Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Chapter 323: 323: Drinking Alone Like a King

"Shit! Orgod is here! Run for your lives!"

"Don't let that bastard steal the kill! If anyone dares to soften up the boss for him, I'll personally hunt you down!"

"His ID is glowing gold—his Infamy must be in the millions by now."

The Crimson Lizard King soared through the skies, passing over the floating coliseum. Players riding flying mounts scattered like startled sparrows.

"Eat!"

Its blood-red eyes locked onto the Golden Dragon, drool streaming uncontrollably from its maw.

"Damn, why is it raining on a sunny day?"

"Why does this rain feel sticky? This is weird."

Below, players waiting outside the item shop for NPCs to return scrambled for shelter.

"This must be holy water!"

But Infinite Dimensions was filled with eccentric players. Someone boldly theorized that the liquid might be a form of sacred water that could enhance attributes upon consumption.

And so…

"Honestly, it does look pretty appetizing. I agree."

Hearing the Crimson Lizard King's thoughts, Orson gave a rare nod of approval.

The Golden Dragon, lazily dozing in the arena, looked just like a giant, crispy golden chicken—almost too tempting to resist.

The Golden Dragon flicked a haughty glance at the passing Crimson Lizard King, a trace of wariness flashing through its eyes.

Imperial Count Bibienne folded his arms across his chest, letting out a cold snort.