11: It’s Orson?

"Kid, you better watch yourself… You're on Dragon's Kiss Guild's hit list now!" Skyslasher growled before turning to flee. More than half of the guild's thirty-odd members lay dead, and he could see the fight was hopeless.

"Run?" Orson couldn't help but laugh, his voice dripping with disdain. "Send as many from Dragon's Kiss Guild as you want—I'll kill every last one. Revive a thousand times, and I'll kill you a thousand times."

These fools went red-name and actually thought they could escape, showing their backs to him... They clearly had no clue just how far his range extended.

"A slaughter—a complete and utter slaughter! So satisfying!" ShatteredCrown cheered excitedly.

Each time Orson swung his staff, fireballs turned into scythes of death, sending over a dozen souls back to the newbie village.

Skyslasher was blown off his feet by a barrage of fireballs, and he glared at Orson from the ground. "Usher will deal with you. You're dead!"

Orson's expression darkened. "The guild leader of Dragon's Kiss Guild, huh? Don't worry; I'll kill him before he even gets a chance."

In his past life, Orson had died at Usher's hands, but this time, he was determined to strike first.

"This guy's tough," Orson muttered, slightly surprised. Skyslasher had over 2,200 HP and had survived three rounds of **Blazing Burn** before finally burning to death—a testament to his tanky build.

*Ding-dong—*

A pair of knight's shoulder guards dropped from Skyslasher's corpse.

"Purple gear?" Orson raised an eyebrow and picked it up to check its stats.

**[Savage Shoulder Guards]** 

Quality: Hero 

Level: 5 

Class: Knight 

Physical Defense: 30 

Magic Resistance: 30 

Effect: Regenerates 10 HP per second in combat. 

3-piece set bonus: +300 HP 

6-piece set bonus: +500 HP

"Not bad. Too bad it's only Level 5 gear."

Orson nodded; it was a decent find. A Level 5 hero-grade piece like this could easily fetch four or five thousand dollars.

Just as he was about to list it on the Empire Auction House, he noticed **UltimateSweetheart** pouting at him, her eyes filled with longing.

Orson instinctively took a step back, a bit wary that this bold woman might try to tackle him right there.

**UltimateSweetheart**: "Ten thousand! Sell it to me! I love the look of those shoulder guards. So sexy!"

**BigBaby**: "Ten thousand isn't a bad deal. They'd go for about five thousand on the auction house."

**LittleBaby** glared at ShatteredCrown and huffed, "Well? Pay up!"

The shoulder guards were adorned with two beastly horns, giving them a wild, primal look.

ShatteredCrown mumbled, "Hey, I didn't say anything! I just thought… maybe the orc style is a bit… barbaric?"

**LittleBaby** shot him a deadly glare, threatening to drill a hole in his head if he didn't keep quiet.

"How about 100 gold, brother?" ShatteredCrown asked Orson with a hopeful expression.

Orson found the whole scene confusing. He couldn't quite figure out the dynamics between these people, but ShatteredCrown certainly seemed like a punching bag. Maybe rich kids had a thing for getting bossed around?

Seeing the price was reasonable, Orson accepted the deal.

With a jingle, 100 gold landed in his account.

Orson continued gathering loot from the battlefield. In addition to Skyslasher's purple gear, he'd netted five green items, two blue items, and eight gold from wiping out the Dragon's Kiss and L&H guild members.

Not a bad haul at all!

If going red didn't restrict him from completing certain quests in the early game, he'd have considered farming Dragon's Kiss Guild for gear nonstop.

For now, he went back to farming **Spectral Wolves** with his VIP clients, planning to finish ShatteredCrown's task first.

Meanwhile, chaos was erupting on the world chat.

**Player A:** "Damn, I'm shook. Look at the world chat! Dragon's Kiss Guild's third battalion just got farmed like wild monsters."

**Player B:** "Knew it! Some guilds were bound to get wrecked eventually. Now they've even lost purple gear!"

**Player F:** "6666, I've heard of this guy. He's the one farming goblins like a beast. Skyslasher, why so quiet all of a sudden?"

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**Dragon's Kiss Guild Club Headquarters**

"Report. What exactly happened out there?" A cold-faced man in a black suit opened a video call.

"It's not our fault, boss! We did everything we could, but this guy has a passive that does over 1,000 DPS! No one can last two seconds against him!" A middle-aged man on the screen looked dejected, his imposing demeanor as a guild officer nowhere to be seen.

"Oh please, my Level 13 water mage barely does 300 DPS," scoffed an aloof, attractive woman with her legs crossed. "And you're telling me some random mage can hit over 1,000? Who are you trying to fool?"

She continued icily, "Losing tens of thousands in equipment is one thing, but you've also dragged the guild's reputation down. Can you take responsibility for that?"

"Yes, I admit I underestimated the opponent," Skyslasher conceded, red-faced.

Had Orson been here, he would've immediately recognized the woman. She was **Ivy**, Dragon's Kiss Guild's lead mage and a professional player.

Back in *Sword and Conquest*, Orson had faced her in the national quarterfinals. Despite her class advantage, she'd been ruthlessly crushed by him.

Usher furrowed his brow. "1,000 DPS? That's high for this stage, but didn't any of your six squads use tactics?"

Skyslasher gave a bitter laugh. "We tried, but this guy's moves aren't what you'd expect from a casual player."

With that, Skyslasher played the recording of the fight, showing Orson leaping mid-air to kill the rogue, then using his skill to forcefully dodge.

"See the issue here, Ivy?" Usher asked, eyes narrowing as he paused the video.

Ivy was captivated by Orson's moves, her eyes filled with amazement. After taking a deep breath, she admitted, "That's professional-grade skill. There's no doubt."

She replayed the video several times, studying every detail. The fluidity of his movement, his impeccable control over attack range—this was master-level gameplay!

Even with her years in professional esports and experience facing top players, Ivy found herself covered in goosebumps from watching him.

"At minimum, that's Tier 1, possibly even Tier 0 level play."

Ivy's face grew pale. Even through the screen, she could feel the immense pressure this player exuded—a confidence in his skill that allowed him to dominate his opponents with ease.

Usher smirked, his expression calculating. "You're missing the point."

"Huh? I am?" Ivy was taken aback, worried that she'd embarrassed herself in front of her boss, potentially harming her standing within Dragon's Kiss Guild.

"Pause," Usher commanded, freezing the frame on the Level 8 mage's face.

"The key is here—his appearance," Usher said, a sly smile playing at his lips.

"His appearance? He looks charismatic, but nothing extraordinary," Skyslasher and Ivy said, clearly confused by Usher's focus.

Usher chuckled, his eyes gleaming. "What, you don't recognize him from a different game? He's the only player who never enhances his character's looks. He must be gearing up for a comeback."

"No way! He was banned from all U.S. esports leagues!" Ivy's voice shook as memories of that infamous player's silhouette flooded back.

"That explains why he calls himself 'Orgod'," Skyslasher murmured. He'd dismissed it as a fanboy quirk but now realized he'd been facing the real deal.

"*Infinite Dimensions* isn't regulated by the esports association. From what I understand, not even the government has the power to interfere with the game's progression," Usher remarked.

His skill was astonishing, his composure unbreakable, and his consistency almost machine-like. This was the nightmare that haunted every pro player's dreams—the insurmountable figure that had crushed countless opponents.

With a trembling voice, Ivy whispered, "He's… Orson!"

Usher sipped his coffee, a smile dancing on his lips. "If I can't recruit him to Dragon's Kiss Guild… then we'll destroy him."