God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

Chapter 186 You'll Have To Do Better Than That



The woman met his gaze with a faint smirk, her expression unflinching. "Oh, but wouldn't that ruin the mystery?" she replied playfully, though a glimmer of something sharper lingered in her eyes.

Linsley didn't react to her tone, though he noted the calculating intelligence behind her lively demeanor.

She was holding back, and while she might seem carefree, the awareness she'd shown about the Outer Gods and the virus was too precise to ignore. Whatever her intentions, she was more than just a bystander in this outbreak.

It was clear to Linsley that she had no intention of revealing her secrets easily. He wasn't the type to play along with these games for long—his patience had its limits. Even if he couldn't fully gauge the scope of her power, it hardly mattered.

He had all the retries he needed, and his objective was clear: he would uncover the truth behind the Diviner World's secrets, one way or another.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Linsley knew that his use of faith-based power had drawn the Outer God to the Diviner World. But he also suspected that the world held a secret so profound that it was able to kill even an Outer God when it attempted to destroy everything.

Whatever that secret was, it lay at the heart of the Diviner World—a truth powerful enough to bring even the most dangerous entities to ruin.

The fact that this young woman seemed to know so much was reason enough to confront her directly. He hadn't ascended to the higher realm for a reason, and that reason was standing right here.

He raised his hand, and with a thought, the sky above and space around him filled with a myriad of firearms, each one aimed at her.

Tens of thousands of guns hovered in perfect formation, their barrels pointed directly at the young woman, ready to fire at a moment's notice.

"If you're tied to this outbreak," he said, his voice unyielding, "you'd better surrender now, or I'll do everything in my power to prevent you from leaving here alive."

The woman, however, merely chuckled, unfazed by the sight of countless guns aimed her way. She met his gaze with a playful gleam in her eyes, as if the arsenal surrounding her were no more than a mild inconvenience.

"Everything in your power?" she repeated, her tone amused. "Funny, because it looks to me like you're still holding back. You're not even tapping into the full extent of your gift."

Linsley's eyes narrowed, but he kept his expression indifferent.

She tilted her head, still smiling. "I wonder... do you even realize the depth of your own power, or are you pretending to hide it for some reason of your own? It's so amusing—the human world never ceases to surprise." Find your next read at empire

Her words struck a nerve. She'd seen through the fact that he wasn't using his true gift, and she knew enough about his abilities to call him out on it.

This changed things. Even if she knew nothing about the secret behind the virus outbreak, her awareness of his restrained power alone was enough reason to either silence her or uncover whatever secrets she held.

Keeping his expression impassive, he steeled himself, preparing to act. She might think she had the upper hand, but Linsley was far from done with her.

His gaze sharpened, his expression cold and unyielding as he took command of the vast arsenal hovering around him, each weapon primed for precision and power.

"Lock On," he ordered, each gun clicking into place, barrels zeroing in on her as the sole target.

With flawless synchronization, he released the first wave, unleashing bullets infused with flux, each round tailored to immobilize, restrict, and paralyze.

The shots tore through the air, but as they neared her, the bullets veered off course, curving around her as though encountering an invisible shield.

She raised an eyebrow, her eyes glinting with playful amusement. "You know," she said lightly, "your little toys can't touch me unless I allow them to."

Ignoring her taunt, Linsley recalibrated, adapting his strategy.

With a flick of his wrist, the weapons shifted, merging into a set of powerful blasters equipped with suppression rounds, each designed to neutralize her powers. He fired again, launching a torrent of glowing shots from every angle.

This time, she didn't even blink. The rounds approached—and then vanished, dissolving into thin air before they could touch her.

"Really?" she smirked, crossing her arms, her tone laced with mock disappointment. "You'll have to do better than that."

Linsley suppressed his frustration, his mind racing. Not only was she evading his attacks, but she seemed to be nullifying them entirely, her power something beyond anything he'd ever encountered. Her abilities didn't simply shield her; they rendered his efforts irrelevant.

"Fine," he muttered, switching tactics once more.

He materialized a new rifle, a precision weapon designed to channel his Real Fantasy gift directly. The barrel gleamed with flux, charged to penetrate any defense and disrupt her reality-warping abilities.

Taking aim, he fired a single, precise shot.

She watched the bullet approach, her expression almost curious. As it closed in, she lifted a finger, stopping it mid-flight.

The bullet hung between them, suspended as she examined it, spinning it delicately as if it were nothing more than a harmless toy.

"Interesting," she murmured, her smile widening before the bullet disintegrated in her hand. "But still not quite enough."

Linsley clenched his jaw, his mind calculating every move. He was throwing everything he had at her without tapping into the full scope of his Real Fantasy gift, yet she deflected each attack as if he were merely sparring with her.

It was clear now—her power exceeded his estimations, and she was still holding back.

Unfazed, he summoned another barrage, this time programming the rounds to explode in a specific radius, creating a cage of fire around her. But as the flames erupted, she moved through them effortlessly, untouched as they parted around her.

"Is that all?" she teased, her tone light, her eyes sparkling with mischief. "It's almost as if you're holding back on purpose." She tilted her head, her grin widening. "I wonder... how long can you keep up the charade?"

Extending her own hand, a faint glow surrounded her fingers as she traced a circle in the air. The space between them shimmered, and in a moment, a formation of weapons—mirroring his arsenal—materialized around her, each one aimed at him.

"Isn't this what you wanted?" she asked, her voice dripping with mock innocence. "A real fight?"

The sight was unnerving. She hadn't merely deflected his attacks—she'd replicated them, wielding his own tactics against him.

He didn't falter, but a grim realization sank in—her abilities weren't just powerful; they mirrored and expanded upon his own in ways that rivaled, perhaps even surpassed, his own.

With a measured exhale, Linsley steadied himself, surveying the battlefield. The weight of the secrets he sought pressed upon him, and he knew that against this mysterious woman, he'd need to tread carefully.

The quarantine zone was still dotted with paralyzed infected, lying motionless where he'd left them, and the military forces were watching from afar, their eyes on him. He couldn't afford to reveal the full extent of his true power or Real Fantasy gift, not yet.

He lifted his hand, his gaze narrowing as he issued a silent command. The guns hovering above the field adjusted, each barrel aiming at the infected.

In perfect unison, they fired, the bullets streaking downward, glowing with flux. Upon contact, each infected figure vanished, teleporting directly to the containment chambers back at the research facility

Clearing the field of distractions, he turned his focus to the soldiers watching at a distance.

A fresh round of bullets materialized in the sky, each one emanating with flux as it aligned with the personnel on-site.

In quick succession, they fired, reaching the soldiers with perfect accuracy. The bullets didn't harm them; instead, they transmitted his direct order, resonating through their minds.

"Retreat from the area immediately. I am handling an unknown adversary. Any interference will only complicate the situation."

The soldiers exchanged glances, their initial hesitations overridden by the authority in his command.

As he released a second volley, the bullets' flux activated upon impact, teleporting them safely away from the battlefield.

In moments, the quarantine zone emptied, leaving Linsley alone with the woman.

Throughout his preparations, she had merely watched, her eyes gleaming with a playful curiosity as though each step he took amused her further.

She remained unfazed, seemingly content to wait for his every move, as if indulging in the thrill of his meticulous setup.

Once the last soldier was gone, she tilted her head, grinning as though the real game was only beginning.

Linsley tightened his grip on his weapon, aware that she had allowed his preparations, watching each of his efforts without interference, as if savoring the anticipation.

"So," she said, amusement flickering in her gaze. "All cleared up? Ready for the real fun now?"


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