Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage

Chapter 282 282: Are You a Masochist?

Anyone who is superficially obsessed with romance is either brainless and toxic, or has ulterior motives.

"You're saying that now, but don't regret it later," Orson responded calmly.

"Orson-kun, do you think I'm the kind of person who regrets easily?" Naoko laughed lightly, her voice particularly enchanting.

Orson remained silent. With Naoko's courage and boldness, she couldn't possibly follow someone without reason. However, if it came to regret or wavering, she was definitely not the type to back down.

When it came to ruthlessness, she could easily be compared to Snow Dream, who betrayed the SSR guild and burned bridges with ruthless efficiency. In fact, Naoko's methods were even more vicious.

Recently, Naoko had caused a commotion in the UJ region, with her summoned beast, Yamata no Orochi, leading the charge. Together with Lauren and her group, they had swept through several major mining areas, decimating the top three guilds, forcing them into retreat and making direct confrontations impossible.

Any guild that didn't comply or refused to pay Tithe was quickly overrun, with their mines repeatedly cleaned out.

Seven guilds had been shattered under her influence, earning her the reputation of a heartless female demon.

Naoko sent a string of mysterious codes: "Marriott, 6802."

Orson was momentarily stunned, unable to process it. He frowned. "Hotel room number? What the hell!"

Orson had been avoiding her, but now, she was directly revealing her room number, inviting him in like this? If it were anyone else, they'd have been tempted.

"Stop messing around. If you're not coming, don't bother," Orson said impatiently.

"You're so cold, Orson-kun. Are you really that scared of me?" Naoko's voice carried a hint of reproach, and Orson felt a shiver run down his spine.

"Player Naoko has applied to join the queue."

A notification popped up, and Orson's expression shifted slightly. From a nearby crack in the air, a woman in black robes emerged, riding an unusual humanoid summoned beast.

The summoned beast wore a grotesque smiling mask, with black magical wings. Its size wasn't large, just enough to carry the black-robed woman.

[Abyssal Shikigami · Black Soul: Level 40]

[Naoko's Summon]

[Lord-Class Summon Beast]

[Health: 8,000,000]

[Attack Power: 4,000]

[Skills: Shikigami Guardian, Advanced Warrior Skill Mastery]

"The potential of this SS-Class Kingdom Summoner has been partially unlocked," Orson thought, his eyes glowing.

A massive swarm of insects blocked the flight path of Naoko's Shikigami. The swarm, provoked, began to attack.

Naoko's face remained calm. She raised her staff and called, "Hound Soul!"

A large black-armored magic dog burst from the summon space, charging toward the insect swarm with a roar. Black light rippled over its body, causing the surrounding insects to uncontrollably rush toward it.

Naoko said, "What kind of type do you like? I can be whatever you want. A mature woman? A little girl? I can do that, just say the word."

At this, Orson couldn't take it anymore. He sighed heavily. "Are you a masochist or something?"

"Bingo! You got it right!" Naoko giggled, her eyes never leaving Orson. "I only accept you to... punish me, Orson-kun."

Orson froze, his face turning dark. He finally understood why Charles had reacted the way he did. This woman wasn't just crazy—she was terrifyingly unstable.

He wasn't going to humor her. He raised his staff and pressed it against her forehead, his eyes cold. "If you keep talking nonsense, I'll send you back to town."

Naoko's expression shifted. She, like Orson, was a notorious player with a crime value above 100,000, marked as a super red name. If killed, her gear would most likely drop.

She could sense the killing intent radiating from Orson, and she knew he wasn't joking. Her shoulders trembled, and she fell silent.

Orson withdrew his staff, but he wasn't lenient with her. He had his reasons to keep her close. Her influence and battle strength in the UJ region were useful, and he wasn't about to let a small matter ruin the potential alliance.

But just as he thought she was intimidated, she muttered under her breath, "He's so dangerous... He's really dangerous... I like it... I really like it!!"

Orson was completely at a loss for words...

This wasn't fear, this was excitement!

"People are coming."

Orson's face darkened as he noticed a flash of blue light in the distance, coming from a spatial crack. Hundreds of bolts of lightning crackled in the sky.

A white magic battleship, nearly a thousand meters long, slowly emerged, with an overwhelming aura. Several figures appeared on the deck.

One of them raised a long-handled battle axe, from which the might of thunder radiated!

"Ancient relic, the Black Pearl battleship," Naoko's expression changed slightly, as she snapped out of her manic state.

"Who are those people?" Orson felt his hairs stand on end—not out of fear, but because of the intense battlelust that surged within him. Read latest chapters at My Virtual Library Empire

From his previous life in the Sword and Conquest world championship, where he single-handedly controlled nine elements and pushed the limits of his strength, he recognized the two figures before him.

The Sword Spirit Twins, Kalrien the Thunder God and Kanting the Sword God!

Currently ranked second and fourth on the leaderboard with SS and S+ combat potential, respectively. Their strength was undeniable.

"You really are here, Orgod," said Kanting, his gemstone-blue eyes locking onto Orson. He was tall, with dazzling golden hair, holding a simple bone sword that, with a single slash, obliterated the surrounding insect swarm.

Kalrien, next to him, stood as imposing as ever. His golden hair whipped around him as thunder crackled. He radiated overwhelming power, his physique like a golden tiger, strong and fierce.

"The US region is as weak as ever," Kalrien said, dismissing Orson. "Is there no one else but you?"

Before Orson could respond, a clear, cold voice rang out across the Titan ruins.

Suddenly, a man on a dark dragon soared out from the spatial rift. His eyes glowed with infernal fire, his posture arrogant and commanding as he looked down on everyone.

Behind him, a sky palace emerged from the rift, with eight sages and the core members of the Dragon's

Kiss Guild following him.