Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Chapter 648 - 648: 648 You Don’t Belong to the Present, You Belong to the Future



Guild chat lit up in furious uproar.

Texas Musk: “Goddammit, who the hell do these bastards think they are? Didn’t we smash them hard enough last time?”

Heartbroken Loli: “Wow, takes a special kind of idiot to still be this cocky. Meanwhile, the NUK government’s out there bragging about their unbeatable adventurers.”

Madman: “Shut it. Channel’s on mute for a bit.”

All of Godslayer seethed.

They’d thought after the last brutal lesson in Infinite Dimensions that these dogs would at least stay quiet for a few months.

Who’d have guessed that right after the naval showdown on US waters, the traitors were back for more?

By now, after time spent working closely with the Ten Overlords of the US, every guild member understood well: that so-called Abyss was no joke.

But for sixteen regions to declare war all at once? The shock quickly turned to pure rage.

Twelve hours from now, the apocalypse was about to land on their heads. And these other regions thought it was the perfect moment to kick the US while it was down.

What kind of braindead move was that?

Orson was silent for a long while. Whether in his previous life or this one, human nature hadn’t changed.

Only when the knife was slicing their throats and blood was pouring out would these people wake up.

And by then, it would be far too late.

“They think if they rally all the world’s power to cut out this threat—that is, you—they’ll naturally be the ones left to rule everything.”

Sienna’s voice was calm, her eyes oddly serene.

“As for the UJ region, don’t worry so much. Naoko will handle it. Besides, your followers there won’t just stand by and watch.”

Orson nodded slightly.

The UJ region was a bit of a different case. Their adventurers had been thoroughly terrified by Orson already—none of them actually wanted to fight the US.

But the regular people couldn’t accept it. They couldn’t wrap their heads around a world where power so far beyond normal could crush them like bugs.

History had proven it. In times of chaos, the UJ masses always turned to worship their “emperors” with fanatic zeal.

Even if their government and military didn’t want war, public pressure would shove them forward anyway.

Blank said flatly,

“Good thing, aside from the US, the strongest region’s stayed quiet.”

The NR region.

Globally recognized as one of the absolute top regions for adventurers.

Recent intel showed that in just three days of open war, they’d already conquered the weaker North and Central Africa regions. It was only a matter of time before they took the whole continent.

Social feeds everywhere were packed with highlight reels of the Sword Soul Guild.

Especially the Kanting brothers and their four-man crew—so strong they seemed like King-tier NPCs descended to earth. Wherever they went, people fell to their knees as if witnessing gods walking among them.

Meanwhile, the South Europe region, despite having over a hundred million adventurers and theoretically comparable power to Australia or UJ, immediately chose to surrender.

Jokes were everywhere about how the “Gaulish chickens” had inherited their ancestors’ proudest tradition: no one bowed and scraped quite as quickly and elegantly as they did.

[WORLD ANNOUNCEMENT: NR region and South Europe region declare war on the Australia region.]

[WORLD ANNOUNCEMENT…]

Orson, Sienna, and Blank all stared at the system feed, bewildered.

“…what the hell kind of move is that?”

Just then a golden world broadcast rolled across the sky.

Kalrien (NR region): “We need an adventurer base. So I will take it.”

A deep, resonant male voice echoed directly in every adventurer’s mind.

“Holy shit, the balls on this guy. I love it!”

“Enemy of our enemy’s our friend. A thousand upvotes for Sword Soul Guild!”

For the normally low-key twin stars of NR to speak up was hair-raising—and it was glorious.

Madman sent a private message.

“So… guess Kalrien’s actually helping us?”

Orson’s eyes glimmered darkly.

“No. He’s helping himself. I think he understands exactly what kind of monsters the Heaven Demons are.”

Australia was isolated by ocean, packed with Infinite Dimensions resources second only to UJ. It was an absolutely prime strategic location.

His little tour through the Abyss had changed Orson’s view on so many things.

Those ancient Egyptian gods who’d died by Radiant Shuttle hands—proof that the old myths from Earth’s civilizations probably weren’t just fairy tales.

If BlazeKing could weave a thousand-year scheme to reach across time and help Orson ascend to this level…

Who could say other countries didn’t have their own epic legends?

And besides, in his previous life, Sword Soul Guild had shown true steel.

Even when most top-tier adventurers from other regions huddled up to survive, Sword Soul still fought the Heaven Demons on the front lines.

“At last. Someone to dance with me.”

Orson grinned, eyes sparkling.

Sienna said,

“The war permissions require votes from the ten strongest guilds in the region. Dragon’s Kiss Guild holds four of those seats, but I’m pretty sure they’ll back your call.”

A system ping sounded.

[The position of guild master will be transferred to you. Do you accept?]

Orson flicked Sienna’s forehead. She pouted,

“Again with the flicking! You’ll make me dumber, you know!”

“Silly girl. You’re the guild master—and the head of the Godslayer alliance. Of course I support you completely.”

“Sure, but…” Sienna started to say.

Her phone rang, cutting her off.

Orson glanced at the caller ID—an unknown number.

He chuckled.

“Can’t resist finally giving me a call, huh.”

Encrypted calls in the fused world were almost quaint by now. No need to guess who it was.

“Orson.”

“Yeah, it’s me. K.D. So how’s it feel to be young again in this fused world? Little less white in the hair?”

“Heh, as if I was desperate to live longer.”

K.D. let out a dry laugh. Then he continued, his tone tinged with excitement.

“The coalition fleet lost over seventy thousand. God knows how many more are MIA.”

“They brought it on themselves. Play stupid games, win stupid prizes.”

Orson’s voice was utterly unconcerned.

“But… there is good news. Brother Marcus just got promoted. He’s now overseeing Nightshade’s full ship retrofit program.”

Orson’s brows shot up.

Perfect. Wiping out the coalition fleet hadn’t brought any war crimes charges—it had actually led to promotions and medals. The US leadership’s attitude couldn’t be clearer.

K.D. took a deep breath, voice shaking with excitement.

“We’re ready. Ten Overlord clans, thirty-seven guilds, four hundred ten thousand elite adventurers, and three million trial soldiers standing by to deploy. Just give the order, US001.”

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The Ten Overlords had built up such a terrifying force right under the world’s nose.

“Hot damn.”

His eyes gleamed. They were just begging him to roll up his sleeves and start swinging again.

With nearly half the planet’s regions baring their fangs at the US, how could the living legend of Infinite Dimensions not rise to meet them?

“No. You’re not ready.”

But he quickly sobered.

He calmly replied,

“You don’t belong to this moment. You belong to the future.”

K.D. bristled.

“The hell does that mean? You looking down on us now?”

“You misunderstand. I don’t mean it like that. I mean it literally—you belong to the future.”

Orson’s voice was steady.

The fused world had come early because of him. Everything was happening too fast.

And while US warriors had never shied from sacrifice, dying cheap, dying meaningless, was just a waste in Orson’s eyes.

“So what exactly are you planning?” K.D. sounded frustrated, struggling to rein in his temper. He wasn’t one for motivational speeches—felt almost insulted by this young punk.

“In twelve hours, we’ll fight the entire world.”

“This moment, this glory—it belongs to Godslayer. So forgive me for being selfish.”

Orson’s words rang like hammer strikes.

On the other end of the line, K.D. was left speechless, mouth opening and closing.

“Fight… the whole world. In twelve hours?”

Orson hung up.

Then he pulled out a global shout scroll.

A golden dragon roared into the sky, its voice and text booming across the planet.

Orgod (US Region):

“WE—ARE—COMING!”


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