Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Chapter 173 173: The War Reporters Are Here!

The little figure darted back and forth, displaying a short-range teleportation ability.

In moments, the treasure left in the ruins below had been swept clean by Berenice, who was far faster at looting than Orson could ever hope to be.

"Report, servant! I've found a treasure vault—big, shiny, and full of loot!" Berenice chirped excitedly.

"What are you standing around for? Move it!" Orson snapped, his heart racing as he noticed what Berenice had uncovered.

Among the ruins of the Holy Light Order's stronghold lay an underground vault. Magical energy swirled around its entrance, protected by a powerful barrier.

But for Berenice, this was no obstacle. Streams of light flashed back and forth as the little thief hauled treasure chests out of the vault like a conveyor belt.

"You are plundering the Holy Light Order's vault."

"WTF! I knew these guys were loaded! This is practically a miniature dragon hoard!" Orson's eyes sparkled green with greed.

The wealth of the Radiant Church was legendary, and as one of its core institutions, the Holy Light Order was no exception.

"There's too much! I can't carry it all—I'm so happy!" Berenice giggled, hopping around the ruins with delight.

"Am I seeing things? Is that an egg... talking? And is it robbing an NPC vault?"

"That's Orgod's dragon egg! This is insane—he's robbing an imperial NPC organization!"

The flying mounts hovering nearby were filled with disbelief and envy, their riders gawking at the scene below.

"You have obtained: Silver Chest x5!"

"You have obtained: Gold Chest x5!"

"You have obtained: 50,000 Gold Coins!"

In addition to the dozen treasure chests crammed into his inventory, Orson's haul included three legendary items, nine epic items, and twelve skill books—all of which put grinding mobs to shame.

"You are being watched by [Saint Light Dragon Knight Aetrexa]."

The sudden notification sent a chill down Orson's spine. A suffocating pressure locked onto him, making his hair stand on end.

Aetrexa. One of the top ten dragon knights in Infinite Dimensions.

Orson felt a shiver run through him. This was no ordinary NPC. Aetrexa was renowned not only for her incredible strength but also for her unwavering loyalty to the trialists' cause during the apocalyptic war.

He had seen her once before at the ruins of Baiguo City. Mounted on a high-ranking holy dragon rivaling the power of the Radiant Dragon King, she had led a group of trialists to the frontlines.

Saint Maiden City's teleportation points were swamped with players. Thousands poured out, flocking to the Withered Forest like pilgrims on a holy mission.

The forest itself was packed with people. On a nearby dead tree, Orson spotted over twenty "war reporters" perched like monkeys, their eyes glued to him as they activated recording modes in unison.

Unbeknownst to Orson, his previous fight had sparked a wildfire on the forums.

A post titled "The Melee King and UJ's Softie Girl Fight for 300 Rounds, Ending in a Wardrobe Malfunction" had gone viral, complete with a professionally edited third-person video. The uploader had locked it behind a paywall, charging five gold coins per view.

The video skyrocketed to the top of the trending list, and the player SirLagsALot—an actual radio journalist in real life—raked in millions.

Seeing the insane profits, others quickly caught on. Forget attacking Orgod or joining rival factions. Simply live-streaming or recording his fights was a goldmine.

Orson had no idea how cunning these players could be. Some even started sharing his location for a hefty bounty.

"Orgod, would you say a quick ad line for us? Just one phrase: 'For underwear, I only wear Big Man Brand!' We'll pay 2,000 gold!"

"Hello, Triple Crown King! We're offering 30,000 gold annually for a contraceptive sponsorship!"

"Remember me? It's Uber Agent 008—let's work together again..."

Orson stared at the flood of private messages, his face twitching in disbelief. These lunatics wanted him to shill for brands mid-fight. Did they think he had no integrity?

Still... the thought of earning money just by speaking a few words made his throat dry. He hesitated before reluctantly closing the chat window.

"You're all geniuses," Orson muttered bitterly, glaring at the war reporters dangling from tree branches.

"Orgod spoke! Oh my god, he's so cool and handsome!"

"I love how carefree he is!"

"He's still showing off, even in battle. I wish I could join him—he's amazing!"

Amid the chaos, fangirls squealed with delight, their voices drowning out the critics. For every hater, there seemed to be an equally fervent fan.

Orson's eyes narrowed as he spotted a familiar face among the "tree monkeys."

"You're here too, SirLagsALot? Aren't you worried I'll accidentally burn you?"

He casually cast Earthquake, sending the buff-expired Karquil and his followers flying.

"Not at all! Burn me anytime—it's an honor!" SirLagsALot grinned shamelessly.

Death meant little to him now. With Orson as his golden goose, he'd made more money in a day than most players could in a month. Dying a few thousand times was a small price to pay.