Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Dynasty Old Yin frowned and turned to Raven. “Hold up. Don’t you think this is too much for Sienna? Besides, most of the new top-tier adventurers joined because of these two.”

He nodded toward Bradley and Orson.

Ever since Godslayer’s second major expansion, their numbers had soared to over ten thousand. Of those, seven thousand were mainline combatants—elite warriors cherry-picked from all corners of Infinite Dimensions. Many were former big-league players or whales.

Old Yin didn’t doubt Sienna’s worth because she was Orson’s sister. But appointing a level 28 adventurer as guild master? That would be a tough sell for many.

“Don’t forget she’s an SSS hidden class holder,” Blank said firmly, her eyes sharp. “And she’s got a mind for strategy and big-picture leadership that rivals Orgod himself. Having her lead Godslayer isn’t a liability—it’s an asset.”

“Another SSS hidden class? Are you kidding me?”

“That’s insane… you’re pulling my leg, right?”

Iron Cavalry broke into a cold sweat, staring at Orson and Sienna like they were aliens. Without something like Ancient Sage’s Eye, none of them could actually see Sienna’s class—they just knew her level and broad role.

“Sienna.”

Blank gave her a subtle nod, urging her to show them.

“This feels a little shameless,” Sienna murmured with a playful smile.

Then a five-colored glow bloomed across her smooth forehead, spreading out to fill the entire hall. Her skin shone like polished jade. Above her head appeared a breathtaking title: \\[SSS Chaos Saintess].

“She’ll become the strongest healer in this merged world,” Blank said quietly.

The way she said it left no room for doubt. Everyone in the room was floored—Blank wasn’t talking about “might be,” she was declaring it outright. Sienna would be the top priest class under these new world rules.

“Though… I’m not there yet,” Sienna admitted with a sweet smile, the glow framing her like a goddess. “I’ll still need all of you to help me.”

She turned her eyes to Orson, and he gave her a warm, proud grin. It was the silent understanding only siblings shared.

This wasn’t about showing off. Sienna wasn’t that kind of person. She’d revealed her hidden class only to shoulder some of his burdens. And like him, she hated owing debts she couldn’t repay.

Chaos Sect’s countless believers had sacrificed everything so she could obtain the Prismatic Gem. Sienna carried that guilt every day—she wouldn’t let their hopes die in vain.

“Blank was actually underselling it,” Orson chuckled. “In a lot of ways, she’s even more capable than I am.”

“Don’t worry, big brother. I’ll keep everyone safe,” Sienna promised, her smile dazzling.

Iron Cavalry and the others exchanged awkward looks. They thought Orson was just being humble so Sienna would be more readily accepted. This wasn’t Infinite Dimensions anymore—any slip-up could mean real, irreversible disaster.

But only Orson knew the truth. Sienna was often far more decisive than he could ever be. Smart, intuitive, impossibly mature—over the years, it sometimes felt like she was the one looking after him instead of the other way around. When it came to reading people and keeping things together, a dropout like him didn’t hold a candle to her.

Once the question of leadership was settled, everyone dispersed.

Only Blank and Sienna stayed close. Orson pulled them both into a gentle hug.

“Alright, I should get moving. Having you two here means I can go with fewer worries.”

According to his past-life memories, the first Abyss Rift wouldn’t open for another month. The current monster raids on cities weren’t true crises—just minor problems.

After all, most adventurers already had the power to solo high-level mobs. Top global guilds like Godslayer, Sword Soul, and Dragon Soul only accepted members who could reliably kill Elite bosses on their own. The real trial would come when the rifts opened and legions of Heaven Demons poured in. That would be humanity’s ultimate test.

Orson lifted a hand. A swirl of dark light opened into his Battle Space, and out stepped a small boy who looked seven or eight.

He wore bright red armor and a phoenix-feather crown, eyes wide and curious as he peered up at Sienna and Blank.

“Hello there, beautiful, kind, lovely young lady,” he said with a goofy grin.

Orson froze. It took him a moment to process that this chunky little brat was actually Ignis in human form. The flattery sounded so awkward, it was hard to believe this was a mighty divine beast.

“Aww, what a cutie! You two moved fast, huh? Come here!” Sienna squealed.

Smack! Smack!

Two simultaneous forehead flicks—one from Orson, one from Blank. Both were bright red with embarrassment.

“Beautiful, kind, lovely—uh…”

Ignis turned to Blank, then clamped both hands over his mouth like he’d remembered something terrifying.

Sienna giggled so hard she nearly doubled over. “What’s wrong, little guy?”

“Dragon Lord big boss and Aeloria big boss said I’m not allowed to talk to her. If I do, they’ll kill me,” Ignis whimpered.

Orson sighed and clutched his head. “For fuck’s sake. None of these bastards ever give me a break…”

The stronger the beast, the more cunning they became. That went for loyalty as well—high-level war beasts had minds of their own.

“I’m leaving him here. If things get bad, have him blow himself up. He can do it up to nine times a day. After that, well… he’s done for good.”

Orson was still explaining when he turned to see Sienna ignoring him completely. She’d somehow filled an entire table with takeout.

“Here, try this. Ever had a burger? And this is iced soda—so good!”

Ignis didn’t hesitate. He started shoveling chicken legs and burgers into his mouth without even glancing at Orson.

“Wow, look how much he can eat!” Sienna squealed.

Blank watched with a soft smile and even joined in feeding him. Ignis beamed. “You’re so nice. Dragon Lord totally lied about you.”

Those dimples on Blank’s cheeks were almost too much. For just a moment, she let herself imagine a different kind of future.

“You guys…”

Orson just stood there, completely floored. His companions were all traitors, every single one.

“Whatever. Have fun.”

He sighed. The last Soul Seal was waiting, and he needed it for what was coming.

Outside the city hall, he summoned Aeloria, scanning the map for the updated location of Tomb One.

Taking a deep breath, he braced himself. He had a bad feeling about this run.

No heartfelt goodbyes—he didn’t want to make it harder on them if he didn’t come back. Better they didn’t see him as he was, just in case.

“Here. Your favorite kind.”

He flinched. A soft shape pressed against his back. Blank slipped a plastic bag into his hands.

“…What’s this?”

He opened it and nearly choked up. It was packed with instant noodles—all the flavors he loved most.

“Hurry back… I’ll be waiting.”

Blank spoke without turning around, tears sliding down her flawless cheeks.

“…Yeah.”

His voice shook. For the first time, he realized how terrified he was that this happiness might disappear.

But he had no choice. This step had to be taken.

“I’ve got a present for you!”

Sienna popped up out of nowhere, hugging him around the waist. Orson quickly wiped his eyes and forced a scowl. “What’s your game now? Relax, I’ll be back soon.”

“Gotcha, crybaby. Here—your lucky little flower!”

She giggled, seeing right through him. A tiny sprout burst to life in her hand, unfurling into a sunflower-like blossom.

\\[Chaos Spirit Herb]

Quality: Common

Effect: Luck +1

Description: Will grow stronger and more effective with mana nourishment.

“A perpetual spell… no. That’s life magic.”

Orson’s eyes widened. This wasn’t just wood magic—it was the near-mythical force of life itself. Alongside time magic, it was one of the most mysterious forces ever spoken of.

Life magic didn’t fade away. Its creations didn’t vanish.

That alone made Sienna worthy of being called divine.