Chapter 523: 523: The Forerunner!
Lethal Strike – 26 million!
Barrier Shattered!
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 Dinsions, players scread 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 gaplay.” After all, he’d ruled Sword and Conquest for three years.
A legendary coback? That made sense.
But this?
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.
No snide remarks.
And absolutely no undermining their narrative.
Their job, after all, was not just broadcasting.
It was god-making.
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 shaless talking heads and muttered under his breath,
“Maybe you guys should spend less ti blowing smoke and more ti actually playing the ga. 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 flas slowly eating away at the ship’s fra until it collapsed into thousands of molten fragnts.
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-Fla.
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 dium-scale barriers with under 100 million HP, ignoring all resistance buffs.
Judgnt Fla’s usual area-of-effect pull had also been massively upgraded. Its burn effect had beco 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.
The downside?
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?
Cooldowns doubled.
And in battle, being stuck in the “Sage State” (cooldown lockout) could be fatal.
Also, that strange Enlightennt 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.
Awkward.
Even top-tier trial players, wielders of Law, never knew when their next breakthrough would happen.
So found it mid-battle.
Others, in perfect calm.
It was personal, unpredictable.
Orson glanced at his talent tree and nodded.
Not bad.
Thanks to that Enlightennt, Dance of the Fan-Fla 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 scread in fury.
Orson landed calmly as over a thousand church elite spread out and charged.
“For the Light!”
“Purge the heretic!”
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 beco a wildfire. But for now…”
He raised his War Supre staff, calm as ever.
“…all I ask is that you rember . Rember 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.
His eyes glistened.
“Wait for ! 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 Dinsions’ player base.
“All it takes is a single thought… to beco eternal.”
In the livestream, SirLagsALot’s voice turned solemn. Tears streaked down his face.
“This mont… a god among mortals has upended the world of Infinite Dinsions. 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 farr, 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.
This was…
The God of Mortals.
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