God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

Solrath snarled, his pride refusing to falter. His body shimmered as he activated his beast abilities, multiplying into dozens of golden copies that encircled Linsley. Each clone radiated identical flux energy, making it impossible to distinguish the original.

"You cannot destroy what you cannot find!" Solrath roared, his clones leaping forward in a coordinated assault.

Linsley's white flux surged, blending with his Real Fantasy gift as he rewrote reality itself. "You think deception will save you?"

In an instant, the battlefield shifted. The clones froze mid-air, dissolving into golden particles as Linsley's flux overwhelmed them.

Solrath reappeared, pinned to the ground by an invisible force, his body trembling under the weight of Linsley's power.

The other Golden Lions rushed to their Patriarch's aid, their pride fueling their defiance. They attacked in unison, their combined flux creating a blinding cascade of energy.

Linsley sighed, his voice carrying a note of finality. "Your pride blinds you. If you refuse to submit, you leave me no choice."

With a flick of his wrist, his Real Fantasy gift enveloped the battlefield.

The rebellious lions froze, their wills crushed under the weight of Linsley's rewritten reality. Their defiance faded, replaced by an eerie calm as they stood motionless.

Linsley's voice cut through the silence, unyielding. "I have rewritten your reality. You now exist to serve me. Your pride and rebellion are meaningless."

Under his command, the lions stepped forward one by one, their movements robotic as they approached the purple Soul Contract floating in the air.

Solrath, trembling under the dual forces of his shattered pride and Linsley's control, growled low but was unable to resist.

The first lion sliced its paw, letting its blood drip onto the contract. A pulse of purple light marked the completion of its submission. One by one, the others followed, their actions devoid of resistance.

When the last lion signed, the purple scroll dimmed and faded, merging into their very beings. Linsley released his hold over their minds, the weight of his flux lifting.

The lions staggered, their gazes filled with equal parts fury and resignation as they realized what had transpired.

"You are bound to me now," Linsley said, his tone devoid of sympathy. "Your rebellion ends here. Prepare your warriors and cleanse your lands of the infection. When I call, you will fight under my banner."

Solrath lowered his head, his voice strained. "You... have won. The Golden Lion Clan will follow you. For now."

Linsley didn't respond to the subdued Golden Lions. Instead, his gaze shifted to the glowing screens projected by his Real Fantasy gift, which now displayed the Bird Continent.

The unscathed yet isolated territory of the Phoenix Clan stood out—a bastion of untouchable power amidst the chaos gripping the world.

"The Fierce Monster Continent is unified," he murmured, his white flux flickering with precision. "It's time to address the Bird Continent. The Phoenix Clan will not remain isolated for long."

With a flick of his hand, he summoned a portal, its shimmering energy radiating golden light. The portal pulsed as it stabilized, its destination fixed on the heart of the Bird Continent.n/ô/vel/b//jn dot c//om

Turning to the subdued Golden Lion Clan, Linsley issued his final command. "Tend to your wounded, cleanse your lands of infection, and prepare your warriors. When I summon you, you will march without question."

The Golden Lions bowed their heads, bound by the Soul Contract to obey.

Without further acknowledgment, Linsley stepped into the portal. The light enveloped him, and in an instant, he vanished from the savannahs of the Fierce Monster Continent.

—In the Bird Continent—

Linsley emerged onto a vast plateau surrounded by towering cliffs and shimmering skies.

The air crackled with vibrant energy, untouched by the corruption that plagued the other continents. Golden and scarlet flames danced high above the Phoenix Clan's sprawling citadel, a structure perched majestically atop the highest peak like a crown of fire.

"Their isolation has spared them from the infection," Linsley observed, his white flux shimmering faintly. "But isolation breeds arrogance. They'll resist."

As he advanced, waves of heat radiated outward, causing the air to shimmer.

High-pitched screeches echoed from the heavens, and a group of phoenixes descended, their wings ablaze with radiant golden and crimson flames. Each phoenix exuded a regal presence, their movements elegant yet intimidating.

The largest of the group, a proud female phoenix with eyes like molten gold, flared her wings, her voice carrying an ancient authority. "Human, you desecrate the sacred lands of the Phoenix Clan. State your purpose, or you will be reduced to cinders."

Linsley met her gaze with calm resolve. "I am Linsley, ruler of the Astral Dominion and unifier of the Fierce Monster Continent. Your isolation ends here. Join me, or be crushed."

A ripple of indignation passed through the assembled phoenixes. Their screeches grew louder, echoing across the plateau.

The leader's flames intensified, her golden eyes narrowing with disdain. "The Phoenix Clan bows to no one. Your arrogance will be your undoing."

Linsley sighed, his tone cold and resolute. "I expected nothing less."

The phoenixes attacked in unison, their flames roaring like a tempest. Their agility was unmatched as they filled the skies with blazing trails of fire.

Linsley raised a hand, his Annihilation gift surging to life. The dark energy swirled around him, consuming the flames that sought to overwhelm him.

"You cling to your pride," Linsley said, his voice cutting through the chaos. "But pride without strength is meaningless."

The leader screeched, her voice a mixture of fury and regal disdain. "You dare insult us? Then perish!"

She dived at him, her body encased in a vortex of flame.

Linsley countered with a calculated motion of his hand, unleashing his Real Fantasy gift to alter the trajectory of her attack. The flames veered harmlessly away, her charge meeting nothing but empty air.

Recognizing her strategy, Linsley's flux shifted. Frosty blue flames erupted from his form—Frostfire, created through his Real Fantasy gift.

As he wielded the duality of fire and ice, the cold flames snuffed out the phoenix fire around him, freezing the air and scattering the lesser phoenixes.