Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Chapter 297: 297: Everyone is a Cunning Old Fox

As Naoko finished her wish, the twelve Titan statues collapsed with a deafening crash. The bronze rotating platform cracked and turned to dust, scattering across the ground.

"Hah... Hahahahaha!"

A wild, maniacal laugh echoed through the air, and the Vilitian eye on the dark dome snapped shut.

The Titan Wish Pool, glowing with a mystical light, began to rise. The entire dark space seemed to crack and disintegrate.

An enormous figure, like the ancestor of Vilitian, vanished eerily. The Wish Pool, resembling an ancient bronze cauldron, charged straight into the sky, shattering the dome above it, and flew outward.

Naoko furrowed her brows, sensing that something was amiss, but just like the others, she couldn't focus on it.

The focus was on the pile of treasures that could change the fate of an entire guild—Orson's loot!

"Those stars... If I'm not mistaken, Soul Seals! So many Soul Seals! This can't be real, right?"

Jungle Maniac, shirtless and holding an orc bone, looked like a primitive wildman, his eyes glued to the dazzling array of stars.

Pokpung felt his scalp tingle, exclaiming, "I have to admit, he truly is the number one player in Infinite Dimensions—at least, he was until just a few minutes ago."

"God... hiding." Usher managed to spit out two words, his pale face showing disbelief.

He was destined to be the king of Infinite Dimensions. His arrogance had never allowed him to take others seriously. Even Kalrien and the Kanting brothers were nothing special in his eyes.

But a player named Orgod had made him feel a sense of fear and awe like never before.

"Even if he lost all of this, I must make sure he never rises again!" Usher swore quietly, mentally marking Orgod as his number one enemy.

"If he gets a bit lucky... everything we've done will look like a joke in his eyes."

Snow Dream smiled, her expression complex. Others had spared no expense and effort to obtain just one perfect Soul Seal, yet here, there were more than nine hundred of them. Even the worst ones were Lord-Class Soul Seals with special effects.

And those few Divine Soul Seals were so valuable that players from around the world would wage both online and offline battles, risking their lives for them.

These items were worth so much that even though they were just part of a game, some people would risk everything, even their lives, to get rich overnight.

"I don't want Soul Seals... or the perfect sets. I just want those mirrors."

Naoko's heart raced as she thought of those mirrors.

-1

Critical hit -2

This madwoman slapped herself hard, forcing her mind back on track to stop obsessing over the Soul Seals.

"Dungeon complete."

"Binding release in 10 seconds."

"9!"

"8!"

...

The dark space above tore apart as control over the area returned to the players.

"I don't care what you all are fighting for, but anyone who tries to take my Soul Seals will die!" Jungle Maniac bellowed, his eyes burning with fury. He had already begun to plan murder.

"You can try," Davis coldly replied, tightening his grip on his electric spear. Anyone here was a formidable opponent in real life, and none of them were pushovers.

Kalrien called down more thunder, creating a storm of lightning within a fifty-meter radius, relentlessly striking Jungle Maniac.

Critical hit -16,000!

Damage Heal +8,000!

Critical hit -15,000!

Damage Heal +7,500!

...

Despite his intelligence issues, Jungle Maniac was an S-rank Dragon Beast Warrior. Not only did he have immense health, but he also gained half his health back every time he was critically hit.

"You..."

Kalrien's expression changed as Jungle Maniac suddenly grinned slyly, dropping the reckless warrior act. He feinted an attack, but in truth, he reached for the Soul Seals.

At the same time, his massive lord beast, the Wild Emperor Crocodile, charged at Kalrien.

"Usher."

As Kalrien became entangled with the beast, Jungle Maniac moved closer to the Soul Seals.

Davis frowned, realizing the danger. He exchanged a quick look with Usher. They were both experienced enough to understand what needed to be done.

The battle wasn't about gear or defeating opponents—it was all about the Soul Seals. There was no way they would let an SA wildman take them!

Usher sneered, "Get lost, savage. You're not worthy of these."

In an instant, dozens of demonic arrows shot out, forcing Jungle Maniac back with their ghostly wail.

"Heh... I'll help you out. Soul Seals are for all of us."

Poison King Sinternan sneered, his intentions clear.

"Kalrien, take care of these US players and Davis. We'll fight afterward!" Poison King suggested.

"Understood!" Kalrien nodded.

"Good! I've always disliked these guys. What's so special about riding a high-ranking dragon?!" Pokpung and Jungle Maniac quickly agreed.

The two sides quickly formed into opposing factions, with unimaginable skills and beasts appearing from every corner.

Frightening abilities exploded in mid-air, and the shockwaves from each attack were enough to wipe out most players in an instant.

"I hope my choice isn't wrong."

Naoko took a deep breath. As the chaos erupted, she released Yamata no Orochi to feign involvement in the battle, while Black Soulfamiliar carried her to the rear of the treasures.

"Watch Naoko's movements!" Snow Dream said, her voice serious.

Surrounded by holy light, Snow Dream wore a golden crown resembling olive branches and had eight holy wings sprouting from her back. Her staff had transformed into the Sword of Holy Light.

Possessed by the Archangel,Seraphina, Snow Dream now had a staggering 70 million health and gazed down at Naoko as if she were a divine being.

"Damn... why is this bitch always watching me? Did I offend her?"

Naoko's face dark

ened, muttering to herself, "Seems I did... but no, love is never a crime."