Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

BG City.

“What… what are you all doing here?”

A middle-aged woman opened her door and was so startled she nearly screamed. Two heavily armed SWAT officers stood at her doorstep, flanking a deliveryman.

“Excuse us, is Mr. Damons at home? Please have him come sign for this delivery.”

The woman froze in place. A young boy who looked barely elementary school age poked his head out from behind the door. “I’m not a mister… I just started grade school.”

Then he paused, eyes widening as he stared at the package in the deliveryman’s hands. He blurted out in awe, “Whoa… a Monster Siege limited edition gaming helmet, price tag of \\$18,000!”

“I am Mr. Damons! Let me see that right now!”

The boy jumped up and down with excitement, hugging his mother and planting a big kiss on her cheek. “Mom, I love you! This is the best birthday present of my whole life!”

“A gaming helmet? You little brat, did you use my credit card to buy this nonsense?”

The woman’s face instantly darkened. She yanked a hanger off the clothesline in the hallway, ready to smack him with it.

“You’re just a kid—why are you wasting time on stupid games? Want to grow up to be an ignorant donkey?”

“Look at me—I work three jobs every day. Who do you think I do it for? Are you trying to kill me from anger?”

The two SWAT officers and the deliveryman just sighed. Watching the mom lay into her kid was honestly exhausting.

Scenes like this had already happened over a dozen times today. They were numb to it.

“Take it back. I never bought any gaming helmet!” the woman snapped, glaring so fiercely that even the armed officers hesitated. Her aura could rival a King’s.

“This is a federal benefit for citizens ages 7 to 18. Please have young Mr. Damons sign for it.”

One of the officers droned on mechanically, “Failure to log in within the designated time will result in forfeiture of this benefit.”

“A free benefit? You’ve got to be kidding!”

Mother and son wore completely different expressions.

People like them, scraping by on low-wage jobs, couldn’t dream of buying gaming gear. And in the eyes of older folks, no matter how the government spun it, gaming was always something that ruined kids.

But now, a piece of equipment this expensive was being handed out to teens for free?

What kind of logic was that?

“Hmm… that covers his tutoring fees for the next two years!” The woman’s eyes lit up, muttering in delight.

The two officers exchanged glances, then shook their heads helplessly. “This item is only usable by children. Attempting to remove the insurance tags and resell it will violate federal law.”

The woman’s little plan collapsed, and she stared at them like, Are you people messing with me?

After some lengthy explanation, she finally, reluctantly, accepted reality.

“Ha ha ha… watch me blast away this shabby house with one fireball! Mom, I’m gonna buy you tons of makeup in the future!”

As soon as the three left, the kid’s manic laughter echoed down the entire street.

But he barely got to enjoy it for a few seconds before he shrieked, “Ow! That hurts… but no amount of pain can stop my destiny of becoming an Infinite Dimensions legend! Mom boss, I’m warning you, be merciful!”

In a conference room at a base somewhere in BG City.

“Sir, we’ve already distributed four million VR helmets and a smaller batch of gaming pods. Over thirty companies nationwide have received authorization, and we expect thirty million players to enter Infinite Dimensions within three days.”

K.D. listened to the report.

“That’s nowhere near enough. Forget about intellectual property.”

A man with a poker face spoke up. He was the Treasury Secretary who had once met with Orson.

“If we do that… those tech giants are bound to protest,” said another man in a business suit, frowning.

“Hmph. Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures. Let them protest.”

Mr. Carter slammed the table, eyes blazing. “Get every capable factory working at full speed! If anyone tries to obstruct this, I’ll have the IRS camp in their books by tomorrow!”

A flood of orders from the federal government went out immediately, sending US tech giants into chaos.

After all, VR helmet manufacturing was a high-tech, high-margin industry. Only three companies in the entire country could produce them, and this was like carving flesh straight from their hearts.

“Still dreaming of making more money… that’s the joke straight out of hell,” K.D. said with a bitter smile.

Once the fusion world descended, all that money would be worthless paper.

According to Orson, even without recharging in-game, personal assets would automatically convert into universal gold coins when the time came.

It sounded profitable—print a ton of cash now and convert it to coins later.

But the financial system forged by the gods was ruthless. It would detect coins exceeding the nation’s actual economic capacity.

Any excess would simply vanish.

Orson knew this because the first country to get Heaven Demon intelligence—UJ—had tried it.

They launched a national printing spree, turning everyone into billion-coin tycoons. In the end, it was all for nothing.

So the only real solution was to mass-produce gaming helmets, turning powerless civilians into players, who could then become trial-takers with at least some means of self-defense.

But with time so tight, getting everyone into the game within three days was impossible.

So naturally, the more receptive youth became the primary force.

The real-world “national Infinite Dimensions project” was in full swing.

Meanwhile, in Infinite Dimensions, the Godslayer legion gathered at their stronghold after half a day of rest.

“They want us dead. They want the US region to become everyone’s target!”

Bradley, as president of Godslayer, shouted passionately. The war-hardened Godslayer members stood like silent wolves, eyes beginning to gleam.

“Uh… ahem, where was I?”

Bradley’s face stiffened. In front of him stood players from twenty-one guilds—180,000 iron-blooded warriors—who all rolled their eyes in unison.

Sweat poured down Bradley’s back. He’d practiced this speech in the mirror a dozen times, but froze at the crucial moment.

“The script! Read the script!” Heartbroken Loli poked his side.

“Oh right, with a script in hand, I’m totally calm!”

Bradley swallowed hard, fumbling to pull up his notepad, which held a war declaration personally written by a famous voice actress.

They would use the Saint Stone Seals to lock down twelve ancient teleportation arrays, then march into Infinite Dimensions worlds that refused to comply.

“Break the enemy’s spine!”

“Shut the mouths spreading hate and dragging US into their vendettas!”

Bradley’s voice rose, his silly brain suddenly clear, his elemental Dragon Warrior blood surging as he roared, “We are Celestial, and we bring destruction!”

The crowd’s hearts burned. Demon Emperor soared overhead on a lightning dragon, raising his sword and declaring, “Slaughter! Crush everything we see!”

Holy light blazed around Drunken Dream as he called out, “Pray for Sienna, make US great again.”

“The King Family!”

“Moonlight Guild!”

“Glory Seekers!”

One by one, the guild leaders echoed the rally, shouting in unison, “Let the eastern sun shine on their very souls!”

Bradley’s expression turned cold, all traces of good-natured humor gone. Surrounded by lightning dragon might, he thundered, “In three days, I want to see their spirits shattered, their hearts truly terrified of us!”

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