God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

Before leaving the Sinclair Order Island, Linsley sent a message to Lucy and Ted, informing them of his departure. Once he was sure they knew, he felt reassured, confident in their ability to protect the island while he was gone.

Even if a Level 9.8 Overlord managed to discover the island through some unknown means, Linsley wasn't concerned. The Level 9.8 Devouring Whale Overlord wasn't just for show.

According to their plan, Ted would primarily assist the believers in spreading the faith, while Lucy would focus on defending the island in his absence. Lucy would only leave the island if Ted encountered an Overlord beyond his ability to defeat.

Even in that scenario, the Devouring Whale Overlord would remain as the island's protector.

In addition, Linsley had weaponized the Holy Spirit of Judgment. While not specialized for combat, it was still capable of aiding the Devouring Whale Overlord in repelling any powerful intruders.

Extending his hand, Linsley released strands of golden light that swirled above his palm.

He smiled at the sight. "In just a day, I've gathered a considerable amount of faith power. However, it's still not enough to break through the barrier between Level 9.8 and Level 9.9."

He continued, "Once I break through, I believe my power will undergo a qualitative change, and I'll ascend to a higher realm. Whether that feeling is true or not, I'll find out when the time comes."

"For now, with my Level 9.8 power and my simulation talents, I'm essentially invincible in the Diviner World."

With confidence in his abilities, Linsley activated Real Fantasy and imagined himself teleporting to the Gale Continent.

His fantasy became reality, and he immediately vanished, reappearing on the Gale Continent.

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In the Diviner World, beyond the social hierarchy that classified people into wasteborn, inferiors, nobles, royalties, and overlords, there was also another system of labeling: heroes and villains.

Villains were typically those accused of committing crimes that endangered society, while heroes were licensed diviners, paid to hunt down and deal with them. These heroes acted as a specialized law enforcement unit, tasked with countering the threat posed by so-called villains.

But Linsley saw through the facade. He knew how deeply corrupt the higher-ups were, and because of that, he didn't put much stock in the labels of "hero" and "villain" assigned by those in power.

After all, it wasn't uncommon for a kind-hearted person to be wrongfully branded a villain simply because they stood in the way of a hero's personal agenda.

In many cases, heroes took advantage of their status, abusing the moral high ground to justify cruelty, extortion, or worse, all while hiding behind the pretense of justice.

For Linsley, the lines between hero and villain were blurry, dictated more by who held power than by any real sense of right or wrong. He had no intention of getting involved with these arbitrary labels and the corrupt system that perpetuated them.

The Sinclair Order's cause transcended these superficial distinctions, aiming to tear down the system rather than participate in its hypocrisy.

As Linsley arrived on the Gale Continent, his mind shifted from these thoughts. He scanned the land before him, feeling the pulse of the continent, where countless heroes and villains played out their struggles, oblivious to the greater change about to unfold.

It was time to take the next step in expanding the Sinclair Order's influence.

His eyes focused on a distant city, a sprawling metropolis full of potential recruits—the downtrodden, the oppressed, and those cast aside by the world's broken system.

Conquering a piece of this land would be the key to establishing a new stronghold for the Order. With Sinclair Order Island serving as the heart of their movement, now was the time to build its branches across the continents.

Linsley knew the Order couldn't remain isolated. To truly challenge the current regime, they would need to plant their roots deep across every continent, starting with the Gale Continent. The higher-ups had grown complacent, but their time of dominance was nearing its end.

The Sinclair Order was a symbol of that change, and Linsley was determined to bring that change to fruition—no matter the cost.

Looking around the city, Linsley murmured, "I'll handle the Sinclair Order's matters later. For now, I'll take this as a vacation for Linsley Sinclair, not as the God of Real Fantasy."

His plan was to eventually descend as the God of Real Fantasy, take control of the city, and spare only those worthy of salvation. As for those who deserved death, he wouldn't hesitate to execute judgment.

But for now, Linsley wanted to experience life as an ordinary civilian diviner, observing the Diviner World from a bystander's perspective.

With his immense power, he wasn't concerned about any threats. The only ones capable of challenging him would likely be another transmigrator or the Outer God invading this world—not the natives, who posed no real danger to him.

As Linsley walked the bustling streets of the city, his sudden arrival via teleportation went unnoticed.

Using gifts in public was an everyday occurrence in the Diviner World. High-level diviners casually hovered in the air instead of walking, while others used smaller abilities for convenience.

Wandering aimlessly, Linsley came across WcRonalds, a fast-food chain that offered nearly every comfort food imaginable. He decided to enter, even though he didn't have any money on him.

It didn't matter—his Real Fantasy ability could create anything, even authentic currency, without affecting the economy.

Once inside, Linsley joined the long line of people waiting to order, many of whom were Wasteborn and Inferiors.

They were patiently waiting their turn, their expressions a mix of tiredness and silent acceptance. In contrast, a separate line existed for royalties, who were served immediately.

As Linsley stood quietly with the Wasteborn and Inferiors, a group of noble-rank diviners entered the establishment.

They walked with arrogance, eyes scanning the room with superiority. Without a second thought, they bypassed the line entirely, forcing their way ahead.

One noble, a young man with slicked-back hair and an embroidered coat, shoved a Wasteborn roughly aside, sneering. His eyes landed on Linsley, who stood calmly in his path.

"Move aside, you worthless insect," the noble spat, his voice dripping with disdain.

Without hesitation, he pushed Linsley as well. "You lot don't deserve to be in the same line as us nobility. Know your place."

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