God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

"Yes," Linsley interrupted. His white flux erupted around him, shimmering with overwhelming intensity as he raised a hand.

The air itself seemed to distort as his Real Fantasy gift activated, its power resonating across the Valora Continent.

Aurielle added with an almost matter-of-fact shrug, "And don't forget to fantasize away those pesky issues like rebellions, imperial bloodline disputes, or anyone doubting your rule. Oh, and rewrite the history books. Make it so the Emperor's ancestors stole the throne from your oh-so-noble bloodline."

Linsley smirked faintly. "Already accounted for."

The world around them began to shift.

A golden, translucent wave of flux radiated outward, spreading across the Astral Dominion and beyond.

The battlefield dissolved, replaced by a vision of imperial grandeur—banners bearing Linsley's insignia flying high, soldiers kneeling in unwavering loyalty, and the Emperor's visage wiped from history entirely.

Ted staggered back, his brown flux flickering in awe. "You… you actually did it. It's like it always belonged to you."

Lucy's golden eyes widened as she observed the seamless transition.

The oppressive invisible dark flux that had once marred the Dominion's territories dissipated, replaced by an air of peace and order. "This… this is perfect. No loose ends."

Aurielle leaned back against the wall of the underground chamber, crossing her arms with a satisfied smirk. "Not bad, World God. Not bad at all. Guess you can be efficient when you want to be."

Linsley lowered his hand, the shimmering flux fading as the Real Fantasy gift completed its work.

A moment of silence settled over the group, broken only by the faint hum of energy still lingering in the air.

He extended his hand again, summoning a cluster of glowing screens that materialized around them, displaying real-time visuals of the Dominion's key regions.

The screens floated mid-air, showing areas once rife with chaos now bathed in the golden light of his rewritten rule.

"Take a look," Linsley said, his voice calm but commanding. "This isn't just fantasy. It's reality now."

Ted approached the screens hesitantly, his eyes scanning the images.

Soldiers who had been loyal to the Emperor were now donning uniforms with Linsley's insignia, their allegiance seamlessly rewritten. Civilians bowed before towering statues of Linsley, their faces filled with reverence.

Lucy's gaze lingered on a screen displaying the imperial palace.

The Emperor's banners were gone, replaced with symbols of Linsley's lineage. "It's flawless," she murmured. "No one questions it. It's as if this has always been the truth."

Aurielle raised an eyebrow, her grin widening. "Oh, look at that. Even the palace looks better with your touch. You might have missed your calling as an interior decorator."

Linsley ignored her, his focus on the screens. One displayed a once-chaotic battlefield, now entirely subdued, with the Dominion's forces operating in perfect coordination under his command.

Another showed the once-rebellious regions, their leaders now kneeling in unwavering loyalty.

"This Astral Dominion is no longer a problem," Linsley said, his tone cold and resolute. "The Emperor is gone, his influence erased, and the people already believe in the new order. We can finally move on."

Lucy stepped forward, her wings lightly fluttering as she regarded the glowing screens.

Her gaze was sharp, her voice calm but firm. "So, this is your solution to the Astral Dominion's mess. It's effective, I'll give you that. But what's next? You're not stopping here, are you?"

Ted, standing beside her, clenched his fist, his brown flux radiating faintly. "Yeah, bro. What's the plan now? Higher realm, right?"

Linsley's white flux rippled around him as he turned to face them. His expression was cold, calculated, and resolute. "Not yet."

Ted blinked in surprise. "Wait… what? Not yet? But I thought—"

Linsley raised a hand, cutting Ted off. "The Astral Dominion is only the beginning. In the previous timeline, the Sinclair Order's failure wasn't just in its inability to oppose the Outer Gods—it was in its flawed approach to unifying this fractured world."

"By establishing itself as a religion and gathering faith energy, it not only failed to bring true order but also drew the attention of the Outer Gods. That mistake allowed the Outer God to descend and destroy the Diviner World. This time, I won't repeat that error."

He turned toward the glowing screens, his dark flux rippling with purpose as they displayed regions across the Diviner World. "Now, I'm not a prophet or a religious leader. I'm the Emperor. No faith energy. No divine following. Just power and control. The Outer Gods won't be drawn here by arrogance or carelessness. If I leave this world before it's secure, history will repeat itself, and there won't be a second chance."

Aurielle tilted her head, her grin sly. "Oh, so the mighty World God is taking the scenic route this time? How noble of you. Though, I have to say, playing Emperor does suit you. It's a lot less 'holy' and a lot more you."

Lucy's golden eyes softened, and she stepped closer to Linsley, her white feathered wings lightly fluttering.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Her voice was calm yet filled with conviction. "Whatever you decide, whatever actions you take, I'll stand by you. Just like I did in the previous timeline—as your Apostle when you were the Sinclair Order's God of Real Fantasy, and now as your Empress, with you as the Emperor of the Astral Dominion."

Her gaze met his, unwavering and sincere. "Linsley, I've always believed in you. Not because of your power, or your plans, but because of who you are. No matter what role you take, I'll follow you. Not out of obligation, but because I love you."

Ted blinked in surprise at Lucy's confession, his brown flux flickering slightly.

Aurielle raised an eyebrow, a sly grin playing on her lips as she leaned casually against the wall. "Well, well. This just got interesting."

Linsley's expression remained composed, though a flicker of something softer crossed his face.

He met Lucy's gaze, his voice steady but laced with sincerity. "Thank you, Lucy. Your trust means everything to me, and I'll carry it with me. But…" He paused, his white flux rippling faintly. "I can't respond to your feelings—not yet."