Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Chapter 67 67: SSS Chaos Overlord

The Mage Guild revered the six elemental gods, each representing one of the six basic elements of the world. Fire, Water, Earth, Air, Light, and Darkness were the six pillars upon which the guild's power and teachings rested.

In stark contrast, the Chaos Sect also worshipped elemental gods, but their focus was not on the traditional deities. Instead, they venerated the Chaos Mother, the mother of all six elements, believed to be the origin of everything.

Because of this, the sect was considered a heretical and blasphemous cult by many, with the Chaos Mother dismissed as a myth, a concoction of twisted imagination, by most traditional mages.

Orson had no clear answer on whether the Chaos Mother actually existed or not. In his previous life, there were many who had tried to awaken the S-class Chaos Mage class, but all of them had failed without exception. Each attempt ended in failure, leaving the players frustrated and confused.

"You've got ambition, little one! A bright future ahead of you! Joining the Chaos Sect will be the best decision of your life!"

Fosset, the elderly man with a face full of rotting teeth, grinned wildly at Orson. He promised him that, if he joined the Chaos Sect, he would become the strongest mage in the Infinite Dimensions world. When Orson finally mastered Chaos Magic, he would even become the next leader of the sect!

It was a grandiose promise, one that sounded almost too good to be true.

But Orson couldn't shake the feeling that this old man was full of empty words. After all, the Chaos Sect seemed to be little more than Fosset himself, and even if Orson succeeded in awakening his class, he'd still be stuck with a lone commander title—he'd be a leader with no followers, no influence, no power.

"Come with me, little one, and prepare to embrace the power of Chaos!"

Fosset spread his arms wide, his eyes glowing with excitement. But the looks of disdain from the NPCs around them were hard to ignore. It was clear that Fosset had no standing in Pondenorlin City, and was mocked as an eccentric old fool.

Despite his exuberant speech, Fosset couldn't resist getting hands-on. He pinched Orson's cheek like a butcher inspecting his goods and then proceeded to examine his hands, as if picking out prime cuts of pork. The whole interaction felt strange and awkward.

"Enough of the nonsense. Lead the way," Orson said, his patience wearing thin.

Fosset nodded enthusiastically and led Orson through a teleportation circle. Within moments, they arrived at a remote village on the outskirts of Pondenorlin City.

In front of a half-collapsed building, Fosset raised his hand and grinned, "Building a place for the sect requires a lot of money. Do you have any spare gold coins, little one?" His tone was almost too casual, as if he had done this a thousand times before.

Quest 1: You need to provide funds to build a church for the Chaos Sect.

"Flame Fosset requests several gold coins."

A number input window appeared before Orson, but there was no specified amount listed. Only a vague prompt floated before him.

Orson furrowed his brow, his mind racing. He entered 1 gold coin to test the waters.

"Flame Fosset is starting to hesitate, questioning if you are the person he needs."

Orson froze. Was this how NPCs worked? He had been flattered as the chosen one, yet now he was being judged based on a single gold coin?

Frustrated, Orson entered 100 gold coins.

"Flame Fosset is beginning to lose faith in you, believing you aren't devoted enough to the Chaos Mother."

Orson nearly choked on his own irritation. He had never heard of other players needing to pay fees to awaken their classes. This was absurd!

"Hmph, you do have potential, that's for sure. I'll give you three more days to complete this," Fosset said with a smug smile, handing Orson a scroll with the same sense of self-importance.

"You have received the Fragmented Chaos Scroll."

Orson opened the scroll, and a thick gray-brown mist poured out, as if an entire world was hidden within. As the mist dissipated, Orson saw a blurry figure seated on a stone platform, its features unclear but hinting at a humanoid head and serpent-like body.

"You have unlocked the Fragmented Magic Talent Tree."

Orson opened the talent page and found that the original magic tree had vanished. Instead, there was a fragmented skill tree, with only the root section visible. It contained just two talent skills, one of which seemed basic, while the other was completely unknown.

"Complete the awakening conditions, and you will temporarily become a junior Chaos Mage."

"Awakening Conditions: Successfully unlock the talent tree."

Orson blinked in disbelief. After spending so much gold and skill points, all he got was this incomplete mess?

Wait... temporarily become? Did that mean this class was limited in time?

He stared at the gray magic tree, his mind racing. A small note beside it read: "Because the Chaos Scroll is incomplete, you need to recover the remaining two fragments within six months."

Hell-level hidden quest triggered

Quest Description:

"Fragmented Middle Scroll: Obtain the Dragon King's Horn and give it to one of Flame Fosset's disciples in exchange."

"Fragmented Lower Scroll: Obtain the Magical Eye of an Ancient Titan and use it as a trade item in the royal city's black market."

"Once all fragments are recovered and the talent tree is unlocked, you will receive the SSS-level divine class: Chaos Overlord."

"Quest deadline: 6 months."

"Abandonment penalty: You will not be able to awaken a new class."

The quest prompts kept popping up, but instead of feeling

a rush of excitement, Orson was only filled with frustration. The Chaos Overlord class sounded incredible, but the task ahead seemed impossible.

A level 26 player was expected to obtain a Dragon King's Horn? How could a mere mortal ever hope to challenge something like that?

And an Ancient Titan's Eye? Those were the stuff of legends! The Ancient Titans were long extinct, and Orson couldn't even fathom where he would find one of their eyes.

"You bastard, I'm going to kill you!" Orson was seething with rage, glaring at Flame Fosset for this shameless scam.

Fosset, with his thick skin, laughed heartily. "I knew it! You are the one! My judgment has never been wrong!"