Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

The announcement was short, sharp, and thunderous—echoing like a lightning strike in the ears of adventurers worldwide.

The name “Orgod” didn’t just mean undefeated.

It meant total dominance in Infinite Dimensions.

NUK Warzone:

“Why the hell are we declaring war on the US? Have the corporate suits lost their minds?!”

“This is insane. Didn’t anyone hear what happened in the US coastal battle? The joint fleet got annihilated. No one seems to grasp what that actually means!”

“Shut up! They killed the NSK Group’s princess. This is a blood feud—we settle it with blood!”

UJ Warzone:

“I… I just wanted to mine ores. Why are you doing this to me?!”

“A 16-zone alliance going up against the US… what’s there to be afraid of? Charge!!”

…

The atmosphere in every warzone that had declared was heavy with tension. Just thinking about the infamous undefeated sorcerer from the US made spines go cold. The legends of Infinite Dimensions weren’t just stories—they were war records etched in blood.

Of course, not everyone saw it that way. After all, the merged world wasn’t the same battlefield as Infinite Dimensions.

Many once-unstoppable elites from the game were now either dead or just average players.

Orgod may have been a god inside Infinite Dimensions—but could he still reign supreme in the real, fused world?

Maple Nation Warzone:

“The US adventurers committed mass slaughter without regard for international law. They’ll pay in blood!”

At the same time, President Rusina appeared on national television, raising his fists high as he swore to bring peace to the fallen.

“Let them come. Sooner or later, they’ll hang!”

“Orgod? A mage? How tough can he be? Let’s see how he holds up against a nuclear bomb.”

“Hell yeah! If it comes to nuclear war, let’s see how long he stays smug.”

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Inside the city lord’s mansion, Orson glanced over the incoming intelligence reports, a smirk tugging at his lips.

In the previous timeline, when the merged world first descended and the Heaven Demons began to overrun Earth, every country’s first response had been to go nuclear.

But the instant the Abyss opened, global satellite systems were obliterated by the invaders.

With no satellite guidance, nuclear weapons became as useless as blind men wielding machetes.

Sure, there were still desperate, manned bomb runs that managed to delay the advance of the Heaven Demons…

But at enormous ecological cost. True scorched-earth warfare. Kill one thousand, lose ten thousand.

Most of Earth’s wastelands had been caused by this exact move. Over 80% of the planet became uninhabitable—except for the Demons.

“This file’s from Homeland Security. Said to pass it directly to you.”

Orson handed Madman a thick dossier.

“For me? What is it?”

Madman frowned and flipped it open, but as soon as he saw the first page, he froze.

There it was—classified information on President Rusina himself.

His eyes widened in disbelief. The file listed multiple secure presidential bunkers, with detailed layouts and surveillance patterns.

Normally, even thinking about finding the highest-ranking official’s bunker on Earth would be a pipe dream.

But the moment the world merged, US intelligence and the Bruce family’s assassin unit had already infiltrated Rusina’s territory. Their high-level stealth skills had unearthed every secret.

No doubt about it. The Ten Overlords of the US had spent a century preparing. And now, they were ready to strike.

“Should we just go ahead and unify the world while we’re at it?” Madman muttered offhandedly.

“You want the title of ‘Top dog of Earth’ that badly?” Orson raised an eyebrow, smirking.

Madman scratched his head awkwardly. “I was kidding! Damn, calm down.”

Orson gave him a long, amused look. “If you pull this off, I’ll consider putting you on the throne.”

“Pass! I can’t even handle one woman—Ruby’s already more than enough. You want me dead?!”

Clutching the dossier, Madman bolted to huddle with his assassin crew for next steps.

Soon after, the top leaders of the US’s ten strongest guilds arrived one by one.

Orson rose with a smile to greet them. Among them were the two empire rulers: Ursula and Sylothor.

There were two conditions for an external war to be officially sanctioned.

First, approval from the native rulers of Infinite Dimensions.

Second, a majority vote from the ten top guilds in the region.

Even though Orson had slain the former emperor of the Light Dragon Empire, Ursula now held the crown—and the authority.

“Everyone must be thrilled, huh? Bet none of you could sleep last night.” Orson cut straight to the point, eyes twinkling as he looked over the elites before him.

Three of the guilds were affiliated with Dragon’s Kiss, giving them four voting seats in total.

They weren’t the majority, but they were still a force to be reckoned with. If they abstained from war and played both sides, it would weaken the US front significantly.

“Do you all agree to go to war?” Orson stepped down from the city lord’s throne and spoke as an equal.

Ursula declared, “The Light Dragon Empire approves of the campaign. We will purge the invaders!”

Sylothor added, “The Dark Dragon Empire answers the call of the Goddess of Chaos. We approve.”

“Both empires have granted their approval for external war.”

“Please submit the list of warzones to declare against.”

A system prompt echoed in everyone’s ears.

Sienna stepped forward and raised her hand. Blood-red characters formed midair, spelling out all sixteen zones that had declared war on the US.

Not a single one was left off.

“Your turn now. Agree or not, remember—when it comes to enemies at the gates, we must stand as one.” Sienna smiled as she scanned the faces of the guild leaders.

What surprised her was that Usher hadn’t shown up himself. Instead, his right hand Ivy stood in for him.

Ivy spoke coldly, “You two siblings have already decided everything. Spare us the fake democracy.”

Her group looked visibly uncomfortable, clearly wary of the seemingly harmless young girl before them.

Sienna remained unfazed. “Now, now. I have no interest in meddling with the decisions of the Dark Dragon Emperor.”

“But since he and I signed a pact of equality, we’re friends now. I can’t just sit back and watch a friend’s kingdom burn, can I?”

Ivy’s allies, like TitanBreaker and EclipseRider, were visibly seething.

This level-40 priest had cost them dearly. If not for her interference, half the Dark Dragon Empire’s main cities would already be in their hands.

One Orgod was already hard enough to deal with.

Now they had Sienna too?

Orson stepped forward, putting aside personal grudges and addressing the room seriously.

Some of the guild leaders whispered in private chat, weighing their options. Orson didn’t interrupt.

He knew Usher had ambitions of global domination and wanted his head on a pike—but he also understood the man wasn’t stupid.

“We’ll handle three major warzones ourselves,” Ivy finally said. “You have no authority over them. Is that acceptable?”

Orson exchanged glances with Demon Emperor and Drunken Dream, then nodded calmly.

Dragon’s Kiss had been a laughingstock for years, constantly beaten back by Godslayer.

But anyone who had actually fought them knew the truth—they were terrifying.

Instead of staying neutral, they stepped up and volunteered to take on three major zones.

That alone lifted enormous pressure off the Godslayer coalition.

[WORLD ANNOUNCEMENT: The US Warzone officially declares war on the following 16 warzones: Maple Nation, UJ, NUK…]

“My god! Are they really doing a 1v16?!”

“This has to be a joke! That’s suicide!”

As the announcement flashed across the globe, adventurers everywhere were stunned.

The US, under siege by sixteen warzones, wasn’t planning to defend.

They were going on the offensive. Against all sixteen.

This wasn’t just defiance. This was war against fate itself.

Did they still think they were the world’s overlords?