God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

Helpless, sealed in the Bottled Anger, the Devouring Whale Overlord couldn't even summon its wrath, its power restrained by Linsley's earlier actions.

It had been one of the most powerful beings in the world, a peak Level 9.8 monster, yet now, it could do nothing but witness the slow, calculated destruction of its clan.

The Overlord's mind raced. It had always believed itself a force of nature, a ruler of the ocean who harmed no one unless provoked.

For eons, it had lived in relative peace, its clan staying within the boundaries of the Devouring Whale Ocean, avoiding conflict with the world outside.

But this human... this Linsley, had invaded their world, brought ruin to their home, and enslaved its kin—all for his own benefit.

To the Overlord, Linsley was no mere human. He was a monster. Far more monstrous than the whale could ever be.

Linsley hadn't killed out of necessity; he had chosen domination, control, and manipulation. He had made this cold, calculated move not just to survive, but to thrive—and to break the will of any who dared stand against him.

The Devouring Whale Overlord, sealed and powerless, could only watch as its world crumbled.

The pain of helplessness, of being unable to protect its clan, gnawed at it far worse than the loss of its freedom. Yet even the overwhelming sorrow could not manifest as anger. That too had been taken from it.

In the silent aftermath, Linsley glanced back at the bottle in his hand, his smile returning, cold and indifferent.

"You see now, Overlord?" Linsley's voice was low but sharp. "This is the consequence of standing in my way. You've just witnessed what happens to those who defy me. Don't worry... I'll make sure you remember it well."

The Devouring Whale Overlord remained silent, unable to respond, but inside, it felt nothing but fear for the first time in its long life.

Fear—not for its life, but for the monster who had defeated it.

Linsley's cold eyes remained fixed on the imprisoned overlord. He turned to Lucy, his tone cold and resolute. "Use your gift on it. I have no interest in prolonging its suffering. Besides, leaving it conscious only opens the door to betrayal. Too many unknowns, too many risks.

It's more efficient to simply wipe its consciousness and turn it into a puppet guardian."

Lucy nodded, her expression devoid of emotion. She stepped forward, her hand glowing with a dark aura as waves of flux rippled out from her.

The darkness twisted around her fingers, and she directed her gift toward the Devouring Whale Overlord. Her Fallen Angel: Lucifer gift allowed her to manipulate and magnify the sins within any being, and now she intended to use it to magnify the sins of the Devouring Whale Overlord.

The Overlord's body twitched within the confinement of the bottle, a deep, unnatural glow overtaking its eyes.

Lucy's power coursed through it, intensifying its lust, wrath, and other deadly sins, each sin intertwining and amplifying within the creature's essence.

What once was a proud, sentient creature now radiated raw, chaotic energy, teetering on the brink of madness.

As Lucy's power worked deeper into the Overlord, it struggled against the torrent of emotions flooding its mind, its once formidable will now overwhelmed. The creature thrashed violently, but the bottle held firm, trapping it in a swirling storm of sin.

Linsley watched with a cold smile. "See? That wasn't so difficult."

He looked closer to the creature trapped in the bottle, his voice filled with contempt as he spoke to it, though he knew it could no longer comprehend his words.

"It's all your fault. You could have accepted my offer—a deal that would have been beneficial for your entire clan. But no. You refused because of some illusory freedom you cling to. Heh."

Linsley's voice darkened, filled with disdain. "You were only qualified as a clan leader because of your power. But in terms of wisdom? You don't deserve that title. Your foolish pride has led your entire clan into enslavement."

As Linsley turned his attention back to the bottle, he noticed something—an anomaly.

The sin of wrath, normally present in the minds of all living creatures, seemed suppressed within the Devouring Whale Overlord.

It became clear to Linsley that the Bottled Anger artifact, which had been used to contain the Overlord's rage, was interfering with his Seven Deadly Sins Judgment. The artifact prevented the necessary conditions for the judgment to fully activate.

"Ah, so that's why the artifact didn't work," Linsley muttered.

Without wasting time, he activated his Universal Key (Gold) talent. Its shimmering energy pulsed around him as he directed its power toward the Bottled Anger artifact, using its unique ability to unlock anything in the universe to specifically unseal the aspect that was suppressing the whale's anger.

The moment the seal was unlocked, a surge of furious energy erupted from the Devouring Whale Overlord.

The Overlord's eyes flared as it was on the verge of breaking free from its prison. But Linsley was prepared.

"Seven Deadly Sins Judgment."

With a snap of his fingers, the rule-type artifact he had crafted surged into power. The ancient laws embedded in the artifact took hold, binding the Overlord's spirit to the judgment.

The wrath that had just been unleashed, along with the other magnified sins, surged through the whale's essence, overwhelming its will.

The artifact's judgment descended, reinforcing the sin-infused madness that consumed the creature.

Linsley didn't waste a moment. While the whale was utterly overwhelmed by the judgment, he activated his Soul Contract (Purple) talent.

Violet tendrils of energy extended from his body, wrapping around the Overlord's essence, binding it to his will. The contract etched itself into the creature's very soul, leaving no room for defiance.

The Devouring Whale Overlord, once a being of unmatched power in the ocean, now stood as nothing more than a puppet—a guardian beast stripped of its autonomy, bound to Linsley's every command.

Linsley's smile returned, colder and more satisfied than before. "This is the price of defiance. If only you had listened," he muttered, before turning his gaze to the vast ocean where the rest of the Devouring Whale Clan had fallen under his control.