Infinite Range: The Sniper Mage-Chapter 555: Even He’d Feel Guilty

This hidden mission was faction-based—every attacker came from the Dark Dragon Empire.

Ever since Usher had pioneered the Dark Dragon path, new players could now choose the Dark Dragon Empire as their starting faction during character creation in Infinite Dimensions.

True Bleed -70,000

"You dare!" Preston roared.

The Spirit Tribe prince—cut down by the art of their hated dark kin—was beyond insulted.

He lashed out with both blades.

Blank dodged instinctively but forgot one thing: he still had his relic.

A blinding flash of light.

Chasewing Halo activated.

Preston closed the distance in a blink.

Crit -50,000!

His blade pierced her shoulder, draining her HP in a flash.

Blank gritted her teeth.

Even with matching skills, this NPC was faster, more refined, and blessed with a relic.

She popped a high-tier red potion, but it wasn't enough.

"Die, heretic!" Preston shrieked, charging again.

"Don't give up, Emma," Blank thought. "As long as I'm alive, I won't let myself regret this."

The Bruce Family's pride wouldn't let her be someone else's burden.

Her eyes flashed.

Time seemed to slow.

She could see every twitch of Preston's muscles. His breathing. His heartbeat.

Miss!

She leaned back.

The blade grazed her forehead—cutting a few strands of hair.

"I feel… lighter," she realized.

With a rogue's grace no normal player could match, she dodged the impossible.

Awakening: Shadowfang Assault

An A-Class assassination skill—grants perfect dodge and a guaranteed deathblow on your next strike.

Slash!

Blood sprayed. Preston's neck nearly severed.

Lethal Strike -7 million!

For a Saint Lord with 70 million HP, that wasn't lethal.

But to be wounded—by a rogue? Unthinkable shame.

"Give me more time, and I'd win a one-on-one… but I can't risk the cleric line."

Blank retreated, gulping Rootless Water to prepare for round two. She planned to kite him into her guild's healers.

Letting Preston into the support line would be catastrophic.

"You're dead, you filthy woman!" Preston howled.

He charged, bloodlust overtaking him. He ditched all protection, lunging straight into a wall of knight shields to kill her.

"Damn fanatic," Blank cursed.

Her HP was low, skills on cooldown—but she couldn't watch her teammates fall.

Boom!

A lance of elemental energy tore across the sky, curved mid-air, and impaled Preston square in the gut.

Lethal Strike -12 million!

"Tell me," said a cold voice, "who exactly were you going to crush?"

Dust exploded skyward.

A man in a skull mask slammed into the earth like a meteor. The ground cracked beneath his feet.

He rose from the crater, dark-red battle aura glowing like firelight.

"Showing off again?" Blank's cheeks flushed. Her eyes—visible beyond her mask—sparkled.

A dark-gold gauntlet pulled her into a firm embrace.

A low voice rumbled in her ear.

"Maybe. But if you died in my line of sight, I'd feel guilty."

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