Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage - Chapter 645 - 645: 645 Should I Make One Too
The next day, Forever City.
“Breaking news! The Lady of the City has declared today the Forever City Grand Festival!”
“Starting now, all adventurer shops are running a huge sale—12% off across the board, billions in subsidies for everyone!”
“City-wide celebration! Free drinks at all bars for three days—spots limited, book now!”
“Equipment and magic item crafting fees cut by 50% for a limited time, only a hundred slots left!”
All of Forever City was steeped in holiday joy. Adventurers from everywhere flooded in as soon as the announcements dropped.
Since the world fusion, doing business in Forever City had become one of only two main choices for adventurers.
And why two? Because after Usher conquered the Dark Dragon Empire, he built his own capital, Dragon Imperial City.
Though it couldn’t compare in size to Forever City, it still offered full access to the Imperial Auction House without charging any transaction fees—a huge gold saver.
This did siphon off some of Forever City’s profits, but Sienna hadn’t chosen to turn Godslayer into an enemy of Dragon’s Kiss.
She’d discussed it with Orson, and the two siblings agreed: never put all your eggs in one basket.
If Heaven Demons ever destroyed Forever City, by blood pact with Dragon’s Kiss, adventurers could fall back to Dragon Imperial City.
Usher might be ambitious, but for now he remained under control. As long as the US Triple Crown stood, he’d stay firmly suppressed.
Besides, with two god-tier cities standing on opposite sides of US territory, no matter which direction enemies attacked from, they’d have a quick counter ready.
Disguised by Phantomcraft as Orsix, Orson strolled down Forever City’s bustling avenues with Blank and Sienna on either side.
Seeing all the lanterns and banners, shop after shop bursting with festivities, he scratched his head. “So… what exactly are we celebrating today?”
The two women traded a look, saying nothing.
“You’ve received a gift from Money Traveler: 88,888 gold.”
“You’ve received a gift from God of Iron Cavalry: 23,333 gold.”
“You’ve…”
“…And what’s with everyone sending me these red envelopes? They look down on me or something?”
Gold clinked endlessly. Orson kept grumbling even as he pocketed every gift with practiced ease.
“Please. I’m filthy rich now.”
He smirked to himself, clutching the 200 million gold Sienna had handed over, feeling almost insulted by such small change.
They passed Veijander’s smithy, where the temperature jumped dramatically.
Hovering over the entrance was a sign that read: [Number One in Infinite Dimensions].
“Holy shit, that sign’s made from Sacred Material—Purple Gold Mage Sand.”
Orson let out a low whistle. Once upon a time, Veijander had cowered under a tarp in a rundown stall, getting cursed out by everyone for being a scam.
Now he was brazenly hanging up a sign declaring himself the best in Infinite Dimensions. Talk about life turning around.
In truth, it was less a smithy now than a forge complex built into the mountainside.
Call it change if you wanted—Orson just called it hitting the damn jackpot.
“You worthless brats have no idea how many decades it takes to master this craft!”
A towering figure stood on the divine forge, barking orders at over two hundred apprentice laborers.
“Flame Dragon #12345, tilt it that way, we need local heat up by 200 degrees!”
“That white-haired little girl insisted on a Forbidden Magic weapon. If this flops again, my reputation’s screwed!”
Veijander glanced down, sensing through the servant contract that his real master had arrived.
But all he did was nod with his big ox eyes—no special greeting at all.
“…That’s how he treats customers?”
Orson’s face twitched. Couldn’t say he needed the guy bowing three times and knocking his head on the ground, but a little VIP courtesy wouldn’t hurt.
“Damn it! It’s one thing if Dragon’s Kiss big shots cut in line, but what about them?”
“I’ve been camped out here two days just to get an early number, who do they think they are?!”
“Stop—shut up! Don’t you see who those two ladies are? That’s the Triple Crown winner’s sister and his woman!”
A guild leader went pale, yanking back a few hotheads.
Inside, they found the smithy crammed with high-rollers and guild execs, a long queue of number slips clutched tight. Keep us going by reading on MV_LEM_PYR.
Orson let out a helpless sigh. Forget what he’d just been thinking—Veijander might have garbage customer service, but his forging skills were untouchable.
Even if he kicked you out the door, you’d still come crawling back to beg.
Just the reservation slips for enchantments had topped 4,000.
At this pace, Veijander’s personal builds were booked half a year out.
Sienna explained that once Forever City opened to the world, scalpers had sniffed opportunity immediately—buying slips for 500 gold each and flipping them for twice as much, with front-row numbers selling at insane prices.
No helping it. Veijander was the only forgemaster in all Infinite Dimensions who could reliably make Forbidden Magic-tier gear.
Adventurers from other regions tried every trick to get his work.
Anyone lucky enough to wield a Veijander original instantly became a local legend.
Way flashier than driving a supercar pre-fusion, that was for sure.
Clang!
Clang!
On the forge platform, Veijander slammed his Artifact hammer Thunderfire down, each strike ringing out powerfully.
Heavy sound barriers around the building muffled the noise, so it wouldn’t disrupt the festive crowds.
The trio headed into the guest parlor—a modern tea lounge, complete with AC, plush sofas, holo-projectors, and all kinds of enchanted gadgets.
It gave off a unique blend of high-tech and arcane.
What blew Orson’s mind most was the robot inside.
Covered in tiny magic formations, it floated smoothly and even shot cold blasts from its fingertips to chill drinks on demand.
“Surprised? That’s Veijander’s own son,” Sienna said with a mischievous giggle, delighting in Orson’s clueless expression.
“He hand-built it with an AI engineer. The thing’s smarter than it looks.”
Orson gaped. “…He hand-made a son?”
Legendary didn’t even cover it.
No wonder Veijander had been wearing that tech-heavy visor earlier—he was obsessed with melding magic and science.
Testing the AI bot’s features only deepened Orson’s awe. Domestic service was just a sliver of its capabilities.
“Recognized monster: Level 60-80 Domain Master, Deepsea Ghost Drake.”
“Weak point: Fourth eye.”
“Trait: Hydrophobic. Water skills deal up to 150% bonus damage.”
“Common locations: Swamp Bay, near Endless Pacific.”
Orson stood there dumbstruck.
This AI not only tapped the internet and local channels, it even analyzed player-reported monster data and raid guides in real time.
It could fix one of Hardcore Mode’s biggest problems: information sharing.
Different Heaven Demons had wildly different powers. Plenty of top players died simply from not knowing what they were up against.
But if this spread, everyone could have a personal bestiary and strategy assistant.
“Can we mass-produce it?”
Orson shot Sienna a burning look.
She shook her head. “Look closer at its casing.”
His eyes narrowed. The outer layer was coated in a faintly ceramic-like magical material. “Is that… Heaven’s Soil?”
“Mhm. Dancing Giant Boobs had some left, Veijander talked him into handing it over,” Sienna said.
“My guess is this stuff has some hidden trait that syncs with Infinite Dimensions’ laws. Ordinary AI, no matter how powerful, can only tap into the US internet.”
“Heaven’s Soil…”
Heat swelled in Orson’s chest. His lips curled into a slow grin.
Blank, lounging on the sofa with a cola, smirked and shook her head. “Someone’s about to get in trouble.”
If it was Heaven’s Soil, there was an entire trove waiting above the skies—
And the key to Xinala’s angelic homeland was in his pocket…
“Hand-made son, huh? Should I make one too?”
He peered at the AI bot, eyes sparkling.
Pfft—
Blank sprayed soda everywhere, cheeks going pink. She stood up abruptly and walked out.
“…Is she mad? I didn’t even do anything.” Orson frowned at Sienna.
Sienna was waggling her eyebrows wildly like two little caterpillars. “Didn’t you wonder what we’re celebrating today? You giant idiot—haven’t you figured it out yet?”
“…Wait. You’re not saying—”
Orson shot upright, clutching his hair in shock. A moment later, he bolted after Blank at a dead sprint.
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