"This is insane… He really is a one-man army! That attack speed is off the charts!" the male commentator gasped.
"Wait! There's more arrow rain coming from behind Orgod—what the hell?!"
The female host cried out in shock. All eyes locked onto the holo-display as even SirLagsALot started losing his cool.
"Hell no… Is this dude actually cheating?"
Arrows came from three directions.
A black swarm of death closed in, sealing every possible inch of Orson's movement space like an inescapable net.
"Not bad," Orson muttered with a glint in his eye. The whistling of arrows filled his ears, like wailing spirits sweeping through a haunted battlefield.
"Clone skill? No… this is mirroring."
He glanced to the side and spotted a strange humanoid silhouette. It moved in perfect sync with Usher, drawing a bow in tandem.
It resembled the Supreme Soul Disc clone, but there was no delay, no telltale signs—it mimicked Usher exactly.
This wasn't a mere illusion. This was something more.
Low-tier mirror magic was usually just glorified visual effects, unable to deal actual damage. But judging by the scale of this assault, that rule no longer applied.
Usher remained stoic.
He knew exactly what kind of opponent he was up against.
Even with his Demon Archer S-rank ultimate, he wouldn't dare hold back.
S-Rank Signature Skill: Hell Golem.
For five minutes, the Hell Golem perfectly mirrors the caster's every move.
All stats and signature abilities are copied and synchronized.
"This skill… What the hell? It's even more broken than Orgod's split clone!"
"Honestly, this is the most busted mirror-type skill we've ever seen. No need to control it—it's just two more DPS units dropped into the fight."
The chat exploded.
If this had been Orgod's main body instead of a clone, even he might have been in trouble.
But in the middle of the arrow storm, Orson merely chuckled.
"Not bad. You've actually managed to pique my interest."
His calm, mocking tone only enraged the Dragon's Kiss Guild even more.
"Still running your mouth when you're about to die?! We'll see what you've got left!" CrimsonTiger growled.
"Slaughtering some Kingdom-tier monsters doesn't mean a damn thing!" Skyslasher added. "Now that Hell Golem's in play, you're done!"
"Early game you caught us off guard. But now? You're up against Usher at his peak. He's unbeatable," Ivy said coldly.
With three Divine Soul Seals under his belt, Usher represented the pinnacle of Infinite Dimensions power.
To them, this wasn't even a contest.
They knew this was just Orgod's clone.
But with their massive media presence, their army of streamers, and their PR machinery—they could twist this however they wanted.
Clone or not, they would sell this victory as Usher killing Orgod.
That was all that mattered.
Smash the myth.
Shatter the legend.
But Orson?
He just smiled.
"If this is peak form… it's still not enough."
He didn't even flinch in the face of the arrow storm.
He knew dodging would be pointless against an assault this intense.
"Golden Rule."
His smirk vanished.
His eyes gleamed gold, and golden light burst from his skin.
A blinding sun ignited in the darkness.
Then he spoke, voice deep and commanding:
"Tenfold Gravity."
"What—?!"
The entire Dragon's Kiss Guild froze. A low rumble echoed through the Demonic Cathedral.
Tenfold Gravity!
Tenfold Gravity!
Their bodies slammed to the ground.
Their armor doubled, tripled in weight.
Knees buckled.
Everyone fell—every last one of them—into a kneeling position, as if they were worshipping the man bathed in divine gold.
"Wait… they're kneeling?!"
"Bro, are they actually submitting mid-fight?! What is happening right now?!"
"Yo… this is embarrassing. Dragon's Kiss Guild just folded to the Triple Crown winner!"
The entire nation watched, stunned.
Supporters of Dragon's Kiss turned red with shame.
Even through a screen, it was a secondhand cringe disaster.
"Whew... this is deliciously awkward," SirLagsALot snorted.
"What, standing was too tiring? Figured kneeling was more comfortable?"
"King's Authority..."
Usher gritted his teeth and forced himself upright, blood dripping as he fought through the oppressive weight.
Arrows slowed down mid-flight, their speed crippled by gravity.
Exactly what Orson wanted.
No expression. No wasted motion.
He swung his Supreme Arcane Blade once more.
"Ice Prison Ring."
Frost surged outward.
A massive storm of ice erupted, freezing the battlefield within a ten-kilometer radius.
CrimsonTiger's expression twisted.
"Bastard! He's trying to humiliate us!"
Just as Dragon's Kiss members tried to push themselves back up, their knees hit the ground again—locked in place, frozen and crushed by gravity.
Their only choice was to burn Body Domination skills to shake free.
Orson strolled out of the barrage like he was taking a walk in the park.
Arrows that would shred top-tier players simply shattered against him, bouncing off like toy darts.
And this was just a clone.
People were losing their minds.
"Awakening: Hurricane Spear."
He raised his hand, summoning a chaotic hexagram.
His War Supreme Robe billowed with wind.
A sense of invincibility radiated from him, making the Dragon's Kiss elite feel like they'd just stepped into a blizzard.
SWOOSH!
The Hurricane Spear tore through the sky—so fast it could barely be tracked.
Usher took a deep breath, downing eight bottles of ultra-high-tier resistance potions.
Freeze: Cleared.
Burn: Cleared.
Slow: Cleared.
...
"You're really going all out, huh?"
Orson couldn't help but shake his head.
Each potion cost a fortune—Usher just chugged them like soda.
But Usher's eyes were like steel.
"I will not lose."
Every ounce of his being was locked into this battle.
Awakening: Arrow Shatters Mountain and Sea!
Usher's bowstring snapped back to full draw.
A crimson beam exploded forth, slamming into Hurricane Spear.
Both were A-tier skills, but even with buffed stats, Usher's crimson light was overwhelmed and shattered instantly.
BOOM!
But then—two more crimson beams from the Hell Golem clones struck!
The spear finally shattered.
Orson raised his hand again.
"Awakening: Lord of the Underworld—"
"Too slow!"
Usher smirked.
Before the spell finished casting, a cursed arrow shot straight at Orson's face.
His expression tightened—he canceled the spell and dodged sideways.
CRIT - 50,000!
CRIT - 50,000!
Two more arrows ripped into his back.
Two cursed flowers bloomed on impact, spreading a purple miasma.
You've been marked by Demonflower Curse.
All incoming damage increased by 50%.
Debuff: Crippling + Fatality chance boosted.
Orson's face darkened.
This was exactly why he hated dealing with archers and rogues.
Even though mages didn't need chants in Infinite Dimensions, they still couldn't compete with those classes in attack speed or spell uptime.
CRIT - 90,000!
CRIT - 100,000!
Crippling Blow - 500,000!
Orson tried to cast Chaos Magic Ball, but the skill was interrupted mid-cast.
More arrows landed.
Blood sprayed.
His HP dropped by a third in seconds.
He grimaced.
His Supreme Soul Disc clone only inherited 50% of his real stats.
Facing three archers of this caliber—same skills, same buffs—he couldn't react fast enough to everything.
"Orgod! Orgod! Did you ever imagine you'd see this day?!"
Usher's cold expression finally broke.
He laughed—loud, arrogant, triumphant.
His ultimate nemesis—brought to his knees.
This would be the day Orgod fell.