Watching the distant battle unfold was none other than Usher, leader of the Dragon's Kiss Guild.
From afar, Usher and Orson exchanged cold, silent glares. Though not a word was spoken, the mutual hatred was palpable, as if they each longed to tear a piece from the other.
"Let's go," Usher said calmly, turning away from the city walls with his entourage.
"How strong is he?" Usher asked, directing his question to a Level 21 Archer clad in unassuming blue gear, known as Strategic Trickster.
"Very strong," Trickster replied, his expression grave. "Strong enough to make question the ga's balance."
He continued, "Though I couldn't determine his exact health, his confidence in facing a siege without flinching suggests his HP is higher than most first-tier mages."
Usher nodded, his thoughts aligning with Trickster's assessnt. Most mages prioritized free attribute points in attack or mana, neglecting health. However, Orson, equipped with heroic gear, clearly surpassed the average mage in durability.
"What about his other capabilities?" Usher probed.
Strategic Trickster's brows furrowed as he responded, "Top-tier in both skill and ga awareness. Far superior to Ivy, especially in his use of abilities. It's almost unbelievable."
He elaborated, "I've seen Earth Mages use Quaking Stone Spikes, but none as precisely as Orgod. His combat intuition is extraordinary—he manipulated the Saint Slayer Syndicate like children, luring their rogues into traps with surgical precision, leaving them no way out."
"This is just a phase," snapped Ivy, irritated by the comparison.
Trickster remained unfazed, clarifying, "I'm only stating facts."
Usher's face darkened. A proud man, he prided himself on skills approaching professional standards. Yet, compared to Orson, he felt almost amateurish.
"I see," Usher finally said.
Strategic Trickster smirked knowingly. A tactician with a decorated background in strategy gas and analytics, Trickster had been personally recruited by Usher for this reason.
"From the information gathered," Trickster explained, "it's clear he possesses a God-tier Soul Seal. It enhances range and mana, though it's unclear if it boosts attack or critical stats."
"A God-tier Soul Seal!?" gasped Ivy and Skyslasher, their expressions shifting to envy and disbelief.
Such an item was a coveted dream for all players, yet its acquisition remained an unsolved mystery. Even Usher, with his imnse wealth and connections within Infinite Dinsions' official circles, had failed to uncover reliable thods for obtaining one.
"Indeed," Trickster confird. "I've seen Lord-class Soul Seals that boost mage range by up to 300 ters, but I'd estimate Epic-tier ones don't go much higher than that."
"Wait," Usher interrupted, his brow furrowing. "I understand the range boost, but what about his mana?"
Trickster replied, "Based on his Blazing Burn talent's passive damage output, his base mana is over 40,000."
"Forty… thousand?" Ivy's voice quivered as she glanced at her own mana stat: 4,000.
And that was with her equipped in high-mana heroic gear. Orson's unarmored mana pool was over ten tis hers.
"You've got to be joking!" Skyslasher shouted, grabbing Trickster by the collar. "Forty thousand mana—he has more than a boss?"
Trickster sneered, brushing off the accusation. "Believe or don't. Ask any Fire Mage for confirmation if you dare."
"Enough," Usher barked, his icy tone cutting through the commotion. Skyslasher grudgingly released his grip.
"What precautions should we take against him? Explain everything," Usher demanded.
Feeling the weight of Usher's resolve, Trickster smirked knowingly. "Though he appears to master all four elents, his damage primarily cos from his fire talent's passive abilities."
He leaned in conspiratorially. "My advice? Stock up on fire resistance potions and gear. Force him into lee situations where his fire damage becos less effective. If we overwhelm him with sheer numbers, he can't win."
"Good. That's what I intended," Usher said, nodding approvingly. From his inventory, he pulled out a green Soul Seal and offered it to Trickster.
"This is yours. Join my guild."
The gesture left the surrounding players stunned.
"Boss… are you serious?" Skyslasher stamred, horrified. "That Soul Seal cost you 10,000 gold!"
Ivy's brows knit tightly as she added, "It's a perfect match for your S-tier Anti-Magic Archer build. Giving it away is a waste!"
Usher dismissed their concerns with a scoff. "So what? Orson wields a God-tier Soul Seal—do you think I'm any less capable?"
In his hands, the Epic-tier Soul Seal seed almost worthless. But to others, it was a treasure worth killing for.
"I love doing business with decisive people!" Trickster exclaid, eyes gleaming with joy.
For this Soul Seal, he had willingly disbanded his own guild and joined Dragon's Kiss Guild.
anwhile, Orson was oblivious to how deeply his abilities were being analyzed. He was still looting the battlefield with Bradley.
"That was brutal! Saint Slayer Syndicate almost got wiped out by just two people…"
"No," another player interjected. "There were three. That quiet priest might also be a hidden master!"
"He must be! Anyone rolling with Orgod can't be an ordinary player."
Hearing this, Female Dorm God blushed furiously, straightened his posture, and tried to look imposing. "I'm a secret weapon—I need to exude confidence and avoid dragging Orgod down!"
"Damn it, their treasurer escaped. Otherwise, we could've claid the bounty," Bradley lanted, his voice tinged with regret.
The Saint Slayer Syndicate had taken on a 4,000-gold contract to hunt Orson. Even if they failed, they'd pocketed at least a quarter of that amount as a non-refundable deposit.
However, Infinite Dinsions' current strict storage rules ant most players, even red-nad ones, carried their wealth and items in their inventory. Killing them was the only way to recover it.
After so scavenging, the spoils amounted to only a few hundred gold and a pile of junk equipnt.
"They can't have gone far. This money is our guild fund—I'm not letting it slip away," Orson said, smiling faintly.
"Still," Bradley said, frowning, "revival points have no imperial guards. They could just hide in the safe zone."
Then the world channel erupted with insults.
Saint Slayer Water God: "Fake match-fixer! Co on, you think you're tough? et at Pondenorlin City's revival point!"
SS Little V: "Everyone knows Orgod is trash who only bullies noobs. Against international teams, he chokes like a dog!"
Saint Slayer Water God: "We'll target your guild mbers next. Especially those cute little girls—bet they'll cry for rcy!"
"I'll butcher them!" Bradley roared, livid.
The world channel soon beca a cesspool of insults, with many players joining the bandwagon to mock Orson.
"How about we let them bark for a bit longer?" Orson said calmly.
"Why?" Bradley asked, puzzled.
Orson smiled mysteriously, holding up a Southeast Ward Fragnt, the key to bypassing Pondenorlin City's barrier. "Because we're going hunting."
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