Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

“An Infinite Dimensions NPC?”

Iron Wolf narrowed his eyes, studying Wesley with suspicion.

This wasn’t the first time they’d seen NPCs from the merged world, but the Skyreach Mountains hadn’t changed much in terrain.

There were no Infinite Dimensions villages here, no grand cities. So how could an NPC just pop up?

“Military zone. Civilians keep out!”

The soldiers didn’t flinch. Melee adventurers gripping finely crafted level 30 longswords lowered into combat stances and advanced in tight formation.

Orson could tell their gear was only mid-tier blue quality, but carefully selected.

Many weapons had armor break, sunder, or anti-magic traits—perfect for pairing with ranged heavy fire to maximize damage output.

The US soldiers, as always, carried an air of silent iron. Even as adventurers, discipline hadn’t slipped an inch.

Wesley suddenly threw back his head and let out a booming laugh, eyes shimmering as if on the verge of tears.

“A fine group of young lions, blazing bright like the dawn!”

He grinned wide, then swept out his arm and roared, “Immortal laws—Sovereign of Ten Thousand Blades!”

A bronze dragon-etched sword leaped from his hip, its edge blunt yet vibrating with a fierce, ringing resonance.

Iron Wolf and the soldiers looked shocked. Their broadswords, sabers, and spears began quivering violently—then flipped from their grips, points driving into the ground, hilts trembling in a semicircle like they were bowing to the bronze blade.

“Immortal… laws?”

A tsunami of dread swept through Orson. Was this really the same Wesley he knew—the easy-to-bribe captain who spent all day drinking, gambling, and chasing women?

He glanced down at his own Supreme Arcane Blade. Thankfully, it remained steady, untouched by whatever power this was.

Same with the ranged adventurers around him. This seemed to only affect melee weapons. But even so, it was mind-boggling.

Imagine going up against someone in melee and having your weapon forced to kneel before their blade before the fight even started. It was absurd.

“I feel like I’ve been played for a fool,” Orson muttered under his breath. He forced himself to keep calm and peeked at Wesley’s stats.

“Immortal Domain Adventurer—Warchief Madhorse!”

“Level: 120”

“Unknown error…”

Golden letters filled his view. Orson’s mind went blank.

A maxed-out 120-level powerhouse from the Era of Immortals.

Warchief Madhorse?

“We meet again. Hope you’re ready this time, kid.”

Wesley—no, the Warchief Madhorse—gave him a mocking look and strode confidently toward the tomb.

“Hidden quest updated!”

“Heavenly Spirit’s Heart”

“Difficulty: Legendary-Tier”

“Quest 1: Enter the Cycle Gate guided by the Warchief Madhorse.”

The system ping snapped Orson back to himself.

Warchief Madhorse flicked a hand. Instantly Iron Wolf and the soldiers’ eyes went vacant, then they collapsed unconscious.

“They’ll be fine knowing less. This trial is yours alone,” he said calmly.

Orson scanned their panels and exhaled in relief—they were just knocked out.

“I’ve seen you somewhere before.”

Aeloria suddenly spoke up, studying the man closely.

“You haven’t, lizard. But that worm Draconis did. I once hacked off one of his claws, then he crushed me. Lucky for me, an immortal talisman brought me back.”

The casual words made Orson’s scalp crawl. Anyone who could slice off a claw from one of the Ancient Dragon Gods had to be monstrously powerful.

He stared suspiciously. “You’re really the Warchief Madhorse?”

“That’s right.”

The chieftain didn’t even turn, exuding overwhelming force.

God only knew what sort of monster he was dealing with.

“No need to be so shocked. My memories only started returning after meeting you. Us crossing paths here—it’s fate.”

The chieftain reached out to pat his shoulder.

Orson instantly blurred a hundred meters back, hands already raising into a spell-casting stance.

The chieftain paused mid-motion, then gave a sheepish grin and lowered his hand.

“Easy there, kid. It’s fate. This way.”

“Sorry, old man, but there’s no way I’m letting you that close. I’m a delicate little mage—if a warrior like you gets in range, I could drop dead on the spot.”

Orson’s eyes sparkled cold. Much safer to keep this walking calamity leading from ahead.

“Pathetic. Heroes should be broad of chest and bold of spirit. Don’t make me look down on you.”

The chieftain scolded with a frown.

Orson didn’t care. He urged him to quit talking and get moving.

Ever since he knocked over the Golden Divine Pillar and pissed off both the Celestial Kingdom and the Infernal Demon Realm, he had to be hyper-cautious.

He was already a pawn on the BlazeKing chessboard—he could handle this old ancestor.

What he feared was some god-tier trickster using divine artifacts to disguise themselves and strike.

So long as the Infinite Dimensions system still ran, every move he made could be under the gods’ watch.

They stepped into the dark. Orson’s eyes narrowed as he glanced at his minimap.

Just like Iron Wolf had warned—this place scrambled positioning. The minimap went dead. Only the holographic map on his wrist still worked.

The Warchief Madhorse kept walking, voice echoing down the tunnel.

“Back in the day, Radiant Shuttle stood unmatched.”

“They ruled the world, killed gods, destroyed demons.”

He seemed to be trying to stir old memories by telling stories.

Every now and then he’d glance back, and Orson just shook his head—he didn’t know these tales.

“They were savages, but at least they knew tactics. Kaelar couldn’t hold a candle to the second captain, the general BlazeKing.”

Orson forced a smile, too embarrassed to admit that as the current captain, he knew painfully little about Radiant Shuttle’s history.

The chieftain’s steps slowed, shadows deepening the lines on his face. He looked heartbroken.

As they moved deeper, he shared countless stories of the old Era of Immortals. Orson learned then what sort of monsters had once crewed Radiant Shuttle.

Their souls had been sucked into that realm after death. Though from many different eras, under the dragon ancestor’s lead they’d forged a terrifying force.

They scoured the entire Immortal Domain for rare treasures, planting their flag on almost every corner of that world.

The World Trees in Infinite Dimensions? Back in the US, there had been eight planted by them. A single branch could upgrade gear quality or boost stat caps.

They commanded mighty dragon clans—five-clawed golden dragons, Death God Dragons, ocean-borne azure dragons—thousands of dragon battle generals under their banner.

Most of it, of course, had been plundered.

They didn’t even treat other Immortal Domains as people.

“So arrogant. So utterly domineering,” Orson thought, awed.

But even such a juggernaut eventually fractured.

The gods had tempted them with promises of immortality, luring their emperor to ascend in broad daylight.

The troops couldn’t resist that bait, and Radiant Shuttle split apart.

BlazeKing rallied a fierce remnant to strike back at the gods, but in the end he still fell.

Beep beep beep…

As they spoke, Orson’s wrist device chimed. Up ahead, a massive lion-faced gate emerged from the gloom.

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