Orson thought for a moment and allocated the 2,000 attribute points he had left into spell attack power. With his total attack power reaching 6,000, and with the Heavenly Spirit's Right Eye adding 30 times critical damage, combined with his own 1x critical damage bonus, he realized that his theoretical normal attack could deal 186,000 damage in one hit!
If he used Blazing Burn for an instant burst, his damage would exceed 200,000 in one attack!
This was just a regular hit. If he activated Whisper of the Wind, his attack speed would reach six attacks per second in an optimal state.
If he ran into a boss with over 100 million health now, he could vaporize it in a matter of minutes!
It was indeed an absurd amount of power. But Orson also knew very well that in real combat, things didn't always go as smoothly. Bosses wouldn't just stand still and let him chop away at them.
Moreover, in the later stages of Infinite Dimensions, bosses became more formidable, with more powerful damage reduction, self-healing, and invincibility mechanics. Especially with some bosses that had strong mechanics, as long as they still had health, they could wipe out players in one hit.
In his past life, even some top-tier experts who had a perfect start ended up failing in hardcore modes in the later stages. Orson knew better than to let his guard down.
He then allocated the remaining 200 points into agility. His critical rate increased by 3%, and agility improved his attack speed by only 0.1.
This was just how it was—mages had the lowest growth in agility, health, and defense among the six main classes.
Normally, most mages would allocate their points with a 3+1+1 strategy, focusing on attack power, mana, and health. Health and mana would be enhanced by Soul Seals, so there was no need to focus on those.
As for defense…
Mages didn't really rely on it. It was all about their equipment, which is why playing as a mage could be quite expensive.
"Submit the task," Orson muttered to himself.
However, after a brief pause, the expected global announcement didn't appear. Orson raised an eyebrow. "No notice for completing the twenty towns? At least give me some attribute points."
Ding dong—
"You have received 100 bottles of Rootless Water."
Rootless Water
Rarity: Sacred Relic
Effect 1: Has the ability to induce transformation in rare plants.
Effect 2: Drinking this water grants one resurrection and immunity from penalties after death.
Orson froze. 100 bottles of crystal-clear Rootless Water appeared in his bag.
Wait a minute!
The quest reward was supposed to be a huge amount of points, wasn't it? Why just 100 bottles?
"Because the half-beast Queen Ninelra has not yet gathered the lost half-beast population, this task is not yet completed!"
"The half-beast Queen needs to reassemble the lost half-beast citizens in the towns. Only when 50% of the towns are occupied can the Half-Orc Empire be successfully founded."
"Task duration: 15 days."
"You may assist Ninelra in gathering the half-beasts. Upon successful foundation of the empire, everyone involved will receive rewards."
"Failure penalty: Your intimacy with Ninelra will be reset to zero."
"What the hell! You're telling me whether the task is complete doesn't even depend on me?" Orson couldn't help but curse. He hadn't expected the hidden task to be this troublesome after the change.
"Due to your outstanding contributions to the half-beast race, you have earned the opportunity to visit the Sacred Land of the Half-Beasts."
"Sacred Land of the Half-Beasts?"
Orson felt a wave of relief. From his experience, this likely meant there would be follow-up opportunity tasks. Special dungeons, like sacred lands or sanctuaries, typically appeared after completing difficult tasks for indigenous factions.
"Our friendship will remain unbreakable!" Ninelra exclaimed excitedly.
"That's right, that's right!" Orson was getting impatient. He was eager to log out and rest, not to mention dealing with guild funding issues.
Just as he finished speaking, four half-beast priests raised their staffs, and a spatial rift opened before them.
"Do you wish to enter the Sacred Land of the Half-Beasts?"
Orson thought for a moment, then decided to step into the teleportation circle with Ninelra.
The screen flickered, and after a long while, Orson slowly regained his senses.
Before him lay a lush and green forest. The ground was lined with ancient stone steps, and he stood at what seemed like a half-beast altar.
A cool wind blew through, and the sounds of birds and flowers filled the air, soothing his weary body.
"Mmm… it's magnificent," Orson commented, his eyes lighting up.
In the distance, a majestic mountain range stretched endlessly, encircling the central peak where Orson stood.
"You have discovered the Sacred Land of the Half-Beasts—The Hidden Dragon Abyss!"
A subtitle popped up. Upon seeing the name, Orson's scalp tingled.
"Flying dragons ascend to the heavens, sinking into the abyss!"
"The hidden dragon lurks in the abyss, soaring with the clouds!"
Orson couldn't help but think of these lines. Was there a dragon here? Was it like the Bone Dragon Stronghold?
The dead dragon in the Bone Dragon Stronghold had led him to the Celestial Fortress. Now this place was named so dramatically…
Orson's thoughts raced. He recalled the half-beasts constantly referring to the "Dragon God." Was there a connection here?
Looking around, he noticed steep cliffs surrounding the altar. Above him were dozens of ancient, low stone houses.
Half-beast men and women, some with animal ears and sharp fangs, emerged from the stone houses, looking at him with curious but cautious eyes.
"What a strange landscape," Orson marveled.
Even though he had explored many ancient ruins in his past life, he had never seen such a magnificent view. The circular mountain range with a towering peak in the center was unlike anything he had encountered before.
It felt as though the moment a volcano erupted, its destructive lava flow solidified into this strange, massive peak.
At that moment, several flying beasts whizzed by, their speeds so fast they left afterimages in their wake.
The Crimson Lizard King in the battle space stirred restlessly.
Orson's eyes flashed as he checked the attributes of the flying beasts.
Sacred Guardian · Lion-Faced Dragon
Level: 90
Super Elite Creature
Health: 60 million
Attack Power: ?
Skills: ?
Sacred Guardian · Thunder Phoenix
Level: 100
Super Elite Creature
Health: 80 million
Attack Power: ?
Skills: ?
"Holy shit…"
Orson's face turned pale. A thunderbird with a wingspan of barely fifty meters was level 100!
Even with his current stats, he couldn't even see the creature's full attributes.
80 million health wasn't too outrageous for domain boss-level monsters, but this was just a Super Elite!
Orson felt a chill down his spine. These creatures weren't demons. They seemed to exist solely to guard this sacred land.
However, what was strange was that these powerful creatures didn't seem hostile at all. They gave off a peaceful and serene vibe, as if they didn't care about his presence.
Normally, in Infinite Dimensions, the stronger creatures were the more bloodthirsty and territorial, often engaging in vicious fights over their territory. But these beasts didn't seem to mind at all.
This led Orson to realize something—Ninelra couldn't command the Sacred Land's guardians.
He then heard the sound of flowing water, soft but rhythmic, calling his attention.
Curious, Orson walked to the edge of the cliff.
Frowning, he focused and saw a massive stone chalice with water flowing from its center.
"Rootless Water??"
Orson's jaw dropped. He couldn't believe his eyes.
Upon closer inspection, he confirmed it—this was the spring of Rootless Water!
What the hell…
A surge of anger flooded Orson's heart. In a flash, he summoned the Crimson Lizard King!
This woman with the beast ears had been toying with him!
She tricked him into fighting the Bloodaxe King with a bottle of Rootless Water. Then, using 100 bottles as bait, she had him destroy twenty towns, killing hundreds of thousands of orcs!
And now, here he was, staring at an entire pool of the stuff?