Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage-Chapter 352 - : I Just Need a Little Bit of Luck

Crimson Lizard King needed to keep the Divine Forge heated, and Orson couldn't leave the Grey Dwarves' secret realm for the time being.

Fortunately, the area was vast, with many high-level monsters scattered across several hundred kilometers, and more than twenty monster spawn points in the vicinity.

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To quickly make up for his losses, Orson activated Ice Prison Ring and began clearing the entire map, leaving nothing but death in his wake. The lower-level monsters, terrified, scattered like headless chickens, fearing they might be accidentally killed by the menace that was Orson.

"Unfortunately, your equipment forging has failed."

Orson shook his head helplessly as he received the news of his lost coins and materials.

However, he had mentally prepared for this. If Artifact-level equipment were so easy to forge, the wealthy players of his previous life would have had a set by now.

He continued to clear the monsters at full speed, his experience steadily rising.

"Congratulations! Your equipment forging was successful!"

A few hours later, Orson's attention shifted, and he quickly returned to the forging area, but his interest quickly waned.

It was just an ordinary Supreme · Desolation set, with incredibly high stats, but it didn't activate the Soul Devourer effect.

Not to mention transforming it into an Artifact set, it had no chance.

"I just saw a Forbidden Magic weapon for a 50-level mage flash on the leaderboard?"

"Shit! I saw it too! Why did it disappear? Was it a bug?"

A group of players staring at the equipment leaderboard were bewildered.

This set of equipment, in Orson's eyes, was garbage. But if it were listed on the Imperial Auction House, it would easily sell for five million gold, making mages with deep pockets go wild.

Of course, even if someone bought it, for Orson, it was still a loss. The value of the three Divine-tier materials used was far more than that price.

"I just need a little bit of luck, my lord. I'll definitely fulfill my mission!"

Veijander hurriedly expressed his apologies, fearing he might anger the gambling man in front of him.

Orson nodded, not speaking, and redirected his frustration onto the monsters.

Another four hours passed, and Orson returned once more.

However, the result was the same as before, only this time the equipment stats were even more exaggerated.

Soon, a full day had passed…

Orson's heart felt like it was bleeding. Over three hundred thousand gold in fees, and countless materials had gone up in smoke.

He logged off to eat a plate of cheese, then got right back to the forging.

"Dammit, I'm not going to give up. With my luck, I will accomplish the greatest feat for the least cost!"

Orson gritted his teeth, now understanding why many wealthy players in his previous life had spiraled due to gambling on chests, Soul Seals, and equipment.

It was just so addictive!

The temptations in Infinite Dimensions were huge—ordinary players just couldn't stop themselves from gambling!

"Crazy! Crazy! Wind Tears price has doubled!"

"Soul Crystal has increased by 80%! Is the price in the US region going to collapse? This stuff is needed for many legendary gear; how are we supposed to play?"

"Absurd! The 40-level Public Dungeon has more players than monsters!"

"Six major guilds, nearly ten thousand players, and they're competing with me for ores? Damn!"

The auction house was consuming materials like crazy, prices were skyrocketing, and everyone in the region was going mad.

Hundreds of gold-farming studios stopped farming gold, stopped helping new players, and all started mining everywhere to gather materials…

The amount of materials Orson had consumed was huge, creating hundreds of golden-handed players who had become millionaires.

This nationwide mining spree had just begun!

Meanwhile, the Pondenorlin City battle for the throne was still ongoing. Every day, a large number of famous players, carrying noble titles, came to challenge.

The Golden Dragon Knight's health kept decreasing, now below 60%, giving the top players hope!

Becoming the ruler of a capital city, dominating the rise and fall of the entire map, was an irresistible temptation!

Veijander: "I just need a little bit of luck, master, don't worry! I'll definitely live up to the mission!"

Veijander: "I'm just a billion short of luck, master, don't worry! I'll definitely live up to the mission!"

Four more days passed, and Orson was growing more frustrated. His level had already reached 59.

Veijander's annoying voice was like a nightmare echoing in his ears…

During this time, the Soul Devourer feature had appeared eight times!

At first, Orson was calm and continued to reforge, but as time went on, his gold slowly dwindled.

Orson was finally forced into a dilemma.

The gold from the offline auction had already been exhausted, leaving nothing behind. Even the twenty million gold Mr. Carter had sent was now half gone…

Orson was getting blurry-eyed. He was starting to feel like he was losing his mind.

While grinding a level 70 monster boss, a three-legged golden toad, he mistook it for a moving golden mountain, nearly leaping at it!

Godslayer Guild Channel:

Orgod: "90-level Forbidden Magic Dagger [Che Guevara's Dagger of Greed!], starting at 500,000 gold. Who's interested in my equipment…"

Upon hearing this, the entire guild was stunned. The number one player in Infinite Dimensions was about to sell his belongings and run away?

Madman: "What the hell! That's my exclusive weapon! Stop right now!"

Bradley: "It's over… it's over, I still have 100,000 gold to grab!"

Nightshade: "~~If you lose, don't touch the guild's funds!"

Madman vehemently protested, stating that the Che Guevara's Dagger of Greed! was his exclusive weapon and that he needed to keep it in his inventory to motivate himself to level up quickly.

So he stormed into Orson's room, grabbing him by the neck and forcing him to hand it over…

God, Jesus, Mary! Don't you see what you're doing?!

"Am I really going to fall before a set of equipment?"

Orson threw his head back and screamed, his eyes bloodshot as he activated Dragon Curse Howl of Fury.

Over a dozen Death Stars bombarded down, tearing apart a massive forest, annihilating thousands of monsters in a cataclysmic explosion.

This was just too frustrating!

And the torment was far from over…

"Extra! Extra! Silver Dragon Knight King is coming! The Golden Dragon Knight might not survive!"

"Latest intel! Demon Emperor is about to challenge Golden Dragon Knight. This old guy's health is so thick, he might just wear down the Dragon Knight!"

"Wedge, who's been missing for ages, has returned! He's aiming for Pondenorlin City, this could be the last chance for the SSR remnants!"

"NPC Sea Dragon Knight was defeated! After so much time, it only took Golden Dragon Knight down by 4% health—what a joke!"

Seven days left to challenge Golden Dragon Knight, and the last day came.

Pondenorlin City, the main capital city, was crowded with players, numbering in the millions.

It was extremely rare to see giant dragon battle beasts, chimeras, and Vilitian Beasts all in one place—more than twenty of them appeared at once.

Most of them were Dragon Knight players nurtured by major guilds, who had poured all their resources into them.

It was undoubtedly a grand event!