"Kid, you better watch yourself… You''re on Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s hit list now!" Skysher growled before turning to flee. More than half of the guild''s thirty-odd membersy dead, and he could see the fight was hopeless.
"Run?" Orson couldn''t help butugh, his voice dripping with disdain. "Send as many from Dragon''s Kiss Guild as you want—I''ll kill everyst one. Revive a thousand times, and I''ll kill you a thousand times."
These fools went red-name and actually thought they could escape, showing their backs to him... They clearly had no clue just how far his range extended.
"A ughter—aplete and utter ughter! So satisfying!" ShatteredCrown cheered excitedly.
Each time Orson swung his staff, fireballs turned into scythes of death, sending over a dozen souls back to the newbie vige.
Skysher was blown off his feet by a barrage of fireballs, and he red at Orson from the ground. "Usher will deal with you. You''re dead!"
Orson''s expression darkened. "The guild leader of Dragon''s Kiss Guild, huh? Don''t worry; I''ll kill him before he even gets a chance."
In his past life, Orson had died at Usher''s hands, but this time, he was determined to strike first.
"This guy''s tough," Orson muttered, slightly surprised. Skysher had over 2,200 HP and had survived three rounds of **zing Burn** before finally burning to death—a testament to his tanky build.
*Ding-dong—*
A pair of knight''s shoulder guards dropped from Skysher''s corpse.
"Purple gear?" Orson raised an eyebrow and picked it up to check its stats.
**[Savage Shoulder Guards]**
Quality: Hero
Level: 5
ss: Knight
Physical Defense: 30
Magic Resistance: 30n/?/vel/b//jn dot c//om
Effect: Regenerates 10 HP per second inbat.
3-piece set bonus: +300 HP
6-piece set bonus: +500 HP
"Not bad. Too bad it''s only Level 5 gear."
Orson nodded; it was a decent find. A Level 5 hero-grade piece like this could easily fetch four or five thousand dors.
Just as he was about to list it on the Empire Auction House, he noticed **UltimateSweetheart** pouting at him, her eyes filled with longing.
Orson instinctively took a step back, a bit wary that this bold woman might try to tackle him right there.
**UltimateSweetheart**: "Ten thousand! Sell it to me! I love the look of those shoulder guards. So sexy!"
**BigBaby**: "Ten thousand isn''t a bad deal. They''d go for about five thousand on the auction house."
**LittleBaby** red at ShatteredCrown and huffed, "Well? Pay up!"
The shoulder guards were adorned with two beastly horns, giving them a wild, primal look.
ShatteredCrown mumbled, "Hey, I didn''t say anything! I just thought… maybe the orc style is a bit… barbaric?"
**LittleBaby** shot him a deadly re, threatening to drill a hole in his head if he didn''t keep quiet.
"How about 100 gold, brother?" ShatteredCrown asked Orson with a hopeful expression.
Orson found the whole scene confusing. He couldn''t quite figure out the dynamics between these people, but ShatteredCrown certainly seemed like a punching bag. Maybe rich kids had a thing for getting bossed around?
Seeing the price was reasonable, Orson epted the deal.
With a jingle, 100 goldnded in his ount.
Orson continued gathering loot from the battlefield. In addition to Skysher''s purple gear, he''dted five green items, two blue items, and eight gold from wiping out the Dragon''s Kiss and L&H guild members.
Not a bad haul at all!
If going red didn''t restrict him frompleting certain quests in the early game, he''d have considered farming Dragon''s Kiss Guild for gear nonstop.
For now, he went back to farming **Spectral Wolves** with his VIP clients, nning to finish ShatteredCrown''s task first.
Meanwhile, chaos was erupting on the world chat.
**yer A:** "Damn, I''m shook. Look at the world chat! Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s third battalion just got farmed like wild monsters."
**yer B:** "Knew it! Some guilds were bound to get wrecked eventually. Now they''ve even lost purple gear!"
**yer F:** "6666, I''ve heard of this guy. He''s the one farming goblins like a beast. Skysher, why so quiet all of a sudden?"
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**Dragon''s Kiss Guild Club Headquarters**
"Report. What exactly happened out there?" A cold-faced man in a ck suit opened a video call.
"It''s not our fault, boss! We did everything we could, but this guy has a passive that does over 1,000 DPS! No one canst two seconds against him!" A middle-aged man on the screen looked dejected, his imposing demeanor as a guild officer nowhere to be seen.
"Oh please, my Level 13 water mage barely does 300 DPS," scoffed an aloof, attractive woman with her legs crossed. "And you''re telling me some random mage can hit over 1,000? Who are you trying to fool?"
She continued icily, "Losing tens of thousands in equipment is one thing, but you''ve also dragged the guild''s reputation down. Can you take responsibility for that?"
"Yes, I admit I underestimated the opponent," Skysher conceded, red-faced.
Had Orson been here, he would''ve immediately recognized the woman. She was **Ivy**, Dragon''s Kiss Guild''s lead mage and a professional yer.
Back in *Sword and Conquest*, Orson had faced her in the national quarterfinals. Despite her ss advantage, she''d been ruthlessly crushed by him.
Usher furrowed his brow. "1,000 DPS? That''s high for this stage, but didn''t any of your six squads use tactics?"
Skysher gave a bitterugh. "We tried, but this guy''s moves aren''t what you''d expect from a casual yer."
With that, Skysher yed the recording of the fight, showing Orson leaping mid-air to kill the rogue, then using his skill to forcefully dodge.
"See the issue here, Ivy?" Usher asked, eyes narrowing as he paused the video.
Ivy was captivated by Orson''s moves, her eyes filled with amazement. After taking a deep breath, she admitted, "That''s professional-grade skill. There''s no doubt."
She reyed the video several times, studying every detail. The fluidity of his movement, his impable control over attack range—this was master-level gamey!
Even with her years in professional esports and experience facing top yers, Ivy found herself covered in goosebumps from watching him.
"At minimum, that''s Tier 1, possibly even Tier 0 level y."
Ivy''s face grew pale. Even through the screen, she could feel the immense pressure this yer exuded—a confidence in his skill that allowed him to dominate his opponents with ease.
Usher smirked, his expression calcting. "You''re missing the point."
"Huh? I am?" Ivy was taken aback, worried that she''d embarrassed herself in front of her boss, potentially harming her standing within Dragon''s Kiss Guild.
"Pause," Ushermanded, freezing the frame on the Level 8 mage''s face.
"The key is here—his appearance," Usher said, a sly smile ying at his lips.
"His appearance? He looks charismatic, but nothing extraordinary," Skysher and Ivy said, clearly confused by Usher''s focus.
Usher chuckled, his eyes gleaming. "What, you don''t recognize him from a different game? He''s the only yer who never enhances his character''s looks. He must be gearing up for aeback."
"No way! He was banned from all U.S. esports leagues!" Ivy''s voice shook as memories of that infamous yer''s silhouette flooded back.
"That exins why he calls himself ''Orgod''," Skysher murmured. He''d dismissed it as a fanboy quirk but now realized he''d been facing the real deal.
"*Infinite Dimensions* isn''t regted by the esports association. From what I understand, not even the government has the power to interfere with the game''s progression," Usher remarked.
His skill was astonishing, hisposure unbreakable, and his consistency almost machine-like. This was the nightmare that haunted every pro yer''s dreams—the insurmountable figure that had crushed countless opponents.
With a trembling voice, Ivy whispered, "He''s… Orson!"
Usher sipped his coffee, a smile dancing on his lips. "If I can''t recruit him to Dragon''s Kiss Guild… then we''ll destroy him."