Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Ding ding ding…

A storm of arrows rained down from behind, a desperate attempt to drive back the Golden Dragon Knight squad.

“Ow! That tickles…”

Iron Cavalry snorted with disdain. Golden Dragons were famed for their nearly impenetrable defense. Unless a shot hit for more than ten thousand, even elite archers couldn’t pierce their scales.

He led his riders through the enemy’s crumbling backlines, laying waste to all in their path. A few stubborn NUK adventurers mounted their beasts and tried taking to the skies—but they were quickly blown apart by devastating golden magic, never posing any real threat.

“The barrier’s down—RUN!”

“Stand your ground! This is a battlefield! Desertion means execution!”

NUK’s military police screamed, even firing on their own in a futile attempt to enforce order.

“What, stay here and die? Screw that! I’m not dying for some corporate shareholders!”

“Anyone who still wants to fight the US can go ahead. I’m a normal guy—this has nothing to do with me!”

But the MPs quickly realized the truth: their bullets couldn’t even scratch adventurers.

Expecting unenhanced troops to restrain superhuman beings? That was pure delusion.

Without priest support, NUK’s melee adventurers went all-in, pouring every ounce of power into killing the Godslayer mechs. And when one finally fell—

—it stood right back up.

“They’re devils… monsters…”

“Why aren’t they afraid of death?! Why?!”

NUK melee players trembled, their bodies refusing to obey. None of them celebrated. No one cheered. Because the supposed “kill” didn’t matter.

The Godslayer warrior climbed out of the smoking mech, expression as icy as ever. Even near death, he dragged ten enemies down with him before embracing his own end with eerie calm.

That moment hit harder than dragons or divine beasts ever could.

These weren’t players. These were men and women who fought with the knowledge that death here meant true death. Soul erasure.

And yet, they charged forward without hesitation.

It was like the very concept of death didn’t exist in the minds of US adventurers.

How was that possible?

No one could understand it. The fear of the unknown crept into every NUK heart. It consumed them.

Then it shattered them.

They dropped their weapons and fled in all directions like a tide receding from shore, a mass retreat from P-City.

Guild Chat:

“Damn NUK players are cowards. They keep jabbing my hemorrhoid with spears—don’t they know that’s my weak point?!”

“I’m garbage. Only managed to kill 400 NUK dogs. Barely broke 10k merit points. Why do they keep focusing me just ’cause I’m good-looking?!”

…

Even in death, Godslayer members returned to their home fortress whining and griping.

“You’ve all done well.”

Sienna smiled, emerging from an underground tunnel beneath P-City. Blank stood silently beside her, flanked by five nuclear tech specialists.

In their hands was a metallic sphere nearly two meters in diameter.

It was thanks to this device that the connection between NUK’s nukes and their control systems had been severed—averting a global catastrophe.

World Tree of Reincarnation: Lifespan -1.

World Tree: Lifespan -1.

…

In the NUK warzone, over a thousand Godslayer souls were drawn upward, pulled toward the Celestial Fortress by an unseen force.

On the main battlefield, more than 200,000 NUK adventurers fell—never to rise again.

Against this elite, deathless army equipped with top-tier gear and divine beasts, NUK’s lines collapsed entirely. Their retreat became a rout.

And similar scenes played out across every major NUK city at the same time.

“Surrender or die,” Bradley growled.

Battle Space opened.

The Lightning Dragon King, Velorith, emerged—her body crackling with electricity. Any beast or adventurer that approached her turned to smoldering ash in seconds.

“Another dragon king?! How is this fair?!”

“Two dragon kings… a god-tier phoenix… we’re dead… we’re so dead…”

Velorith’s rampage broke what little morale remained. Flanked on all sides, the NUK adventurers scattered like panicked animals.

“Forget the rest—his beast is about to fall! KILL ORGOD! I WANT HIM DEAD!”

Kim Yong-jae screamed like a wounded beast, his madness uncontained.

Aeloria was barely clinging to life, covered in dozens of debuffs. Her health had dropped below 80 million. ThischapterwasuploadedbytheteamatM|VLEMPYR.

One more push, and she’d fall.

Then Orgod—her master—would be next.

Another barrage began to charge. NUK’s final attempt to seal the fate of their enemy.

“I’m waiting for my cooldowns. What are you waiting for?”

Orson’s voice cut through the battlefield like a blade. Calm. Unshakable.

The entire NUK army froze.

Death Dragon Form.

Aeloria roared. The sound echoed across the skies.

Her health bar surged—first to full, then beyond. An aura of death magic erupted around her, pulsing with dark majesty.

NUK players stood in stunned silence. Weapons dropped from limp fingers.

It was over.

That was the final straw.

No one obeyed Kim Yong-jae anymore. They summoned their mounts and fled like animals, desperate to escape the slaughter.

“You cowards! You’re betraying NUK! Treason!”

Kim Yong-jae roared, eyes bulging in rage.

No one answered.

Even his loyalist officers said nothing. Quietly, they clustered together and used their comrades as shields to cover their retreat.

Kim Yong-jae stood alone, wild-eyed and broken.

“Traitors… you’re all NUK traitors!”

“They just don’t want to die for corporate profits.”

A voice like a whisper of death answered him.

Kim Yong-jae turned in shock to see a woman materialize in front of him.

“You… what are you?” he hissed.

Blank didn’t speak. She flickered once—then stabbed.

The blade pierced his chest without hesitation.

Lethal Strike.

Kim Yong-jae collapsed to his knees, blood flowing freely.

“You… who are you…?”

Blank’s face was calm as frost.

“I’m the one who killed your daughter. This is justice. You’ll meet her in the next world.”

“Efficient. Ruthless. I approve.”

Orson passed overhead atop Aeloria, nodding in approval.

Whether it was Blank or Bradley, his comrades had grown stronger—capable of standing alone.

Even if he called himself the god of mortals, a guardian on the path to divinity, nothing made him prouder than seeing his people reach that divine stage themselves.

“The royal city barrier’s down! The king’s been killed by an NPC Dragon Knight!”

“All three royal guards were defeated by a US NPC War Saint—they’re dead!”

Kimchi Blade and his team, mid-escape, received the news.

Hana Snow turned pale. “The king was quasi-God-tier… what are we even running toward?”

“There’s nowhere left to go,” muttered the team’s rogue.

“You’re running? Really?”

Wild Gale’s mocking voice drifted in, smooth as silk.

“My angel form’s almost ready. Why not stay and finish what you started?”

He didn’t just have six wings. He had space magic. He moved like a blur, impossible to track.

“That damn flying freak!”

Kimchi Blade cursed. Once world champions, now being hunted by a b-rank freak—it was humiliating.

But if they stayed and fought, even if they won… what would it mean to stand over a man they once mocked?

That was a humiliation far worse.

“The dragon nest is close! Hand over our loot—maybe he’ll spare us!”

Kimchi Blade made a snap decision. He dismissed his beast and climbed onto a draconic mount. His squad followed.

Suddenly—

“Hmm? I think I just heard an old friend’s voice,” said a smooth, amused tone.

A ripple of light flashed behind them.

A man stepped out.

It was him.

“Orgod! Orgod’s here!” Hana Snow shrieked, terror overtaking her fury.

Just moments ago she wanted to challenge him. Now she would give anything just to survive.

“Been a while,” Kimchi Blade said stiffly, forcing a smile. “You don’t look like you’ve aged a day.”

“It has been a few years. Thanks for pissing off my friend—he doesn’t usually bother with nobodies,” Orson said with a grin.

“I-I just don’t like dungeon grinding, that’s all. Not really a ‘recluse sage’ or anything…”

Wild Gale cleared his throat, visibly annoyed.

He had never felt worthy of Misius’s Soul Seal, but Kimchi Blade was strong. Accepting it had felt like a burden he could never repay.

“I just happened to pass over your battlefield. Looks like the three big corps are finished,” Kimchi Blade said with a bow.

“Welcome, God of the Peninsula.”

He didn’t mention the fight with Wild Gale. Not a word.

Orson smiled. For a guy who looked rough around the edges, Kimchi Blade was sharp—very sharp.

“God of the Peninsula? Nah, too dramatic,” Orson chuckled. “But… I do recall a secret realm nearby. Only accessible by Windflame Dragons, right?”

Kimchi Blade’s face went stiff.

Even the Dragon Knight in their party nearly dropped his jaw.

He knew?

Orson’s smile deepened.

“So… how about you take me with you?”

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