Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Chapter 102 102: A Truly Rotten Egg

The sound of gears turning echoed beneath the altar as the ground shook violently. Orson immediately stepped back, his guard up.

In the world of Infinite Dimensions, secret chambers and treasure chests followed two simple rules: either you struck gold or got scammed.

An arched platform slowly rose, revealing...

"What the hell...? Dragon Maiden?"

Orson's jaw dropped.

On the intricately decorated metal pedestal sat a shriveled, grapefruit-sized object that looked suspiciously like a dried-out citrus peel.

"This is supposed to be the legendary Dragon Maiden? This thing looks more like a mummified pomelo!"

Your next chapter is on empire

Disappointment hit him like a ton of bricks. He had envisioned a graceful maiden, blushing shyly as she gazed at him, or perhaps a mighty, awe-inspiring dragon joining his ranks.

Instead, he got this... overripe fruit?

"An expired citrus orb? This is what I risked my life for?!" Orson groaned.

Curious but skeptical, he checked its attributes.

[Dragon Maiden: Berenice]

Form: Dragon Egg HP: 1/1 Skills: ???

"You're kidding me. It is the Dragon Maiden... a dragon egg? More like a dragon's eyeball!"

The absurdity of the situation made Orson question his life choices. He'd lost his mount and endured countless trials for this pathetic, shriveled thing.

Before he could complain further, his vision blurred, and he found himself in a surreal, dreamlike realm.

In the vision, a young, regal man stood hand in hand with the Earth Elf Queen, kneeling outside the majestic silver cathedral of the Light Dragon Empire's Grand Church.

They knelt without rest for seven days and nights.

Orson recognized the location instantly—it was said to house the mortal incarnation of the God of Light, with a king-class Light Dragon guarding it.

"So the backstories of the Feathered Ascension and this dungeon are interconnected," Orson thought, his suspicions confirmed as he observed the scene.

Legend had it that the Feathered King and the Earth Elf Queen fell deeply in love but were unable to produce an heir. In desperation, they sought the aid of the immortal Sacred Spirit Dragon King, whose compassion led him to bestow a drop of his divine blood upon them.

Orson stared at the notifications, dumbfounded.

"This shameless egg... is it trolling me?!"

He frantically tried to pull it out of his inventory, but the egg moved with uncanny agility, dodging every attempt.

Even with his lightning-fast reflexes and his reputation as a gaming champion, Orson couldn't catch it.

"Who am I? Where am I? Am I being outplayed by a dumb egg?"

Orson broke into a cold sweat. Every move he made, every thought he had, seemed to be anticipated by this ridiculous egg.

"This is absurd... I've fought some crazy things in Infinite Dimensions, but this takes the cake!"

Suddenly, a mocking laugh filled the chamber.

A blue-haired man stepped through the doorway, his figure radiating an aura of cold arrogance.

Frost spread across the walls as he entered, chilling the air with each step. His presence alone seemed to freeze the very ground beneath him.

"Adventurer, you've surprised me!" the man said, his voice smooth yet icy. "For centuries, my Frost Dragon Clan has failed to break the Dragon's Curse Barrier, yet you've done it!"

Orson's eyes narrowed as he analyzed his foe.

[Corrupted Frost Dragon Knight: Inevan II]

Level: 40 Lord-Class Creature HP: 7,000,000 Attack: 2,300 Skills: ???

"You killed my mount, didn't you?" Orson asked calmly.

"A mere fire lizard? Hardly worthy of being called a mount. Have you ever seen a truly noble steed?" Inevan smirked, exuding an unsettling charm.

"So you admit it." Orson chuckled coldly. "Let me guess. You want the egg too?"

Inevan descended the steps, his every footfall freezing the ground. "Hand over Berenice, and I'll let you live. I might even reward you handsomely."

A system prompt appeared:

Option 1: Surrender Berenice for 100,000 gold, 1,000,000 reputation, and an alliance with Lord Cain. Option 2: Defeat Inevan II...

The prompt glitched. Then, a childish voice chimed in:

"And earn Berenice's favor! She'll deem you her adorable, invincible, dashing personal servant!"

"WHAT THE HELL?!" Orson's scalp tingled. "The egg can hijack system prompts too?!"