God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

As they hesitated, Linsley pointed his golden gun at them, releasing the flux pressure around them. "Bark, or I'll show you just how serious I am."

One by one, they let out half-hearted barks, the sounds echoing in the fast-food joint.

Linsley reveled in their humiliation, knowing that demonstrating his status not only secured his dominance but also sent a clear message.

Level 8 royals occupied the highest tier of the social hierarchy, typically achieved only by the most talented older men. Even the noble's grandfather was only at Level 8.4 and was nearing his death.

In contrast, a young man like Linsley was an anomaly, which made them wary of him. His youth suggested he came from an Overlord family—one that boasted a powerful lineage.

After all, only those associated with an Overlord could have a Level 8 royal at such a young age.

With Linsley claiming to have parents and grandparents stronger than himself, as well as a guardian beast of Overlord status, the nobles recognized that offending him would be a grave mistake.

Even the royals waiting in their exclusive line regarded Linsley with a mix of envy and awe.

In the Diviner World, where the social hierarchy was deeply corrupt, power came from either overwhelming strength or an impressive background.

With Linsley's true status as a Level 9.8 Overlord, he was like a fish in water within the corrupt social structure of the Diviner World. If he chose to follow the rules and maintain the status quo, he could avoid drawing too much attention from the higher-ups.

Linsley understood that if he played along with the social hierarchy, he could rise among the elites and look down on those beneath him.

But Linsley, fully aware of the looming threat of the Outer Gods, wasn't short-sighted enough to limit himself to the comforts of the Diviner World.

He could have taken the easy route, living in luxury and enjoying the privileges of his rank. However, he had vowed to defeat the Outer Gods and save other worlds, so he couldn't waste his life on indulgence and false status.

Even as the strongest Overlord in the Diviner World, Linsley knew he wasn't yet strong enough to face the more powerful Outer Gods. That's why he had no interest in playing along with the so-called heroes and villains in this world.

Instead, Linsley focused on a greater plan: building his own religion to gather faith, a powerful resource for gods to increase their strength.

Although his Faith Divine Power talent was only of purple-grade, he knew that with a perfect simulation score in the full-dive simulation for the Diviner World, he could upgrade it to gold.

Once upgraded to gold-grade, Linsley could grow stronger even outside the simulation by colonizing other worlds, starting with the Avatar World and gradually expanding to nearby realms. While progress would be slow, it was still an alternative to relying solely on the simulation.

Having already established the Sinclair Pantheon, Linsley planned to collaborate with the gods under him, allowing them to assist in colonizing these worlds and promoting a unified polytheistic religion where he would be revered as the God King.

As for Terra, Linsley had no intention of recklessly battling the Outer God unless he was confident in being stronger than it, knowing better than to risk his life needlessly.

So far, Linsley observed that the Diviner World was much weaker than Terra. Even the strongest Overlords had power comparable only to a Zenith Avatar Master or a Magical Princess.

Of course, this comparison only applied to raw destructive power. Diviners had a unique advantage with their rule-based gifts.

Linsley was especially content with his Real Fantasy gift, which, though not omnipotent in terms of sheer strength, could turn his fantasies into reality. While not the most powerful ability, its versatility gave him an edge.

This power allowed him to confidently claim he was the strongest Overlord in the Diviner World. Even without relying on his simulation talents, Linsley was certain he could defeat any Overlord in a one-on-one battle.

As the nobles knelt before him, the oppressive weight of his flux forced them to let out weak, humiliated barks. Their trembling voices echoed awkwardly throughout WcRonalds, bouncing off the walls and filling the stunned silence.

The other customers, staff included, watched in disbelief. Even the royalties, standing in their exclusive line, glanced over with awe and fear, fully understanding the message Linsley was sending: in this world, power was absolute, and Linsley had just proven he held more of it than anyone in the room.

Linsley reveled in their humiliation. He knew that by forcing them into submission, he was not only securing his dominance but also sending a clear message to everyone in the establishment: power was everything in the Diviner World, and those who wielded it ruled.

Satisfied, Linsley finally lowered his golden gun, and with a simple flick of his fingers, the many guns hovering around the room disappeared.

The oppressive flux pressure lightened, allowing the nobles to breathe again.

"I don't expect you to stop bullying the wasteborn and inferiors," Linsley said flatly, "that's ingrained in this world's twisted hierarchy. But remember this day, and who stands above you. Next time, you won't get off with just barking."

With that, he turned his back on the groveling nobles, no longer interested in their fate.

They remained on their knees, their faces burning with shame, but none dared to make a move against him. The sheer disparity in power left them frozen.

The onlookers—nobles, inferiors, even some wasteborn—watched in silence, their expressions a mixture of awe and fear. Power was worshipped in the Diviner World, and Linsley had just made an unforgettable display of it.

Even some of the royalties in the exclusive line exchanged cautious glances, whispering among themselves. They now viewed Linsley with a new level of respect and wariness, fully understanding that he was not someone to be trifled with.

When the problem was resolved, Linsley didn't spare the nobles another glance.

He calmly walked to the front of the line and, with a casual wave of his hand, conjured a stack of Diviner Dollars—paper bills created through his Real Fantasy gift.

He handed them over to the cashier, paying for his meal as if nothing unusual had just occurred.

As he sat down to eat, his mind wandered back to the incident.

'This world sure is fucked.'