God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

As Kaelith struggled to maintain his composure, Linsley stepped closer, the distance between them shrinking as the gap in their power became painfully clear.

The moment was a harsh reminder of the truth: Linsley was no longer merely an Overlord; he was someone who was at the peak of it, and Kaelith was powerless against him.

In that moment, all of Kaelith's confidence evaporated. The once proud Overlord now stood before Linsley like a fallen king, stripped of his crown and authority.

The realization hit Kaelith like a hammer—his arrogance lay in ruins, and all that remained was the bitter taste of defeat. His lips twitched in frustration, his mind reeling as he tried to reconcile the impossible.

Meanwhile, Linsley stood firm, a satisfied grin spreading across his face as he caught the flicker of despair in Kaelith's eyes. He relished the moment, watching as the once-proud Overlord faltered under the weight of his own delusions.

With a defiant glare, Kaelith forced himself to stand tall. Refusing to accept the widening gap in power, he activated his Eye of Negation once more, determined to crush Linsley.

But this time, the gift that had served him so well betrayed him. His ability faltered, backfiring under the sheer pressure of Linsley's overwhelming flux.

Kaelith choked, his body seizing up as blood spilled from his mouth. His eyes bled, crimson tears streaming down his face as the backlash from his failed attack tore through him. His heart pounded as the undeniable truth became clear: the gap between them was too vast to bridge.

Linsley's level wasn't just impressive—it was terrifying. A Level 9.8 Overlord at his age was unheard of, even in Kaelith's long experience.

Among the Overlords Kaelith knew, only two had reached such heights—one hailing from a distant continent, and the other being the father of the Gale Overlord, a man even older than Kaelith himself.

And now, standing before him, was Linsley—a prodigy among prodigies.

Witnessing Kaelith's pointless struggle, Linsley smirked. With a flick of his wrist, he summoned a golden gun into his right hand and fired.

The bullet struck Kaelith, immediately taking effect. Kaelith's control over his gift and flux was severed, leaving him helpless. His once-proud SSS-rank Eye of Negation gift meant nothing compared to Linsley's Unlimited Gun Works, which could replicate the effects of any gift through its bullets.

The overwhelming reality of his defeat set in. The arrogance that had fueled Kaelith crumbled as he fell to his knees, his voice breaking with desperation.

"Please, Overlord Linsley, spare me! I beg for your mercy. My life is yours to take, but grant me leniency. My bloodline... my family... I—I'll serve you, do whatever you command.

Just... don't end me here like this."

Kaelith's plea was pitiful, all traces of his former pride wiped away. He knew there was no point in seeking help from his old allies among the other Overlords.

They wouldn't dare come to his aid, not against a prodigy like Linsley. A Level 9.8 Overlord, especially one so young, commanded a level of fear that even seasoned veterans wouldn't ignore.

Linsley's youth meant his power would only grow stronger with time, outlasting the older Overlords. Even the father of the Gale Overlord—the only other known Level 9.8 in the Gale Continent—would think twice before crossing someone with such terrifying potential.

For Kaelith, the tables had indeed turned, and now he faced a humiliation far worse than mere defeat.

As he knelt, trembling with fear and desperation, Linsley's expression turned cold and unforgiving.

Without a word, he placed his foot on Kaelith's head, pressing him down into the dirt like the worm he had become.

The crowd, which consisted mostly of wasteborn and inferiors, had likely believed Kaelith was a powerful figure who would help or protect them due to his status as an Overlord.

However, they were shocked and stunned when they saw him being humiliated and treated like trash by Linsley, someone far younger but far more powerful.

"You nurtured a monster," Linsley's voice dripped with contempt, "a criminal hiding behind a hero's mask. So, what does that make you, Kaelith? The one who raised him to be that way?"

With a swift kick, Linsley sent Kaelith sprawling, his once-proud figure now lying in disgrace before the eyes of the crowd.

The mighty Overlord was reduced to a pitiful heap, his power and dignity shattered.

Linsley showed no hesitation, no mercy in his actions, treating Kaelith with the same cruelty and disdain that the so-called hero had shown others.

Turning to the crowd, Linsley raised his voice, the cold authority of an Overlord ringing in every word. "This man, Kaelith D'Arken, the great Overlord, once believed in the supremacy of his bloodline. He believed his family was destined to rule, but where was he when his grandson committed unspeakable crimes? When the wasteborn and inferiors were suffering, where was his compassion? Nowhere."

Linsley gestured to the masses, who had already seen the truth with their own eyes.

They had witnessed Linsley's power firsthand when he revived the dead, healed the wounded, and restored those left devastated by the destructive clash between the hero and the villain.

Unlike Kaelith or his grandson, Linsley had shown no discrimination against them. Instead, he had extended his power to all, regardless of their status.

"I am no mere Overlord," Linsley declared, his voice echoing with authority. "I am a god, and the Sinclair Order carries my divine will—a power far greater than any of the so-called Overlords."

To emphasize his words, Linsley activated his Real Fantasy gift, his body glowing with a golden radiance that mimicked the effects of divinity.

Though not a god in the Diviner World, his Real Fantasy allowed him to replicate the divine aura he once wielded in Terra and the Avatar World.

The crowd stood in awe as his radiant light filled the area, their belief in him solidified.

He let his flux pressure rise, momentarily displaying his overwhelming Level 9.8 power. Even the strongest in the crowd buckled under its weight, unable to deny the force of his presence.