“Form an alliance… quickly, let’s kill this demon!” One of the Holy Light Church NPCs shouted in anger, realizing the danger too late.
“The road to life is behind me,” Orson said, taking a few steps back, not to retreat, but to block the door. He sneered, “But death is right before your eyes.”
“Kill!”
“For the Light Dragon Empire!”
More than ten Lord-Class NPCs, realizing the threat, immediately sprang into action, unleashing a barrage of combat skills and magical lights like a tidal wave, crashing toward Orson.
“Is it a full-on assault for the Empire?” Orson sneered coldly.
Critical Hit -7000!
-2300
Critical Hit -5000!
…
Dozens of attacks clanged against Orson’s War Supreme armor, but they barely made a dent. The strongest attack only reduced his health by around 5%.
“A great show, a great Light Dragon Empire,” Orson mused, his smile bitter and filled with disdain, standing above the bloodthirsty, perverse prey like a predator from the top of the food chain.
After unlocking the Heavenly Spirit’s Right Eye with divine essence, his max health had been increased to master level.
Heavenly Spirit’s Right Eye
Passive Skill 1: Every monster kill grants +10 HP (Master level max: 3,520,000/8,000,000 HP)
Passive Skill 2: Divine Might – Every 1 million HP grants 0.001% slaying effect, ignoring target HP/defense/resistance. (Current: 0.006%)
Active Skill: Ancient Sage’s Eye – See the origins of all broken items and gain clues.
With his current health topping 4.7 million, 3700 physical defense, and 50% resistance reduction, even facing bosses with King’s Authority, Orson could fight several rounds.
In comparison, these 80-level Lord NPCs were nothing more than ants before him. The law of the jungle remained constant: the weak perish, whether before or after the apocalypse.
The bloodline of the enslaved vampires standing before him was the best example. Living was equivalent to descending into hell, and death gave no respite.
The Holy Light Church NPCs who controlled these vampires, and Orson who controlled these indulgent NPCs, were essentially no different.
Orson’s face remained cold as he looked at these creatures, devoid of any sympathy but also not totally devoid of understanding. However, he was no savior.
To defeat evil with evil!
To suppress violence with violence!
Only absolute force could erase these perverted beings’ souls.
“Heretic! Stop your madness! I am one of the four Red-Robed Archbishops of the Conqueror Sect! You will face divine retribution for striking me!” A Domain Lord-Class NPC swung their staff, creating a dazzling array of sword lights coming at Orson.
“I am the Imperial Count of the Golden House! Strike me and you declare war on the Empire! You bastard!” Another NPC, dressed in opulent robes, shouted in outrage.
Seeing the high-ranking archbishops and powerful figures take action, the surrounding NPCs stood firm, ready to launch a combined attack, chanting dark incantations.
“There’s no need to announce your titles; they mean nothing to the dead,” Orson whispered coldly, shifting into his Chaos Mage form.
The six-pointed star of Chaos gleamed with light, surrounded by falling stars, drawing in countless elemental forces.
Awakened – Grip of the Underworld!
With a mere wave of his hand, Orson summoned a terrifying, gigantic hand from the ground, sending the tavern’s roof flying into the air.
Magic Backlash!
Spell Interrupted!
Multiple Domain Master NPCs had their spells interrupted, quickly caught by the massive hand and thrown into the air!
Orson gazed at the NPCs, their faces full of despair: “Listen to the silence of death.”
Awakened – Judgment Flame!
Orson’s Supreme Arcane Blade rose slightly, and a death star launched into the air. The two abilities exploded with terrifying power just as the Grip of the Underworld closed.
Critical Hit -9,000,000!
Critical Hit -7,200,000!
Critical Hit -1,600,000!
…
In an instant, the desperate cries vanished, leaving only eerie silence. Dozens of the Empire’s most powerful nobles were wiped out, leaving only a wealth of loot shimmering on the ground.
“You… what did you do?!”
“We don’t need your revenge! You’ll be the death of us!”
“Their deaths are not our fault! Light God, please forgive us sinners!”
The group of blood slaves knelt in terror, not showing gratitude for Orson’s intervention but instead trembling in fear, as if he were the true cause of their tragedy.
Orson sneered lightly, casting a scornful glance over the group of naked blood slaves. “Revenge for you? Do you even deserve it?”
The blood slaves exchanged confused glances, unsure of how to respond.
Only Laketon, possessed by a Heaven Demon, let out an eerily loud laugh.
Laketon’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he said, “Master, I must admit, I once thought you would only be a second BlazeKing. But now, it seems you will surpass him and leave that boy far behind. A true deity like you would never show mercy!”
Orson glanced at Laketon, his voice dark as he murmured, “Am I talking to you?”
Orson understood what he meant. BlazeKing was a ruthless killer, but his mercy had caused him to falter. Despite his title as the God of Death, he spent his days in regret.
Orson had no compassion for those who were enslaved and didn’t fight back, instead worshipping the very gods that oppressed them.
That wasn’t mercy—it was sheer cowardice!
Revenge for these NPCs? What a joke!
Everything Orson did was driven by his own principles—if he disliked someone’s actions, he simply ended them.
Why bother with pretense? Why seek righteous excuses?
“Impossible! Master… dead? This person is… [Conqueror Baron] Orgod!”
“Kill this man, or he will become a grave threat to the Empire!”
A large group of NPCs gathered outside the tavern, their faces pale with fear. Upon seeing the deaths of so many Imperial nobles, they immediately fled toward the secret entrance.
“You have slain Red-Robed Archbishops of the Conqueror Sect under the watch of the Imperial Guard!”
“Your malice value with the Conqueror Sect has increased by +3000!”
“You have slain the Imperial Viscount Valros under the watch of the Executioner of the Tribunal!”
“The Drela Family’s malice value toward you has increased by +2000!”
“…”
“Warning: The Light Dragon Empire’s malice value toward you has reached 50,000!”
“Warning: If your actions are discovered by the Empire’s upper echelons, it may trigger a civil war within the Light Dragon Empire!”
Orson smiled calmly. The system’s warnings were clear—this was an attempt to silence him.
However, Orson didn’t care. In Infinite Dimensions, infamy could be cleared through monster hunting, but malice from a specific faction or city was much harder to erase.
There were two ways to reduce it:
Make significant contributions to the Light Dragon Empire in major events, or
Obtain a special pardon from the Light Dragon Emperor.
Either way, both were extremely difficult for a player to achieve.
“The foundation of the Empire has rotted. Chaos rises. Well, I also need a war,” Orson murmured, releasing several low-level NPCs so they could go back and report his actions.
He knew very well that in Hardcore Mode, when the Light Dragon Empire faced the Heaven Demon invasion, they were far less capable than the Dark Dragon Empire.
The Dark Dragon Empire’s ruler, the “Sorcerer King” Dark Emperor, was a super-crazy NPC who had played both sides, using the Heaven Demon to his advantage.
Orson stood firm, Chaos Magic Balls turning into deadly spells that devoured the flesh of his enemies until they turned to ash.
“Incredible, human mage… could this be a miracle?”
A blood slave, trembling, looked up in horror, witnessing the Lord-Class flying creature of the Holy Light Church explode mid-air as it was obliterated by the flames of chaos.
This overwhelming display of power had completely subdued the blood slaves, and they couldn’t tell if the man before them was a demon or an angel.
“Who knows the whereabouts of Ursula? You have one chance to live.”
Orson turned coldly and pulled his blade down, causing the air around him to crack open. Crimson Lizard King, enraged, was already charging toward him.
“Nobody knows? How unfortunate.”
Orson sighed, feeling that these NPCs were beyond saving.
“I… I know where Ursula is!”
A young female blood slave, barely sixteen or seventeen, timidly spoke up.
The older male blood slave beside her was shocked and slapped her across the face. “Shut up! Lili! You will bring endless disaster upon us!”
Orson frowned, casting a Chaos Magic Ball that turned the troublemaker into meat paste.
The girl, Lili, backed away in fear, her body exposed, her form striking and elegant. She clutched her arms around herself, afraid to meet Orson’s piercing gaze.
Orson tossed a torn robe at her and turned coldly to Crimson Lizard King. “Anything belonging to the Light Dragon Empire—burn it, kill it, leave none alive!”