Lethal Strike – 26 million!
Matter Disintegrated!
Matter Disintegrated!
Matter Disintegrated!
"What kind of spell was that?! A 26 million Lethal Strike?!"
"Holy shit! He's human?!"
The shock was bone-deep. Across Infinite Dimensions, players screamed into their holographic displays.
In the official livestream, the broadcast crew had gone pale. Orgod's dominance in the first ever stronghold war was initially explained away as "elite-level gameplay." After all, he'd ruled Sword and Conquest for three years.
A legendary comeback? That made sense.
Soloing an entire Nakah's Daughters magic warship?!
This wasn't "player skill" anymore.
The male host frowned, ready to say more—then stopped himself.
Everyone else in the studio understood what he wanted to say… but no one dared say it out loud in front of a hundred million viewers.
Especially after the production team had received a "friendly reminder" from the authorities:
No public doubt of Godslayer Guild.
And absolutely no undermining their narrative.
Their job, after all, was not just broadcasting.
So the host awkwardly adjusted his greased-back hair and forced a smile.
"Orgod's execution was absolutely flawless! That must have been an S-rank fire magic spell. With his uncanny insight, he pinpointed the warship's weakness perfectly!"
The female host added with enthusiasm:
"Right! While it looked incomprehensible at first glance, Orgod's magic hit a fatal point. The Empire's forces suffered a devastating loss!"
SirLagsALot glanced sideways at the pair of shameless talking heads and muttered under his breath,
"Maybe you guys should spend less time blowing smoke and more time actually playing the game. Didn't you see the warship was carrying a special buff?"
"Barrier Shatter. Matter Disintegration… it bypassed the health pool entirely and unraveled the ship's core structure!"
That snapped everyone out of their daze.
The wreckage on screen still burned, its flames slowly eating away at the ship's frame until it collapsed into thousands of molten fragments.
Interestingly, most of the high-level NPCs aboard had survived.
Elite and Lord-class NPCs with over 5 million HP were still breathing—barely, after the high-altitude crash.
Dance of the Fan-Flame.
Orson's custom fusion of wind and fire magic—a borderline S-rank awakened pseudo-Forbidden Curse.
Its raw damage wasn't insane by itself—just a basic "1 + 1."
But with a 31x crit multiplier, it delivered a lethal strike strong enough to vaporize most units on contact.
In addition, Hurricane Spear's mana-crippling effect had evolved into Chaos: Barrier Shatter.
It directly bypassed defenses on medium-scale barriers with under 100 million HP, ignoring all resistance buffs.
Judgment Flame's usual area-of-effect pull had also been massively upgraded. Its burn effect had become Chaos: Matter Disintegration—
A debuff that broke down any magical construct under the "sacred artifact" tier into its base components after taking 10% damage.
Combined, the two chaos buffs created the ultimate demolition toolkit.
Chaos Fusion had an abysmal success rate.
Orson had spent an entire day grinding in Forever City's training grounds to raise the rate from 5% to 11%.
He only dared use it now to leave a divine impression on future believers.
Because if it failed?
And in battle, being stuck in the "Sage State" (cooldown lockout) could be fatal.
Also, that strange Enlightenment state from earlier?
You couldn't trigger it on command.
In tester slang, it was like chasing a dream girl your whole life and finally having her fall into your arms—only to realize you forgot protection.
Even top-tier trial players, wielders of Law, never knew when their next breakthrough would happen.
Some found it mid-battle.
Others, in perfect calm.
It was personal, unpredictable.
Orson glanced at his talent tree and nodded.
Thanks to that Enlightenment, Dance of the Fan-Flame now had a 44% fusion success rate.
Equivalent to a week's worth of grinding.
"Nakah's Daughters—Kill him!!"
Pontiff Bilsatz, bloodied and scorched, dragged himself from the wreckage and screamed in fury.
Orson landed calmly as over a thousand church elite spread out and charged.
Battle cries echoed like thunder as healing auras fell across the field, fortifying the bodies of charging knights.
"By the brilliance of the Divine!"
Dozens of clerics began casting offensive spells—bright stars flaring across the battlefield.
"We've got your back! Let's wipe these zealots!"
"Man blew up a warship and these guys are still yapping? Get 'em!"
"We're not a top-tier guild, but we'll buy Orgod a few seconds if we can!"
The once-passive spectators erupted.
They weren't strong. They knew it.
But who cared if they could revive?
They roared their support.
Orson looked upon them with a smile and shook his head softly.
"The light you each carry… may one day become a wildfire. But for now…"
He raised his War Supreme staff, calm as ever.
"…all I ask is that you remember me. Remember what I've done. One day, you'll be legends too."
"I'll be waiting to dance beside you."
A chill ran down every spine.
An inexplicable surge of emotion welled in the chest.
"One day, I'll surpass you!"
A young warrior's voice rang out, cracking with emotion.
A black shadow passed over him as he clenched his low-tier iron sword and stared at the starlit figure standing atop the Death God Dragon King.
"Wait for me! I'll do it! I'll surpass every player, every NPC!"
Thus, the heart of a blood-heated youth ignited.
And he was just one among countless souls stirred by the divine.
"Embrace the breath of the Underworld, insects."
"My master… is eternal."
The Crimson Lizard King opened its abyssal jaws. Its chilling, arrogant voice shattered the fourth wall,
sending shockwaves through the souls of Infinite Dimensions' player base.
"All it takes is a single thought... to become eternal."
In the livestream, SirLagsALot's voice turned solemn. Tears streaked down his face.
"This moment… a god among mortals has upended the world of Infinite Dimensions. And I… I see it clearly—our people, our nation will shine like a sky of stars."
His voice swelled and cracked as viewers wept openly.
Watching a godlike figure decimate all who stood before him? That was exhilarating.
But watching a forerunner—a mortal—pave the way to divinity?
That was revolutionary.
Among billions of mortals, there was one Orgod.
But why not a second?
Once branded a cheater, exiled from all servers.
Once a washed-up gold farmer, grinding for his sister's surgery.
Now, an undying legend who slayed an emperor.
The God of Mortals… was mortal himself.
So why couldn't the next Orgod be you?
This… was the true power of a god.
Not destruction. Not domination.
But the power to ignite belief in every soul.