God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

The people, shocked and awed, listened closely. They had heard rumors of the Sinclair Order, branded as a terrorist group by the ruling powers, but the government had failed them for too long, offering no real protection or hope.

Now, before them stood Linsley, a self-proclaimed god, treating them as equals and showing them mercy—a Level 9.8 Overlord, radiant with divine power.

"It doesn't matter what the government calls us," Linsley continued. "I am your salvation, and the Sinclair Order is my divine hand. We stand for justice, not for the corrupt Overlords who leave you to rot."

The crowd murmured in agreement, some even bowing their heads, feeling the overwhelming force of Linsley's words and power. His claim of godhood no longer seemed far-fetched.

To the wasteborn and inferiors, his strength was their salvation. He had saved them when no one else would.

Now, standing beneath the shadow of a Level 9.8 Overlord, they understood that under Linsley's divine protection, they finally had hope.

Kaelith lay crumpled on the ground, his arrogance shattered, while Linsley stood tall—a god in their eyes, a beacon of power and justice.

Linsley looked down at Kaelith, a flicker of disdain in his gaze. Killing him would be easy, but he knew a greater punishment awaited.

Kaelith's strength as an Overlord wasn't something to waste—especially when it could serve the Sinclair Order. Repentance would be a fitting sentence, and servitude would be the means.

With a glint of amusement, Linsley activated his Real Fantasy gift, casting an aura that twisted around Kaelith's form like an invisible chain. Kaelith's body jerked against his will, his glare still fierce but powerless, as the threads of control tightened around his mind.

Next, Linsley activated his Soul Contract (Purple) simulation talent, manifesting a spectral document between them, shimmering with soul power. It was a master-slave contract, the same fate Linsley had imposed upon the notorious Devouring Whale Overlord.

Controlled by Linsley's overwhelming influence, Kaelith's hand moved against his will, signing the soul contract.

The moment the contract sealed, a surge of energy bound Kaelith's soul to Linsley, marking the end of his defiance. His allegiance, once rooted in pride and arrogance, now lay entirely at Linsley's command.

Linsley smirked, releasing his control and watching as Kaelith's eyes shifted, dimming in realization.

"From this moment forward," Linsley declared, "you serve me and the Sinclair Order. Your sins against the weak will find their price paid in servitude."

The crowd watched in awe as Kaelith, once a symbol of unreachable power and arrogance, bowed in subjugation. Murmurs rippled through the gathering as people exchanged glances, seeing justice brought down upon an Overlord for the first time.

To them, Kaelith's fate was well deserved—a fitting end for someone who had looked down upon them for so long.

In this moment, Linsley had done more than defeat a powerful figure; he had redefined power itself, showing them a path where dignity could exist alongside strength.

Seeing their newfound admiration and trust, Linsley turned toward the crowd.

"Those who seek a life free of oppression," he announced, his voice ringing out clearly, "are welcome to join the Sinclair Order. We stand as a force for justice and power, a shield for those who've been abandoned by the so-called 'rulers' of this land."

The wasteborn and inferiors looked at one another, their expressions resolute. They knew the truth—without Linsley, many of them would already be dead or worse.

Without hesitation, many stepped forward, drawn by the promise of protection and the chance to wield real power under someone who respected their worth.

With a wave of his hand, Linsley activated his Real Fantasy gift, and in a dazzling shimmer of energy, they vanished, transported to the Sinclair Order's island.

Only those truly committed to his cause had been caught in the teleportation—a subtle filter had left behind nobles, royalty, and a few uncertain individuals. Those who remained blinked, uneasy, sensing that this opportunity was now lost to them.

Linsley was unconcerned with the few who hadn't been transported. Within the Sinclair Order, there was no room for half-hearted commitment, and his protective measures, including the watchful Holy Spirit of Judgment, ensured there would be no room for betrayal.

A fierce loyalty to the Order was required, and for those who had willingly stepped forward, there would be no going back.

Linsley cast one last glance over the remaining crowd, the ones who hadn't been chosen by the Sinclair Order's filter. Many looked on in awe, their lives forever changed by his power and the mercy he had shown

He felt no need to harm them; they had shown neither allegiance to his cause nor resistance to it.

He had spared their lives, as it went against his principles to kill those who did not stand in his way. It was enough for him that they had witnessed his strength and knew what the Sinclair Order stood for.

As he left the city, his thoughts shifted to another target.

Linsley's resolve tightened.

There was still a debt to settle, a festering wound from his past he was finally ready to confront.

The illegal organization that had stolen his childhood, that had taken Lucy, Ted, and him from the orphanage and subjected them to inhuman experiments, was about to face its reckoning.

With his unmatched power now at its peak, Linsley's wrath was a force that not even the strongest Overlords would dare cross.

While Linsley had been living in seclusion with Lucy and Ted, he hadn't been completely cut off from the outside world.

In fact, he had taken the initiative to hack into databases and conduct an extensive background check on the illegal organization that had experimented on orphans like himself, Lucy, and Ted.

What he uncovered was chilling: the organization was the dark side of a charity known as the Gale Foundation. Its chairman was none other than the Gale Overlord, the only Level 9.8 Overlord in the Gale Continent.

The nefarious purpose of the Gale Foundation's darker operations was to identify talented orphans and sell them as servants to the nobility and royalty.

Those who didn't meet the standards for selection were relegated to becoming experimental subjects—just like Linsley, Lucy, and Ted had been.

As Linsley soared through the air, he couldn't help but smirk with confidence, knowing he was about to confront the Gale Overlord.

'I wonder how my power will measure up against the so-called strongest in the Gale Continent?'