God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

Linsley's white flux pulsed with calm authority as his gaze locked onto the beast. "Your infection is a threat to this world. Surrender, or be annihilated."

The infected leader roared in defiance, its massive form lunging at him with claws cloaked in crimson flux.

Linsley raised his hand, summoning a barrier of Real Fantasy energy that absorbed the attack effortlessly. Crimson sparks collided with shimmering white flux, the resulting shockwave rattling the walls of the fortress.

"You leave me no choice," Linsley said coldly.

With another flick of his wrist, his combined gifts surged into action. His energy pierced through the leader's corrupted flux, annihilating the infection at its core while sparing the tiger's body.

The beast let out a strangled roar before collapsing, its massive frame hitting the floor with a thunderous impact.

The surrounding warriors froze, their half-infected forms trembling as they beheld the scene. One by one, their corrupted flux began to dissipate, unraveling as Linsley's combined gifts targeted the virus within them.

The air lightened as the crimson corruption evaporated, leaving the warriors weakened but free from infection.

Linsley stepped forward, his voice resonating through the chamber. "Your leader is cleansed, but the infection has already weakened your clan. If you remain divided, you will fall—to the virus, to the Outer Gods, or to the chaos spreading across this world."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the warriors as they exchanged uncertain looks. "Swear loyalty to me, and I will ensure your clan survives. Together, we will unify this world and eradicate the true threats to its existence."

The warriors hesitated, glancing at their unconscious leader and then at each other.

Slowly, one of them stepped forward—a younger white tiger, his flux flickering weakly but steadily. He dropped to one knee, bowing his head.

"We... swear our loyalty to you," the young warrior said, his voice carrying the weight of the clan's submission.

One by one, the others followed suit, their kneeling forms filling the hall.

Linsley's expression remained cold, his white flux flickering faintly. "Words are meaningless without action."

He raised his hand, and a surge of purple flux shimmered into existence, forming an ethereal scroll hovering before him.

The scroll, bound in glowing flux energy, unraveled in the air, revealing an intricate text written in human language yet the white tigers could read it.

"This is a Soul Contract," Linsley said, his voice unyielding. "By signing it, your loyalty will be bound to me in both word and soul. Defiance or betrayal will not only break the contract—it will result in your annihilation. Refuse, and I will consider your clan a threat to humanity's survival. I will eradicate not just the virus but all of you."

The warriors exchanged uneasy glances, the weight of his ultimatum pressing down on them. The scroll glowed with an otherworldly power, its presence impossible to deny.

The young warrior who had first knelt stepped forward again, his voice trembling slightly but resolute. "We... will sign it. For the survival of our clan."

Linsley extended a small, sharp blade of flux from his palm and tossed it toward the warrior, who caught it deftly.

Without hesitation, the young White Tiger made a shallow cut on his paw, allowing a drop of blood to drip onto the scroll. The contract pulsed with a vibrant glow as it absorbed the blood, marking the first signature.

One by one, the other warriors followed suit, each offering their blood as a seal of their oath. The scroll's energy grew with every signature, wrapping around the room in a subtle yet unbreakable bind.

As the last warrior signed, the scroll rolled itself up and vanished in a burst of purple light, its essence dispersing into their bodies as a permanent mark of their submission.

Linsley's gaze remained firm, though his tone softened slightly. "Good. Tend to your leader. When they awaken, they will understand the terms of your loyalty. Prepare your warriors—I will summon you when the time comes."

Turning to the exit, Linsley's focus shifted to the next target.

The glowing screens projected by his Real Fantasy gift displayed the Golden Lion Clan's territory, marked by similar signs of infection and chaos. Their leadership, like the White Tiger Clan, teetered on the brink of collapse.

"The infected and the rebellious will fall alike," Linsley murmured. "Order will be restored."

Raising his hand, Linsley summoned a portal that gleamed with precision. He stepped through without hesitation, leaving the White Tiger Clan cleansed, bound, and under his command.

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—Golden Lion Clan's Territory—

Linsley emerged from the portal, his white flux pulsing steadily as he took in the scene before him.

The Golden Lion Clan's citadel rose majestically in the distance, a fortress of golden stone surrounded by vast savannahs.

The land was scarred with corruption, infected beasts prowling in the distance and patches of crimson flux staining the once-pristine terrain.

As he approached the gates, a deafening roar shook the air.

From the citadel's depths, a towering golden lion emerged, its mane crackling with flux energy. Its regal aura was unmistakable, though streaks of crimson coursing through its body betrayed the infection's grasp.

"I am Solrath, Patriarch of the Golden Lion Clan," the beast announced, its voice a commanding rumble. "Human, you trespass in our lands. Leave now, or be torn asunder."

Linsley's gaze remained calm, his voice cold and authoritative. "Your clan teeters on the edge of ruin. The infection is spreading, and your defiance will only hasten your destruction. Submit, and I will cleanse your lands and ensure your survival."n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

Solrath's golden eyes blazed with fury. "Submit? The Golden Lions bow to no one! If you wish to claim dominance, prove your worth in battle!"

Before Linsley could respond, Solrath lunged with lightning speed, his claws slicing through the air. His flux surged, creating a tempest of golden energy that swept toward Linsley like a tidal wave. The sheer power of the attack would have obliterated lesser beings.

Linsley raised a hand, his Annihilation gift flaring to life. A sphere of dark energy formed in his palm, absorbing the incoming flux storm effortlessly.

He retaliated with a single strike, releasing a pulse of annihilation that disintegrated the energy storm and sent Solrath hurtling backward.