Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

As soon as he finished speaking, he rode his newly evolved Golden Dragon King Quarla, “escorting” Orson directly toward the coalition fleet.

“Three dragon kings… one of them level forty-five, the other, a God-tier creature whose attributes we can’t even see!”

“My God… that’s a divine phoenix! A legendary Infinite Dimensions creature… actually taking orders from them!”

The commander of the coalition fleet, Alaska Wolverine, went pale. Sweat beaded on his forehead. In that instant, he was no fierce wolverine—more like a trembling little husky.

Davis’s expression was twisted with malice. His voice dripped with cold calculation.

“Don’t engage them directly. We’re under the protection of a forbidden-curse barrier. Pull back!”

“Yes, unless they want total war and extinction, they won’t dare actually attack us!”

But no matter how they tried to steel themselves, the sight of three massive dragon kings and a divine phoenix bearing down on them made the coalition’s hearts tremble. Engines roared at maximum throttle, ships began frantically reversing course.

“Good. Very good. The next generation’s got guts!”

Someone whispered in awe. Even their retreat looked majestic.

“My brothers seem to be treating you poorly,” Orson called out cheerfully, standing atop Aeloria’s head. His smile looked warm… too warm.

“So I, Orgod, decided to greet you myself. Why flee?”

He opened his arms wide, eyes gleaming with a wild spark.

“After all, I’m accused of murder. I’m ready to cooperate with any investigation, to stand trial in any proper court. So why won’t you let me land on your precious carriers?”

His smile gradually twisted, becoming almost playful, as he directed Aeloria to circle low—making it look like she might drop right onto a carrier deck at any moment.

“What do we do? I don’t want to die here!”

“That cocky bastard’s just bullying us. No way he actually dares attack!”

“I… personally think digging mines would be safer for my oniichan…”

All across the multinational adventurers, faces went pale. Those four figures standing atop their beasts radiated a terrifying aura that made breathing hard.

“That damned lunatic! How dare he try to force our hand like this?”

Davis’s eyes widened as he realized exactly what Orson was trying to do.

“No! Commander—he’s baiting you! The US will only fight if provoked, and he’s deliberately setting it up so he has a righteous excuse to retaliate!”

“Look ahead—that sea, right there, that’s US territorial waters. My home’s just a few hundred kilometers from there.”

Orson’s playful grin disappeared. His face turned ice cold.

“So long as I live, so does my home!”

“Kill him! Start the world war now—bring an end to this Godslayer menace once and for all!”

Alaska Wolverine’s rage boiled over, eyes blood-red.

He knew as long as this man existed, sooner or later, the whole world would kneel.

No matter the cost, Orgod had to be eliminated.

As the overall fleet commander, all ships were bound to his command.

His words had barely left his lips before missile hatches slid open across decks.

Above, nearly a hundred warplanes ripped through the clouds, sonic booms cascading one after another.

Countless missiles armed with high-yield warheads locked onto Orson.

“This operation was only meant to pressure the US government… this fool actually triggered an all-out war!”

Davis’s face twisted in fury. Their original plan was simple: summon a pseudo-god sea beast, have it maul the US forces a bit, then rely on massive political and media pressure—fueled by bribed insiders—to force the US to hand Orgod over.

But they hadn’t accounted for Orgod himself.

He had appeared—summoned by their own divine artifact, no less.

And instead of cringing before an extinction-level military show of force, he stood unflinching, even pushing back—baiting them into catastrophic decisions.

They had no advantage in timing, terrain, or morale.

Challenging the absolute pinnacle of Infinite Dimensions? It was suicide.

Orson gazed calmly at the swarm of incoming missiles.

He didn’t dodge.

In fact, he flew straight toward them.

Under countless stunned eyes, he casually lifted his single arm, fingers spread.

Snap!

The missiles collided with his hand and exploded.

Shield Block -4000!

Shield Block -3400!

…

Crit -25!

Damage numbers blinked in rapid succession before finally ticking onto his actual health bar.

Yet Orson didn’t even flinch.

Worse, since the coalition had initiated the attack, their forbidden-curse protection instantly dissipated.

The coalition’s adventurers, who had still harbored some dim hope of winning, saw those tiny damage values—and their hearts went completely cold.

“Ha! I’ve always wanted to try that. Still, Orson’s got the best cigarette-squash technique around.”

Bradley cracked up.

“My apologies, but they attacked first,” Orson shrugged.

“Marcus—self-defense plus counterattack, perfectly legitimate, right?”

He waggled his fingers, showing a tiny scratch on his skin.

Marcus, normally a rigid soldier, couldn’t help gaping.

“That man… caught a missile barehanded?”

He didn’t know what to say.

Sure, he feared escalation. No one wanted a global war.

But Orson was right—they had attacked first, invaded their waters.

What was there left to fear?

Marcus hesitated for only a moment before roaring,

“…Full counterattack!”

“That’s more like it!”

Orson threw his head back and laughed, voice booming across the waves.

“Non-enchanted missiles—barely even a tickle.”

Madman eyed the incoming barrage with disdain.

“Quarla. Show them.”

The great dragon unleashed a mighty roar.

“Dragon Curse: Golden Bastion!”

A radiant gold dome enveloped them. Explosions rang out as missiles struck—only to harmlessly detonate without leaving so much as a scorch mark.

Velorith snorted.

“Pathetic constructs. Insects. How dare you challenge the king of the skies?”

Then lightning split the heavens. Bradley and Velorith transformed into a streak of electric death, crashing into a destroyer with explosive force.

A titanic hole—twenty meters wide—punched straight through its hull.

Water poured in. Sailors screamed, abandoning ship, switching to Infinite Dimensions gear as they hurled themselves overboard.

More explosions followed. A fireball blossomed atop a nuclear carrier, black smoke rising like a funeral pyre.

Ignis, meanwhile, simply treated it as “daily self-destruction practice.”

Hellish flame rained down, melting decks, incinerating jets.

Humanity’s mighty mechanical titans looked laughably fragile now.

Sienna’s expression was ice-cold. She knew exactly what it meant to finish the job.

The Celestial Fortress shimmered—space jumped—and thirty-three massive guns locked onto multiple ships.

“Retreat!!”

Davis screamed, a curtain of light flaring behind him as a flood of adventurers began desperately teleporting away.

“In such a hurry? Bring me too.”

Orson’s lips curved into a grin. The God-Emperor Earrings glowed, his hand tightening around the Supreme Arcane Blade as he followed them into the light.

“All adventurers, focus fire! Treat him like a Godboss!”

Davis’s shrieking orders rang out.

Teleport light flared.

Orson’s expression remained utterly calm.

He’d long since predicted this exact scenario.

“Heavenly Spirit… Final Soul Seal.”

The next instant, his smile widened. His eyes blazed like twin suns, his body radiating a light that shot all the way to the heavens.

His lone arm lifted, palm closing into a fist.

“Become the Vastness Itself!”