God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

The Gale Overlord conjured a powerful wind barrier and raised his cane defensively, but the unrelenting assault began to chip away at his defenses, cracking his defenses and wearing down his armor.

Realizing the inevitable, the Gale Overlord's voice trembled with a grudging acknowledgment. "Perhaps I underestimated you... but do you truly think I'll bow so easily?"

Linsley's eyes were cold as he approached, holding out the Soul Contract scroll. "You have two choices. Surrender and join the Sinclair Order, or be eradicated. I'm giving you the chance to decide."

A long silence filled the chamber as the Gale Overlord's face shifted from defiance to resignation.

He lowered his cane, staring at the scroll in Linsley's hand. "Very well. You've won, Linsley. For whatever that's worth."

Without another word, he reached out, his trembling hand signing the contract, sealing his loyalty to the Sinclair Order.

"Wise choice," Linsley said softly, rolling up the scroll and watching as the binding energy enveloped the Overlord. "Not that you have any other choice anyway."

The Gale Overlord sighed, a heavy exhalation that seemed to echo throughout the chamber, carrying with it the weight of a lifetime of struggles and choices.

For all his power, pride, and tenacity, he had known that this day was inevitable the moment Linsley's influence began spreading across the Gale Continent.

If he had been a lone warrior with no bonds, no attachments, he would have fought to the bitter end without hesitation.

Death in battle would have been a fitting end to his legacy, a culmination of his unbreakable will. But those ties were the very things he had dedicated his life to protecting.

Linsley's reputation was enough to tell him there would be no mercy shown toward his loved ones. This man wasn't one of those naive idealists afflicted with hero syndrome, unwilling to make hard decisions.

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Linsley was calculating and decisive, someone who wouldn't hesitate to eliminate anyone who stood in his way—even entire families—if it served his cause.

As the binding energy from the contract settled around him, the Gale Overlord straightened slightly, a shadow of defiance remaining in his eyes even as his fate was sealed.

"Your family will be left in peace," Linsley said, acknowledging the unspoken understanding between them. "Serve me well, and I'll keep them safe."

The Gale Overlord nodded, accepting his fate with a quiet resolve. He had no illusions about the path that lay ahead, but he would survive to protect what he could—and perhaps, one day, he would find a way to reclaim what he had lost.

Linsley was fully aware of the Gale Overlord's inner thoughts. The moment the Overlord signed the enslavement contract, all his intentions lay bare to Linsley, who now held absolute mastery over him.

But Linsley felt little concern. The trace of defiance lingering in the Gale Overlord's mind was nothing more than a means of coping with his forced loyalty.

It wasn't a real threat—simply the last shred of his pride attempting to survive the reality of his enslavement. True rebellion would be impossible; the soul contract was too binding and absolute.

Only an Outer God vastly more powerful than Linsley himself could ever hope to override the contract.

Confident in the ironclad control he held over his enslaved Overlords, Linsley had no worries about betrayal.

With nearly the entire Gale Continent under his control through the Sinclair Order and his enslaved Overlords, Linsley was steadily tightening his grasp over the Gale Continent. So far, he hadn't detected any signs of interference from the Outer God.

But he knew better than to trust this calm. Every world chosen by his God Simulator inevitably bore the influence of an Outer God; it was either too well-hidden for him to sense or had not yet arrived.

Linsley hoped for the latter because, if the Outer God's presence already eluded his perception, defeating it might be impossible.

Satisfied with his latest conquest, he instructed the newly enslaved Gale Overlord to accelerate the Sinclair Order's expansion, leaving the ancient warrior to reflect on his altered fate.

As Linsley's figure faded from view, the Gale Overlord exhaled a deep, weary sigh. 'Perhaps he truly is a god,' he thought, a trace of reluctant awe in his gaze.

Despite his countless years and encounters with other Level 9.8 Overlords, he'd never faced one with Linsley's sheer power and decisive presence.

'Maybe he really is a divine incarnation.'

With this thought, the Gale Overlord felt his resistance wane. Whether he saw Linsley as a god or not, he'd already signed away his freedom.

The contract bound him completely, leaving him to serve the Sinclair Order and its powerful leader—willing or not.

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A month had passed since Linsley founded the Sinclair Order.

In this short time, the Sinclair Order had risen to become the dominant religion across the Gale Continent, with its influence beginning to seep into neighboring continents. However, Linsley hadn't yet launched an aggressive expansion into these regions.

He knew better than to spread his forces thin and was focused on fully consolidating his resources in the Gale Continent before making his next move. Without this foundation, a hasty expansion would lead to instability, risking the Sinclair Order's collapse.

Throughout the past month, Linsley had confirmed that there was no sign of the Outer God's influence within the Gale Continent. Though this was reassuring, he was aware of the world's vastness.

The Diviner World was so expansive that even the most powerful Level 9.8 Overlords had not uncovered all of its mysteries.

Of the nine known continents, five were home to human civilizations, while the remaining four were dominated by powerful monster species.

The Gale Continent, one of these human lands, was Linsley's first conquered territory. Given time, he was confident his influence would reach the remaining continents, steadily spreading the Sinclair Order's reach across the world.

The other human continents wouldn't be too difficult for Linsley to conquer, especially since, according to the Gale Overlord, no one had ever reached Level 9.9.

There were only twelve known Level 9.8 Overlords across the world—including the monster Overlords but excluding Linsley himself.

Taking a break from managing the Sinclair Order's affairs, Linsley sighed. 'Integrating all the human and monster continents into Sinclair Order's territory will take time,' he thought. 'But it would be faster if I could subdue the remaining Level 9.8 Overlords.'