God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

The week wore on, and Linsley continued his work with measured precision, observing every shift in the virus, each new adaptation.

His weapon had proved reliable for now, capable of temporarily immobilizing the virus and halting its evolution within the infected hosts, but he knew that this was only a temporary solution.

Despite his restrained approach, he could see the relief it brought the researchers, who now clung to the belief that they might be turning a corner in this crisis. Linsley kept his true potential obscured, revealing just enough to keep their optimism alive.

Then, at the end of the week, a military courier arrived at the facility, his posture rigid and expression tense as he requested Linsley's presence.

"General Linsley," he began, saluting before handing over a sealed message. "We've received orders from command. A new outbreak has surfaced in one of Astral Dominion's major cities, and the infection is spreading on a much larger scale than anything we've encountered before."

Linsley took the message, glancing over the contents.

The urgency was clear: they needed him to bring his weapon to the outbreak site immediately. The request made sense—his tool to immobilize and inhibit the virus was the only effective countermeasure so far.

"Understood," Linsley replied, folding the message and dismissing the courier.

He gathered his equipment, methodically securing each piece, then headed to Dr. Kerr's office to discuss his sudden departure.

"I'll be leaving for the city," he informed Kerr, who looked up from his own research with a nod of understanding. "The virus has broken out on a scale they hadn't anticipated, and they want me to assist with containment."

Dr. Kerr nodded, visibly uneasy. "Take care, General. It's spreading faster than anything we've seen. And if this is a sign of what's to come… well, we're lucky to have your weapon, even if it's only temporary."

Linsley offered a brief, reassuring nod before he left.

Reflecting on the week's events, he considered how he had kept his abilities veiled, choosing restraint over display. Yet with the escalating severity of the outbreak, he knew that his current approach might not be enough.

He'd need to be prepared to take bolder steps if the situation proved more dire than expected.

…

The scene that greeted Linsley as he arrived at the outbreak site was a chaotic testament to the virus's unnatural adaptability.

Military personnel moved quickly, each unit taking positions while officers barked orders to contain the spread. Linsley's arrival was met by a group of soldiers, one of whom quickly briefed him on the situation.

"General Linsley," the soldier saluted, his expression tense. "The infected are demonstrating signs of sentience and seem capable of using limited diviner abilities—enough to disrupt our standard containment efforts. Our primary objective is to subdue, not kill, but..."

He hesitated, his gaze flickering to the infected breaking free from the military's efforts nearby. "Containment is proving difficult."

Linsley nodded, glancing toward the struggling soldiers.

A team had formed a perimeter around a group of infected, their bodies twitching and moving with erratic but dangerous precision. Gifts of light and shadow flickered as the soldiers channeled flux from within, using it to activate sealing abilities meant to restrict the infected's movements.

These soldiers, he noted, were all using gifts biased toward immobilization rather than destruction. Chains of spectral energy, sustained by carefully measured amounts of flux, wound around the infected.

Barriers of ethereal light and shadow clung to them, but with an unsettling resilience, the infected slipped free, almost as if they were instinctively adapting to the containment techniques used against them.

He watched as one infected individual twisted in a jerky motion, breaking through a barrier with an unsteady, half-formed gift of distortion, pushing aside the flux-charged energy field surrounding it.

Another infected, faintly aglow with the remnants of an energy barrier meant to pin it down, used a weakened teleportation gift to shift just a few feet—enough to evade the containment unit attempting to secure it.

Assessing the scene, Linsley saw the problem immediately. The soldiers' sealing abilities, while effective under ordinary circumstances, were being thwarted by the infected's lingering, evolving use of diviner gifts, despite the infected's inability to generate flux on their own.

The military's goal was to capture them alive, but these remnants of diviner gifts were proving to be unpredictable and dangerously adaptable.

"Stand back," Linsley ordered, his voice calm but commanding as he raised a hand.

The soldiers quickly moved aside, their faces flickering with relief and anticipation as Linsley prepared to take control.

Activating his Unlimited Gun Works, a dazzling array of firearms materialized in the air around him, each weapon humming with flux energy.

With a simple thought, the weapons multiplied, forming a synchronized formation above him, every barrel aimed precisely at the infected scattered throughout the area.

"Lock On!" he commanded, his Real Fantasy gift enabling him to tag each infected target in his sights.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

His view highlighted each infected individual as he calibrated the shots, the targeting system excluding any civilians or unaffected personnel with precise, calculated intent. He narrowed his focus further.

"Paralysis Rounds!" The moment he spoke, the first wave of rounds launched, racing toward their targets.

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Each shot hit with pinpoint accuracy, the paralysis effect immediately immobilizing the infected. Their bodies seized up, locked in place by the immobilizing rounds, rendering them unable to access any residual diviner abilities.

Without pausing, he activated the next wave. "Virus Inhibitors!"

Bullets fired in quick succession, each one designed to suppress the virus within the infected, halting further mutations or adaptations.

As they struck, the infected were engulfed in a faint glow, signaling the inhibition of the virus's evolving properties.

The battlefield shifted visibly under his control. The infected froze mid-movement, locked in place and rendered harmless by the precise application of his weaponry.

Linsley observed the stillness that followed, a stark contrast to the previous chaos.

As he lowered his weapons, the soldiers moved in, securing the immobilized infected, their expressions showing a mix of relief and awe. They'd just witnessed Linsley turn the tide with a show of sheer precision.

One officer approached him, nodding with respect. "Thank you, General. Our usual tactics couldn't keep up with their unpredictability. If it weren't for your… specialized methods, we would've lost control of the situation."

Linsley nodded briefly, acknowledging the gratitude without letting his focus waver.

As he scanned the field of immobilized infected, something caught his attention. Despite his thorough lock-on command, one figure hadn't registered among the infected targets.

A young woman stood near the edge of the quarantine zone, unscathed and seemingly unaffected by the chaos around her.

Strangely, the infected appeared to avoid her entirely, leaving her presence suspiciously undisturbed.