God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

As whispers of the Order's beliefs spread through the streets, more individuals were drawn to the Holy Churches, eager to learn and participate in this newfound faith that offered them a chance to rise above their circumstances.

Each new believer represented not just a number but a life transformed, igniting hope in the hearts of those long resigned to their fate. However, the rapid rise of the Sinclair Order did not come without consequences.

The higher-ups in society watched with growing alarm as the Sinclair Order empowered the Wasteborn and Inferiors, threatening the very foundation of the social hierarchy.

The Sinclair Order was not just a movement; it was a rebellion against the status quo, challenging the interests of those in power.

The fear of a united lower class rising up against them sent ripples of panic through the government and the elite Diviners, who saw their influence waning as the Order gained traction.

Tensions escalated when Archbishop John and other bishops took to the world, preaching the message of the Sinclair Order and inviting the oppressed to join their cause.

The government, desperate to quell this insurrection, dispatched powerful Diviners to confront them. These enforcers, wielding formidable Gifts, sought to intimidate and silence the growing movement.

During one such preaching mission, John and his companions found themselves surrounded, outnumbered by elite Diviners determined to crush the uprising.

The air crackled with hostility as powerful attacks surged toward them, threatening to extinguish the flames of hope they had ignited.

Just as it seemed all was lost, Linsley's presence enveloped them, manifesting a protective barrier that allowed John and the new believers to return safely to the Sinclair Order Island.

The miraculous escape solidified their faith and resolve, turning fear into determination.

The confrontation only fueled their belief that they were destined for greatness, and as they regrouped, the seed of rebellion had firmly taken root within their hearts.

The Sinclair Order was now not just a religious movement; it was a symbol of resistance against oppression, a beacon of hope for the disempowered, and a challenge to the very fabric of the Diviner World.

The battle for their future had only just begun.

And Linsley was making sure everything would go well. However, as he gazed at the grand island of the Sinclair Order, a realization dawned on him—a problem that, while not immediate, would soon loom over the horizon.

With the total population of Wasteborn and Inferiors exceeding 15 billion, it was impossible to accommodate all of them on the Sinclair Order Island.

Although the current population of the Sinclair Order stood at ten million, he knew this was only the beginning. As their influence grew, more would seek refuge, power, and purpose within the Order.

The island, vast as it was, could not contain the flood of new believers that would inevitably come.

Linsley narrowed his eyes as he contemplated the future. Expansion was inevitable.

"I don't have to worry about it now," he mused, the flux of Real Fantasy swirling around him. "But when the time comes, I need a solution—a way to secure the Sinclair Order's foothold in the world beyond this island."

As the Sinclair Order grew in power, the world's governments would undoubtedly resist.

The Order's rapid rise, especially with Wasteborn and Inferiors finding a sense of rebellion against the established hierarchy, would threaten the balance of power. Their enemies would come for them—sooner or later.

But Linsley already had a plan. The Sinclair Order Island would remain the heart of the movement, the sacred headquarters, but the true expansion would happen across the continents.

He envisioned it: branch sanctuaries in every major landmass, starting with the Gale Continent, where John had already been dispatched.

From there, they would establish more footholds, spreading their teachings and growing their influence across the Diviner World.

With each new branch, the Sinclair Order would integrate more land, gain more resources, and further its mission to liberate the oppressed.

"Lands in every continent... under our control," Linsley thought, the spark of ambition lighting his eyes. "We won't just fight against the current rulers; we will replace them."

The Sinclair Order would claim territories, offering freedom and power to the Wasteborn and Inferiors. With strategic planning, those territories would thrive, becoming sanctuaries of hope and rebellion—a rebellion against the old ways that favored only the powerful.

They would build fortresses and strongholds, protected by the mighty Diviners who followed Linsley's teachings, establishing themselves as an unstoppable force.

And so, the solution became clear in his mind. The island would be a symbol, but their true strength would lie in taking over the world piece by piece, transforming regions of oppression into centers of power for the Order.

It was only a matter of time before the Sinclair Order would rise to heights no one could have ever imagined.

So far, the Sinclair Order had only one Archbishop and two Apostles. Those Apostles were none other than Lucy and Ted, whom Linsley had entrusted with handling key branches of the Order's early expansion.

Though only a single day had passed since the Order's formation, it had already set the entire world on edge.

The sudden rise of such a powerful and organized group, centered around a mysterious figure like Linsley, had drawn the attention of the world's highest authorities. Governments, powerful Diviners, and even Overlords had begun to take notice.

Linsley knew that if he didn't act soon, these Overlords—beings capable of crushing entire countries—could easily crush the Sinclair Order's growing influence or at the very least, severely restrict its movements.

After all, as powerful as he was, he was essentially still one person.

While his projections could protect Archbishop John and the other believers, they weren't strong enough to take on Overlords directly. These beings were far too powerful to be dealt with from afar through simple avatars.

Standing atop the highest point of the bustling Sinclair Order Island, now teeming with millions of new believers, Linsley made his decision.

"I've remained in seclusion for too long, ever since Lucy, Ted, and I escaped the human experimentation," he murmured, the memory of their "painful" past still fresh in his mind.

"I haven't walked among society since then. Now is the time to see it with my own eyes—the corruption and rot that has infected this world."

He turned, looking out toward the horizon, his resolve hardening.

"And while I'm at it," he added, his voice firm with determination, "I'll meet those Overlords... and subdue them."