Naoko trembled, unable to believe what she was seeing as more than a dozen fireballs flew towards the horizon.
She had seen this attack before. At first glance, it appeared to be just a standard Fireball spell, but in reality, its power was comparable to a small S-class forbidden spell.
"How can there be so many...?" Naoko's expression turned frantic, as she muttered to herself in disbelief. "The city's barrier is invulnerable. This is something no player can shake. Even if he's the US Triple Crown winner, it's impossible!"
"He can't do it!"
"He definitely can't!"
A barrage of singular fireballs quickly approached Sakura District, but Naoko didn't make any decisions. She had placed all her hopes on the city's unbreachable barrier.
Kitagawa: "I really couldn't hold back, sorry. What's the point of throwing a few fireballs so far away? Just venting your frustration?"
The UJ District players nearby paused for a moment before bursting into laughter.
Fighting against game mechanics? This wasn't just foolish—it was borderline insane!
Seeing the others laughing, Naoko felt a slight sense of relief. Maybe it was all just an illusion.
However, in the next moment, the first fireball crashed through the barrier without resistance. Naoko's face froze, her heart clenching as though something terrifying had gripped it.
"How is this possible?!" Naoko's face turned pale as her psychological defenses shattered once again.
"Quick..."
Naoko screamed, but before she could even shout "run," an overwhelming wave of heat engulfed her.
She watched as her delicate, ivory-like arm, caught in Blazing Burn, began to rapidly deteriorate—her skin peeled away, her muscles disintegrated, and her body melted like a puddle of mud.
The mental shock was immense—almost as if she were playing a horror game. Although she didn't feel the pain, it left a psychological scar that would haunt her forever.
Orson unleashed his maximum casting speed.
His mastery of the Mage profession was beyond what ordinary players could comprehend. Typically, A-class area-of-effect magic would take ordinary players 2-4 seconds to cast.
But some steps could be simplified. Each time Orson cast Brahma's Divine Flame, he used basic attacks or explosive Fireballs to interrupt the casting delay, making him cast an unimaginable twelve A-class spells in just twenty seconds—before his mana ran out.
Among these, four of the Brahma's Divine Flames intensified into Dragon Curse, magnifying the spell's power to an unbelievable scale!
SirLagsALot tilted his head, giving him a close-up shot. His eyes went from shock to pure fervor, all within a second.
"God of Magic! The undefeated God of Magic from the US!"
"He has become the Judicator, and he will ascend to the throne of Infinite Dimensions!"
SirLagsALot completely immersed himself in the role of the "God of Magic," his words filled with the kind of fervor that stirred the hearts of the viewers.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
The world-shattering power arrived, sweeping away the remnants of thousands of UJ District players' souls, who howled and trembled in the face of this apocalyptic force!
"He is the indomitable US divine light!" SirLagsALot felt his soul tremble—excitement and terror harmonizing as one.
He couldn't help but roar once more: "Orgod will slaughter all enemies who dare to challenge him!"
Ten kilometers away, a mushroom cloud erupted from Sakura District, reaching a height of over a kilometer. In a two-kilometer radius within the city, merciless flames consumed everything in its path!
"You have killed Naoko. Evil Value +100."
"You have killed..."
The battle logs continued to roll as if mocking the victims.
In the live stream, an overwhelming flood of comments completely covered the screen, with every viewer pouring out their shock and awe.
"What the hell did I just see? Can someone tell me if they can drop nuclear bombs in the game?"
"This is insane! This damn Triple Crown winner! How is he making me feel this good? I'm losing it!"
"911, please? My heart is about to explode, can I even survive this?!"
"This is madness! It's f**king insane!!"
...
The mushroom clouds were not just symbols of death; they were adrenaline shots for US players, fueling their excitement as they screamed in the game and in the live stream!
It felt like they were all on an adrenaline high, screaming in unison, whether in the game or in the live chat.
"The game is over, no more debate, from the past, the present, and into the future—"
SirLagsALot shouted, his voice resonating deeply with the hearts of tens of millions of viewers: "From this day forward, he is the number one mage in Infinite Dimensions! Undisputed!"
The fans in the live stream were reaching a boiling point.
They couldn't take it anymore, wanting to shout, to cheer, to join that man in battle!
"This guy is a top-tier talent."
Orson listened to SirLagsALot's hype, feeling the bloodline deep within him stir in response.
He was really getting fired up!
Thousand Hands players instinctively stood up from the respawn point, only to melt back into the water of the fountain once again.
They were paying homage to the ancestors from a hundred years ago, howling in the flames, praying for salvation from the UJ gods.
But they wouldn't receive any answer.
What awaited them was only the relentless judgment of the Infinite Dimensions' God of Magic!
"Invalid healing!"
"Invalid healing!"
...
Kitagawa stared blankly at the respawn point, and the others did the same, realizing with shock that even the healing NPC had died?
This was an elite NPC with over 3 million health!
With its healing aura, it could regenerate health at an incredible rate. In many ways, this NPC was nearly invincible, but it was forcefully killed by a player's skill!
It was tragic, for in their minds, NPCs were supposed to be near-indestructible, invincible beings.
Little did they know, Orson had slaughtered far stronger NPCs, and a healing NPC that couldn't fight back was just a sitting target.
At a ten-kilometer casting range, and without using his Divine Emperor Earring, Orson didn't focus on targeting the Thousand Hands players specifically. Instead, he concentrated most of his firepower on the healer.
Seven fatal strikes, each dealing over 900,000 damage. Even the healing NPC couldn't keep up with that much damage.
Charles: "Charge! Grab everything!"
Lauren: "The company will split the loot 80-20. Whoever grabs it first, wins."
With Thousand Hands' guild wiped out once more, a dazzling array of loot covered the ground.
Under the direction of the two capitalists, over 300 hired laborers rushed in to claim the godly riches that had fallen from the heavens!
"Damn! My hero weapon dropped! I spent 10 million yen crafting that!"
"Shit, I lost over a thousand gold! This is a huge loss!"
"This isn't real! All my twenty Soul Essence Stones dropped...damn it!!!"
As a swarm of low-level accounts rushed into the city, picking up loot left and right, they cared nothing for ethics or fair play. This caused Thousand Hands players to panic.
"You useless slave players, die!"
Kitagawa screamed, standing up the moment Brahma's Divine Flame's burn effect ended. He immediately fired five arrows, killing one low-level player with each shot.
Seeing this, the others followed suit. They couldn't afford to let the loot slip away.
Each of these top players had invested tens of thousands of gold into Infinite Dimensions. They wouldn't allow these random low-level players to profit from the chaos.
Naoko resurrected and stood up, her gaze immediately falling on her teammates, now turning red with blood, and the ever-increasing Evil Values. She quickly realized something was wrong: "Stop! Stop right now!"
Charles: "Hahaha, they think they're Orgod, actually killing green-name players in the city?"
Lauren: "Orson, you've really outdone yourself."
Truck Driving Man, shot by Kitagawa, fell to the ground and began laughing hysterically in the regional chat.
Even though he had dropped a purple item, he didn't feel a hint of regret.
Instead, he immediately chose to respawn and began scavenging for more gear.
Naoko: "Bastards! Bastards! You've all fallen for his trick! These low-level accounts are his people! He's deliberately getting us to kill them so we get more Evil Value!"
Despite Naoko realizing the trap, Kitagawa and the others, desperate to recover their losses, were already red-eyed with rage and continued killing.
Their Evil Value quickly soared over a thousand, turning their names a deep crimson.
"Such naive UJ players." Orson received news that Naoko and her group had fallen into his trap, and he couldn't help but feel amused. This girl was so easy to fool.
According to Infinite Dimensions' rules, when a high-level player kills a low-level player with a level gap greater than 15, the Evil Value penalty would be multiplied by five.
This penalty was second only to the punishment for killing NPCs.
Orson's Evil Value had already surpassed the sky, reaching an unprecedented 700,000 Evil Value.
But with the title "Bloodthirsty Butcher," it didn't matter. No matter how much he farmed his Evil Value, it would reset every time he was killed, with all his equipment dropping.
This was the ultimate "the more, the merrier" strategy.
But for these Thousand Hands players,
once their Evil Value became too high, all their drops—equipment, gold, experience—would be significantly increased.
Seeing that the time was right, Orson restored some of his mana and stood up again.
His staff swung, and the Song of Death played!