Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

The Chaos Magic Balls exploded one after another wherever they landed, forming brilliant firework-like bursts in the air.

“One regular crit can deal almost 300,000 damage? My God! What are you even doing?”

“Davis, I’ll fing—f you! Why are you running?!”

In just a few seconds, over a hundred MN District players were obliterated, scattering around like headless flies, unable to put up any resistance. The absurdly high damage numbers sent chills down the spines of the surrounding players. Some even thought this guy was joking.

Many knight-class players scoffed, thinking their Soul Seals made them invulnerable, with thick health bars and defenses. But no matter how thick their defenses were, there was no way they could tank crits over 200,000 damage, right?

“Davis, stop running! We, the nine players on the Leaderboards, are mostly melee classes. Don’t let him have any space to output!”

A strong MN District player wearing black-gold mecha charged forward. The mecha was extremely mobile, and he swung a massive blue enchanted sword, slicing the incoming Chaos Magic Ball in half.

“You!”

The players following behind the mecha user froze for a moment, then were immediately shredded by the Dragon Curse-enhanced Chaos Magic Ball, scattering into pieces. This was a blatant betrayal of teammates, but the mecha user remained cold and unflinching.

“Focus up. His range is long, and his regular attacks have an enormous damage radius, but it’s not without weaknesses. His projectile speed is slow,” he said, his voice a calm command.

The MN District players were taken aback, as if they had found their leader. They turned their gaze toward him with trust.

“Obsidian Shield.”

The mecha user’s voice rang out, and a black-gold aura formed around his mecha. His massive blue sword radiated with power, resembling a starship warrior descending onto the battlefield. Experience new stories on My Virtual Library Empire

Obsidian Shield, an A-tier skill, dramatically increased both his defense and attack power, while also offering some magic damage reduction.

“S-Class Obsidian Warrior, Rowan! Leaderboards Rank 17!”

“MN District’s mecha warriors rarely have matching Soul Seals. If not for the Lord-Class Human Soul Seal weighing him down, his rank would at least be in the top ten!”

The players around stared in shock. The MN District was just as rich as the US District when it came to resources.

“Hmm? This MN District player has some power,” Orson muttered, raising an eyebrow. But he quickly shook his head. Mecha warriors were few and far between in the past. In the hardcore mode, they were practically nonexistent. Not only were there very few Soul Seals that could complement them, but upgrading mechas was also incredibly difficult—money alone couldn’t get them to the highest level.

Furthermore, there were demons specifically designed to counter armor in the game, which made human armored units ineffective against them.

Orson’s expression darkened as he locked his focus on Rowan, who was charging toward him from a thousand meters away. He then concentrated all his firepower on Rowan.

Over ten Chaos Magic Balls rocketed toward Rowan like a shower of shooting stars.

Rowan roared, swinging his massive blue sword. The Obsidian Mecha exploded with a deafening rumble, unleashing a massive magical steam burst.

Breakthrough!

Breakthrough!

-3000!

Burn Immunity!

“Davis, where are you going? I’ve got Rowan with me! We’ll surround you from three sides. No matter how strong your magic output is, melee combat will be our territory!” the berserk player shouted.

Hell Knight Davis, hearing this, nearly spat blood in frustration.

“He’s not even trying! This bastard is testing your abilities!” Davis snapped.

“Coward!” he shouted as metal arms extended from his shoulders, grabbing several players and throwing them into the oncoming Chaos Magic Balls. He used their bodies as stepping stones, charging through to get closer to Orson.

Naoko: “Need any help? Even if I don’t want the seat, I’ll still help you out.”

“Take care of yourself, and don’t get sneak attacked,” Orson snapped back, pushing Ishinaka and the others away. Around Naoko’s Floating Corpse Island, only the weaklings remained.

“Take a crit from me. Those who survive, stay,” Orson called out as he stood his ground, the Crimson Lizard King standing motionless by his side.

Rowan and the others looked grim as they exchanged private messages, discussing strategies.

Clearly, they faced a major problem: to get close to Orgod, they had to go through the Crimson Lizard King.

It was impossible to kill the dragon directly, so their only hope was to sneak up on Orgod during the chaos.

As they looked at this terrifying creature, which was even stronger than Usher’s dark dragon, they were shocked to realize that the dragon was actually called “Transport”?

“Without this dragon, you wouldn’t last five seconds against me,” the berserk player laughed disdainfully.

“Taunt? You want me to recall my beast? Can you be any more naïve?” Orson chuckled.

His voice trailed off as he gave the order: “Finish it.”

The Crimson Lizard King, with blood-red eyes, flapped its wings and soared into the air. It then came crashing down with a massive foot, aiming straight for the berserk player.

The berserk player’s eyes widened in horror as he realized that this dragon, with its exaggerated size, was far faster than he had anticipated.

The ground shook as the enormous foot, spanning thousands of yards, slammed down, completely covering the berserk player’s space to dodge.

“Mechanical Immortality!” the berserk player shouted as his four metallic arms erupted with light, forming a circular shield around himself.

Invincible!

Miss!

The Crimson Lizard King stomped on the berserk player, sending him deep into the ground, but no damage was dealt.

“Invincible skill?” Orson frowned. Few people dared to mix it up here, and each one had at least one life-saving trick.

The berserk player, surrounded by mechanical arms, continued to rant and curse, but it seemed he had lost the ability to move.

This scene made Orson feel as if the berserk player was just like a tool locked away in a warehouse.

Hmm, right color, right attitude!

“Perfect timing!”

Rowan, who had been hiding behind Orson, saw his chance and grinned. His Obsidian Mecha released magical steam as he leapt into the air, swinging his giant sword overhead. With great force, he came crashing down, delivering a full-powered strike!

Usher: “What is he doing? Is he asking to die?”

TitanBreaker: “He’s overestimating himself! The Obsidian Mecha’s attack power is extremely high when in active mode, but there’s no way a mage can withstand this kind of output!”

A sky-splitting blue sword beam was unleashed, and the ground split open, creating a massive chasm.

“Steam Charge Slash!”

Crit Rate Doubled!

Crit Damage Doubled!

Whoosh!

The sword beam sliced down directly toward Orson’s head!

Fiery Demon Surge!

Water Demon Shield! 50% Crit Rate Reduction!

-1000

The damage numbers flickered up.

Magic ripples surrounded Orson, and the smiles on Rowan and the berserk player’s faces froze in an instant.

This mage…

An S-class Obsidian warrior from MN District, a Leaderboards powerhouse, landed a full-force strike… and only managed to deal 1,000 damage to Orgod?

Normally, a mage would lose a significant portion of their health even with the best gear. Yet, Orson’s health bar barely budged.

It was nearly impossible to see with the naked eye!

“Holy shit…”

“You love tying yourself up in knots, don’t you? Alright, I’ll indulge you.” Orson smiled, his tone full of amusement.

With that, the Crimson Lizard King grabbed the berserk player, still invincible, and its blood-red eyes sparkled with cunning.