade to terms with it.


    Madman chuckled crazily. "Just stick to guarding the base. If you have to run up here and mess around, even though we''re temporary allies, it''d only make sense for me to kill you."


    nk froze for a moment as Madman grinned at her, pulling out a long, evil-looking weapon.


    "¡­Anti-Hulk Sniper Rifle." nk almost turned to stone, a wave of danger instantly flooding over her.


    Her face turned pale, and she cursed furiously, "You''re the shame of thieves!"


    "Tch, what does it mean to use a tool properly? If I have a cannon, why would I fight you in closebat? Are you serious?"


    Madmanughed in triumph as he aimed the rifle, preparing to take her down.


    For some reason, seeing nk just made him angry.


    He, the self-proimed god of assassins, would never lose to some little girl!


    Boom!


    A tremendous magical shockwave sted from the rifle, and Madman grinned, savoring the perfect moment.


    The impact shattered the arena''s outer wall, creating a hole three meters wide.


    Madman''s mouth dropped open, and he shouted, "It missed? What the hell?!"


    "Relying on external tools, you''ll never beat me."


    Suddenly, nk''s voice rang out, her tone ethereal and ghostly.


    Madman''s hair stood on end as he looked up, feeling a chilling sense of dread.


    What he saw made his heart freeze: a giant white ghost face grinning grotesquely, exuding a sinister, eerie aura.


    Boom!


    Madman''s face darkened, his reflexes quick as he raised his rifle and fired at the ghost face.


    With a loud bang, the magical shockwave exploded in the air like a burst of fireworks, scattering the ghost face.


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    But only for a moment. The ghost face reappeared, grinning malevolently at Madman.


    "It''s useless. This move was meant for that bastard, but I guess I''ll use it on you, useless thief."


    Madman''s eyes widened in shock. "S-ss Soul Shatterer Assassin''s exclusive skill?"


    The ghost face split, sending out an ear-piercingugh before charging at him.


    "Confining effect?"


    Madman furrowed his brow. As the ghost face closed in, he realized he couldn''t move. His body locked in ce, rigid, and he could only turn to look behind him.


    nk coldly removed her mask, revealing a stunningly beautiful face. She extended a slender finger and poked Madman''s chest.


    "Sorry, I touched you. And now, you''re dead."


    nk sneered proudly as Madman''s face turned nk with confusion, unable toprehend what she meant.


    "Touch me and you die?"


    "What nonsense!"


    "Warning: Soul Shatterer Assassin has activated S-ss assassination skill. Thebat area has been changed to a temporary safe zone. You cannot deal any damage to her."


    The prompt sounded, and Madman waspletely stunned. The ghost face formed a circle around them, turning the entire area into a safe zone.


    He never imagined that the S-ss Soul Shatterer Assassin would have such a broken skill mechanism!


    Attempting to strike back resulted in the attack being nullified.


    nk whispered softly, "Heavenly Demon ¡¤ Soul Binding."


    Madman''s mouth hung open as a white light poured out from his heart.


    Madman: "What the hell¡­ is this my soul?"


    The next moment, Madman was left speechless as nk grabbed his soul form with one hand.


    She then moved his soul out of thebat area, while her other hand prepared to execute the killing blow.


    Madman: "What the hell! This is what you call shameless! You can''t win, so you resort to cheap tricks!"


    "The Godyer guild has no innocent members. Dealing with you should require unconventional methods." nk smiled, her expression full of mockery.


    "yer nk cannot enter any dungeons/quests for the next week."


    The prompt appeared, and nk sighed. This was the reason she rarely used such skills¡ªkilling one person meant a seven-day game dy.


    But Madman had top-tier 3x3 legendary gear, as well as many overpowered magical items.


    Even nk, as the vice-leader of ughter, couldn''t help but envy him.


    So she made an exception and used her S-ss assassination skill.


    Just as nk raised her legendary short dagger to obliterate Madman''s soul¡­


    Whoosh¡ª


    The legendary short dagger shed in an instant, but nk''s face suddenly showed shock. "This¡­ is so strange!"


    She stared at her palm in disbelief.


    What? Where''s my weapon?


    At that moment, Madman''s shocked and desperate expression disappeared, reced by a cold smirk.


    "I touched you too. In fact, I''ve touched you three times."


    "[Master Thief] Activated!"


    "Target is unprepared. Sess rate of stealing increased!"


    "You sessfully stole the legendary weapon: [ughter de]."


    "Human Soul Seal [Ancient Thief Saint] activated, stealing sess rate increased!"


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    "You sessfully stole 30% critical hit rate."


    Madman couldn''t help butugh to the heavens. "Keep acting, keep acting! Let''s see if I''ll finish you off!"


    The S-ss assassination skill''s confinement effect ended.


    Madman grinned, baring his teeth, and pounced on nk, whose attack power and critical hit rate had drastically dropped.


    With three deadly shes, he aimed straight for her throat!


    "Touch me? Do you even have the right?"


    Madmanughed maniacally as he ruthlessly taunted her.


    "Thief-type Soul Seal¡­ I miscalcted."


    nk''s eyes went nk as she copsed to the ground, disbelief on her face.


    Her equipment automatically disengaged, floating in the air, and Madman snatched it all up, stuffing it into his pocket.


    "Godyer guild vice-leader Madman has killed yer nk!"


    "Victory in the Blood Rage diator event!"


    The guild chat exploded in disbelief:


    "WTF! Madman took out nk!"


    Old Yin: "I can''t believe it, nk was taken down by Madman!"


    Dancing Giant Boobs screamed: "Oh my god! Perverted man, he actually¡­ killed a Leaderboards top-tier yer!"


    Madmanughed to the sky, shouting over the guild channel: "Brothers, do you see how cool I am? Just kidding, of course!"


    Absolute Kid: "Vice-leader, this¡­ this is something you really shouldn''t have done."


    Dancing Giant Boobs: "Psychopath! Shameless, despicable!"

 Chapter 220 220: Whos Boss Just Throwing Around Like This!?

    Bradley: "Stop pretending, I''ve already taken care of my side."


    Ruby: "Stop acting like you''re all that. A mere Earth Dragon Mage boss is nothing to be afraid of. One set of Dragon Blood Hero gear, and I''m set."


    The two siblings fought hard and won their respective battles in the arena.


    Ruby had good luck as the boss she faced specialized in magic attacks, which was perfectly countered by her hidden job''s magic damage reduction.


    As for Bradley, his opponent was the Xian family''s Centurion, a level 50 lord-ss monster with enhanced health and rapid health regeneration. Fortunately, Bradley was a Light-Dark Sword Saint, and with his light sword amplifying his abilities and the dark sword adding deadly power, he slowly wore down the lord through debuffs like defense and attack reduction and bleeding effects, ultimately winning with the absurdly powerful life-steal ability.


    After the battle, Bradley was rewarded with a level 50 legendary sword and five pieces of level 50 hero-tier armor.


    Meanwhile, in the Female Dorm God area, someone shouted with pride: "Quentin, we''ll meet again some other time! You''re a worthy opponent!"


    The earth mage named Quentin screamed angrily, "Get lost! Crazy priest, I''ve never seen someone like you!"


    As one of the top mages in the Unmatched guild, Quentin had never been humiliated like this before. He thought that with his flying mount infused with phoenix blood, taking down a priest from the Godyer guild would be a breeze.


    At the beginning of the fight, Quentin had a huge advantage. He flew in the air, spamming his skills on Stewart and nearly killing him several times. But then something unexpected happened.@@novelbin@@


    A giant goat suddenly emerged from Stewart''s side, its size increasing tenfold. The goat blocked every attack from Quentin, and as it took damage, its health didn''t decrease¡ªin fact, it started to regenerate!


    The more Quentin attacked, the more the goat seemed to enjoy it, its health growing instead of falling. After exhausting his mana and being pushed to the brink of defeat, Stewart managed to survive until the diatorial match ended.


    Inside Godyer guild, there was another dramatic scene, the "ve Contract Battle."


    "Goddamn, scum! Give me back my gear!" Ride Donkey yelled.


    God of Iron Cavalry shot back, "What''s your problem? You''re the one who ran into me. You want the guild leader position? Show me your power, don''t talk nonsense."


    The two went head-to-head in a two-and-a-half-minute long heated argument, and then immediatelyunched intobat. Ride Donkey, having learned from their previous encounter, focused on dodging Iron Cavalry''s magic shield counterattacks. He used precise movement and positioning tond several sessful strikes.


    But Iron Cavalry was relentless, stacking multiple buffs using potions and food, boosting his damage resistance and attack power. The advantage he gained through his shield counterattack was too much for Ride Donkey, and despite his best efforts, he was ultimately overwhelmed and killed.


    "Anger Blood diatorial Battle has ended!" the system announced.


    "All defeated yers/NPCs and units will be forced to exit the Celestial Fortress!"


    As the blood-red sky slowly faded away, thousands of white lights shot into the heavens, signaling the forced return of yers to their nearest city spawn points.


    On the ground, many NPC soldiersy lifeless, and numerous yers who had barely escaped alive drank potions to restore their health. It was clear that this battle had been incredibly tough.


    Reaver: "This can''t be! This isn''t possible!!!"


    A seemingly ordinary warrior yer walked out of the arena, casually wielding a pair of legendary battle des. In the most unexpected turn of events, this low-level B-ss yer had just defeated Reaver, one of the strongest A-ss enchanted warriors in SSR!


    Wild Gale: "Nothing''s impossible. You''re strong, no doubt, but I''m even stronger."


    "Reaver... lost to a B-ss?" DonutWizard couldn''t believe his eyes. He was shocked beyond words, his gaze locked on Wild Gale.


    Reaver, an A-ss yer, known as an elite of SSR, had just been defeated by Wild Gale, a yer who had been booted from Dragon''s Kiss Guild.


    "This... this can''t be happening..."


    "Did Reaver get yed? Or is it that... he''s just not in his best form today?"


    "And the Guild Leader lost too? Did he run into a Dragon or something?"


    Other top-tier SSR yers were equally stunned. Of the yers at the top of their guild''s rankings, only DonutWizard had managed to survive the diatorial space. The others were either dead or on the verge of defeat.


    "How could Reaver lose to him?" someone muttered. "Wild Gale is a god-tier coach in our guild. Even though Reaver might have a higher rank, Wild Gale''s expertise in the warrior ss allows him to handle those matches with ease."


    Heartbroken Loli smiled brightly and walked over to Wild Gale, surrounded by Iron Cavalry, Absolute Kid, and other top yers, effectively cornering the remaining SSR members.


    Godyer guild had many yers who had received guidance from Wild Gale, including some of the top amateurs. With his deep understanding of the warrior ss, Wild Gale could manipte every detail ofbat and fight as if the world itself were his to control. Even with a low-tier awakening ss, as long as he had good gear, Wild Gale could dominate any battle.


    DonutWizard gritted his teeth and surveyed the situation. The enemies had fewer numbers, but they were almost entirely unscathed. On the other hand, SSR and other guilds had lost a significant number of yers. Your next read is at My Virtual Library Empire


    "Are you feeling tough because you have numbers?" DonutWizard sneered, his eyes shing with killing intent. He started to summon his magic, and a six-pointed star glowed ominously above him.


    Iron Cavalry quickly raised his shield wall to block DonutWizard''s magic.


    SSR-ICEMAN: "Annly, the Guild Leader says retreat! Don''t fight here!"


    DonutWizard clenched his teeth, realizing that this wasn''t a fight they could win. Over half of the SSR yers had died in the diatorial space, and the losses for Unmatched were even worse.


    In contrast, Godyer had barely suffered any casualties. Even though they weren''t arge guild, they seemed practically unstoppable.


    With the Celestial Fortress countdown nearing zero, Madman narrowed his eyes and made a quick decision.


    "Let''s pull back and regroup in the secret realm," he said. "We''re not going to waste time fighting here. We need to stay alert for potential ambushes from other forces."


    Just then, several massive shadows appeared in the sky, heading straight for their location. They were lower-tier dragons, heading straight towards them.


    With the power core now under control, the Celestial Fortress was still at risk of being lost in less than two hours.


    "It''s better not to fight the dragons head-on," Madman muttered, concern evident in his voice. "We''ll head back and regroup. No sense in charging in."


    As they moved, the scene suddenly shifted. Orson, riding the Crimson Lizard King, hovered in the air, surveying the area. He was waiting for a barrier to be broken by his underlings.


    The battle to control the Celestial Fortress was still ongoing, but as the clock ticked down, all forces were positioning themselves for the final showdown.


    "Who''s throwing a boss like this at me?" Orson suddenly eximed, spotting a massive boss crashing down in front of him.


    "A Six-Winged Inferno Dragon?! Who in their right mind throws a nearly-dead holy boss at my feet?" he cursed, his smile turning to a grimace. "This is just too much!"

 Chapter 221 221: The Hurricane Spear

    Barenkas was getting thoroughly beaten by Nightshade''s Titan Mech, with three of his six wings broken and his dragon body riddled with deep, bloody gashes. His health had dropped to under two million.


    "Hey, are you alright?" Orson said lightly, his voice carrying amusement.


    Barenkas, who had been lying on the ground recovering from the damage, suddenly looked up, and a chilling sensation ran down his spine. Of course, that would have happened if he had any fur.


    Furious and terrified, Barenkas red at Orson. His reaction was almost instantaneous as he raised his dragon head and began to charge up a deadly dragon breath.


    Orson''s eyes sharpened. This was an opportunity he could not miss. He sped his hands together and muttered, "Earthquake!"


    The spell expanded to three times its usual size!


    A massive stone dragon erupted from the ground. Under Orson''s careful maniption, the stone dragon twisted in the air with a cracking sound, as though a cor was tightening around the Six-Winged Inferno Dragon''s neck.


    Barenkas roared in shock and fury, forcing the release of his dragon breath as he tried to break free from the stone dragon''s grip.


    "Let''s try a new skill," Orson whispered coldly, as a dark-red, chaotic hexagram appeared beneath his feet.


    He calmly raised a hand, and violent wind elements quickly began to converge around him. In an instant, the air shifted, and gale-force winds began to swirl around.


    A cyan spear manifested above Orson''s head. His eyes glowed with an eerie blue light, and the robe of heavenly fire rustled in the wind. Mystical cyan magic runes circled him, and a spectral female figure appeared behind him.


    It was a goddess-like apparition, regal yet emanating a cold, murderous aura.


    Unmatched Quentin: "No way... Magic phenomena!"


    Unmatched Robert: "That person is Orgod! Who is he fighting?!"


    A shock ran through the Unmatched guild members, especially the elite mages, who were shivering in fear. Only they understood what such a magical phenomenon meant. At this stage, it was practically a myth!


    In Infinite Dimensions, a mage could only unlock an elemental god projection once their A-tier magic reached the maximum level, acquiring the awakening effect. Most mages were still struggling to level up C- or B-tier skills, and A-tier magic books were a luxury far beyond their reach.


    "Six-Winged Inferno Dragon? How could its health be so low? Did Orgod solo it into this state?" Unmatched Robert thought, realizing he might be able to wait for both parties to fight to the death and then swoop in to pick up the spoils.


    Orson noticed the Unmatched guild members arriving but ignored them. With a low shout, the world seemed to shift.


    The air crackled with the sound of repeated explosive bangs, as though a giant hammer was pounding against the hearts of all yers in the area.


    A cyan spear flew from Orson''s hand.


    A soft, ethereal voice cried out as the wind-elemental goddess projection held the spear and flew forward, the surrounding space trembling under its immense pressure.


    Awakening: Hurricane Spear!


    Magic amplified to double the size!


    Barenkas''s expression changed dramatically. He couldn''t afford to wait for his Body Domination skill to cool down. With a furious roar, he unleashed his dragon breath again in an attempt to block the spear''s path.


    However, against the speed and ferocity of wind-based awakened magic, all his efforts were in vain.


    Barenkas''s fiery breath had just begun to spew out when the spear cut through the air, leaving a dazzling trail, and pierced through his massive form in an instant.


    The elemental goddess vanished in a swirl of wind and left no trace behind.


    Unmatched Robert: "That''s it? You showed us this?!"


    "Is this what A-tier awakened magic is? It doesn''t look like much," Quentin muttered in surprise.


    The Unmatched guild members stared at each other in confusion. For a moment, they thought the spectacle wasn''t impressive at all.


    Critical Hit Damage: 600,000!


    Armor Removed!


    Magic Resistance Removed!


    At that moment, a ridiculous damage number appeared on the screen, and the Unmatched guild members froze in shock.


    600,000 damage from one hit?!


    "Are you kidding me?!"


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    Six-Winged Inferno Dragon screamed in agony as ck blood poured from its gaping maw. A massive hole appeared in its chest, about one meter wide, with ck blood gushing out relentlessly.


    Although High-level Dragons have impressive regeneration, the grotesque and debilitating effects of this attack were too much. Its healing speed could hardly keep up with the damage.


    To the Unmatched guild members, the sight of a high-tier boss being so thoroughly beaten was shocking beyond belief.


    "Orgod... You will die here!" Barenkas roared as his dragon body, bloodied, broke free from the stone dragon''s restraint. With only three remaining wings, he forced himself into the air.


    "Stop messing around," Orson smirked. "I let you escapest time. This time, you won''t get another chance."


    With a wave of his staff, Orson summoned The me Dragon in a three-fold enhanced attack.


    Barenkas widened his eyes as six fiery rocks materialized in front of him. He tried to forcefully dispel the attack.


    Orson remained calm. With a simple gesture, he crushed The me Dragon into a cloud of fireballs, sending them hurtling toward the Six-Winged Inferno Dragon.


    Burning Damage: -10,000!


    Burning Damage: -10,000!


    ...


    "This isn''t a battle we can participate in," Quentin muttered bitterly as Unmatched Robert gripped his bow, still plotting to make trouble for Orgod.


    Meanwhile, Quentin''s mount, the Phoenix-blooded Rooster, was trembling uncontrobly. This was a warbeast''s natural reaction to facing an opponent far beyond its power.


    Previously, Orson''s attempt to "poach" from the guild had left Unmatched Robert visibly furious. While both sides knew they couldn''t afford to provoke each other, Robert''s resentment was palpable.


    Orson nced back and smirked. "Don''t bother, I''ve already imed the loot."


    The Unmatched guild members exchanged puzzled nces. To them, Barenkas''s health still looked decent¡ªaround two million¡ªwas that really considered "loot"?


    Unmatched Robert snarled, "Orgod, listen up! I''ll let you off this time, but next time I''ll repay this insult!"


    Orson smiled, his tone yful. "Of course. Get out of here quickly. You''ll regret it if you stay any longer."


    Unmatched Robert sneered, "I admit you''re stronger than me, but on this battlefield, there are plenty of things that can deal with you!"


    Orson''s smile faded, and his voice grew cold. "Whether you''re a yer or a dragon, once you enter Celestial Fortress, your fate is sealed."


    With that, Crimson Lizard King reared up, letting out a powerful Destructive Breath toward Barenkas.


    Destructive Breath vs. Dragon''s Breath!


    The two powerful mes collided in mid-air with a tremendous boom. The fiery shockwave spread out like embers, scorching everything in its path.


    Ssh Damage: -5,000!


    Ssh Damage: -6,000!


    Unmatched Robert and hispanions recoiled in horror. Even the falling embers from the explosion were dealing massive damage to them.


    Grinding his teeth, Robert signaled for a quick retreat.


    "The lowly serpent dragon is getting stronger?" Barenkas thought to himself, a sense of dread creeping up his spine.


    Though his dragon breath had the advantage in terms of raw power, the opposing undead dragon held its ground far longer than he had expected.


    Knowing how troublesome Orson''s mount could be, Barenkas wisely avoided charging in headfirst, relying on his speed to get out of range.


    Orson''s eyes narrowed. The elemental goddess flickered behind him as he prepared to unleash the full force of his elemental abilities.


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    The magic Dragon Curse effect activated!


    The goddess expanded in size, and the spear grew several timesrger.


    Barenkas hesitated as a terrible sense of danger flooded his senses. But before he could react, Orson threw the spear.


    Barenkas''s eyes widened in rm, and with a final cry, he fled into the distance.


    "Furnace Greed''s Lord, save me!"


    Barenkas screamed in desperation, hoping for the assistance of two powerful figures¡ªThe me Dragon''s Nest Lord and his Queen.

 Chapter 222 222: Madness

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    The me Dragon''s nest leader let out a deafening roar, causing dragon power to sweep across the Celestial Fortress. yers all around felt their hearts pound in terror.


    Madman: "What the hell! Three me Dragons are here together!"


    The Godyer group was just about to retreat into thebyrinth, when two Lower Pinnacle Dragons, along with a severely wounded Six-Winged Inferno Dragon, appeared. Clearly, their target was none other than Orson, whom they sought revenge for their fallen offspring. Read exclusive chapters at My Virtual Library Empire


    "Quickly! Orson is in big trouble. Nightshade, take the Titan Mech and go support him," Bradley said with a dark expression, ncing at Nightshade who was busy checking the damage report.


    "But he told us not to intervene... What do we do?" Nightshade asked, confused.


    Bradley felt something was wrong and was about to speak when Nightshade pointed at the three massive dragons in the sky. "Three A-ss yers turned into monsters. I''ve knocked one down myself, Orson can handle them easily."


    The group stared at him, dumbfounded. What did he mean by "A-ss yers turned into monsters"?


    Had he lost his mind from ying too many goblins? They couldn''t even check the target''s attributes, yet he was saying things like this?


    "Wait... you''re saying you fought an A-ss yer to the point of damaging them?" Madman suddenly realized something.


    Nightshade nodded sheepishly. "Yeah, they''re strong. I almost lost my goblin leader. A-ss yers are too powerful... I''m terrible at this game."


    Madman pped his forehead in frustration. "What the hell¡­ No one ys like you."


    Old Yin: "I get it now. The real yers of Godyer are just a front. The life yers are the real bosses. Damn."


    Madman shook his head and thought for a moment. "Fine, if the fat bastard doesn''t want us to help, then there''s probably a reason."


    Bradley, still worried, frowned. Without flying capability, even running to Orson''s location might be futile. But just as he was about to speak, a sound came from the broken ruins near thebyrinth entrance.


    Clink!


    Sparks flew up in front of Bradley, and his lightsaber vibrated violently. A shattered enchanted arrowy on the ground.


    Madman''s expression changed. "Someone''sing! Get ready, everyone!"


    A group of Npc guards, d in silver armor, appeared through the wreckage. They moved with eerie calm, like a group of silver phantoms, advancing steadily.


    Madman cursed under his breath. "Damn, it''s the Xian family!"


    Dynasty Old Yin: "Watch out, these Npcs are crazy strong! I almost lost to one of their centurions."


    The Godyer group paused and turned around. Without realizing it, they had been surrounded by the Xian family''s Npc guards.


    Bradley, wielding both a light and dark sword, his eyes glinting with menace, said, "First, clear out the small fry. Leave the three centurions to me!"


    These Npcs had incredibly high health, and the three centurions were at the peak of Lord-ss. They were far more formidable than typical monster bosses.


    "Majesty rules the world!"


    "Silver Dragon Immortal, Invincible under Heaven!"


    "Silver Dragon Knight, the true number one yer in the US region!"


    Suddenly, a series of battle cries rang out.


    The Godyer group squinted their eyes instinctively as a sh of silver dragon shadow flew overhead, its radiant light blinding to the point where it was hard to focus on the target.


    Kabaitan Xian: "We pay our respects to the Silver Dragon Young Master. Please, let us join forces to eradicate these imperial heretics."


    One of the centurions, standing proudly on top of the silver dragon, spoke reverently to the figure standing above them.


    Iron Cavalry couldn''t help but shout: "What the hell... we''re screwed! Supreme Guild, how the hell do they have a Silver Dragon mount?"


    Absolute Kid: "We''re in deep trouble now! We''re surrounded!"


    The Godyer group gripped their weapons tightly. Surrounded on all sides, the mainbatants couldn''t help but worry.


    This 20-level Silver Dragon had more health than the Empress of the Moon, a me Dragon, by an entire 10 million points. The exact abilities of the dragon were unavable for viewing, which indicated that its power far surpassed most of those present. This dragon was terrifying.


    Dancing Giant Boobs: "So this is a Silver Dragon Knight... looks pretty strong. Wonder if we can take him down."


    Dancing Giant Boobs: "I''ve still got a few mana grenades left. If I find the right moment to shove them in its mouth, maybe we can do something... hehe."


    Dancing Giant Boobs: "The health bar''s thick, but with some of Little Night''s secret weapons, we could cut him down in three hits."


    Dancing Giant Boobs: "Try it and you''ll be dead."


    Dancing Giant Boobs chuckled, readying a sniper rifle. She intended to take a shot at the young Silver Dragon''s skull.


    Drunken Dream: "You''re as insane as my friends..." he remarked, with three ck lines forming on his forehead.


    Everyone knew that the mainbatants of Godyer were not to be messed with, but what they didn''t realize was that the most ferocious, most battle-hungry, and most reckless members of the guild were actually the life yers.


    "Ha! A bunch of mob yers still daring to shout. Under the Silver Dragon, you''re all ants. I''ll have you on the ground screaming in no time!"


    Max arrived riding a fiery lizard, his face filled with disdain as he swept his gaze over the Godyer group.


    "Without Triple Crown winner, the Godyer guild is nothing."


    "My dear bro, can you move a bit faster? I''m getting impatient!" a female archer sitting behind Max shouted.


    "Shut the hell up! What''s your bust size? Come down here so I can see," Absolute Kid spat back rudely.


    Old Yin grinned darkly. "As expected of Absolute Kid. About 5''3", weighs 260 pounds, a real beauty."


    "Keep talking. Keep on, soon you won''t be able to say a word. The SSR people areing. You''re all done for!" the female archer, Eliza, sneered.


    The Supreme Guild yers were mocking Godyer, but Madman remained unfazed. He looked up at the Silver Dragon Knight King and sent a private message.


    "Drunken, which side are you on?"


    Drunken Dream smiled bitterly when he saw the message. "I''m on the side that wants to live. But I want to ask, can you give me a promise on behalf of Orson?"


    Madmanughed loudly. "Of course, if he dares say no, I''ll go pull his inte cable myself."


    "Got it," Drunken Dream said with a deep breath, then continued. "My family background isplicated, and the two people with me have considerable influence in both the ck and white markets."


    "Not bad? How much influence? Can they even stand up to the US military?" Madman asked, raising an eyebrow sarcastically.


    Drunken Dream''s eyes widened, but then he seemed reassured. They exchanged a look and said in unison: "Let''s go!"


    The Silver Dragon Knight raised hisnce, and both Max and Eliza grinned.


    But only for a moment. Eliza''s pupils trembled as she realized that she and Max had been kicked out of the battle group by Drunken Dream.


    With a face full of resentment, Eliza red at Drunken Dream: "You bastard! Are you crazy!? You lunatic!"


    Drunken Dream''s response was simple.


    In the eyes of Eliza, her usually docile brother suddenly shattered Max''s skull with a single shot.


    "You''re right. I am crazy! Got a crazy disease where I need to live and get out of The Upton Family!"


    With a deranged grin, Drunken Dream swept his gun across the battlefield, ripping Eliza in half.


    He was just someone trying to get by, but his blood rtives wanted him dead!


    He had to act first!


    In an instant, the entire situation was flipped upside down.


    "What is the Guild Leader doing...?"


    "What the hell just happened!?"


    The Supreme Guild yers were still trying to figure things out when the next shocking thing happened.


    Drunken Dream, cold and unfeeling, drove the Silver Dragon straight into the Xian family''s guards, unleashing a holy dragon breath that even struck down the Duke Xien''s men?


    Everyone was confused. Wasn''t his Silver Dragon from the Xian family?