God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

The Lightning Dragon's once-pristine scales were scorched, torn, and darkened with wounds; raw fury turned to desperation, though the dragon's pride still held it from admitting defeat

In a desperate attempt, the Lightning Dragon gathered the last reserves of its energy, summoning a lightning storm that filled the sky with deafening thunder and blinding flashes of light.

Bolts rained down, aiming to blast both Fenrir and Orochi off their feet, but the mythical beasts held their ground.

Fenrir's dark, shadowy aura absorbed much of the lightning, while Orochi twisted its heads out of the way, dodging with fluid, serpentine grace.

As the storm faded, the Lightning Dragon heaved for breath, clearly weakened and struggling to stay aloft. Its once-proud posture sagged under the weight of its injuries, yet its fiery gaze remained defiant.

Linsley sensed its reluctance to surrender, a stubborn pride rooted deep within the dragon's heart.

"Enough of this," Linsley declared, his voice steady and commanding.

He raised a hand, summoning the glowing parchment of the soul contract, its edges shimmering with energy. "You will sign this, and your life will be mine to command."

The Lightning Dragon let out a deep, rumbling growl, its eyes narrowing to slits. "I will not submit to a mere human! You think you can bend me to your will? I am a dragon, a being of might and majesty!"

Linsley frowned, realizing that mere words would not sway the creature.

He turned to Yamata no Orochi, who remained poised and ready, its many heads watching the Lightning Dragon with predatory interest.

"Capture more of its kind," he ordered. "Bring them forth."

With a swift, slithering motion, Yamata no Orochi took off, darting into the stormy skies.

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Moments later, it returned, coiling around several other Lightning Dragons, their eyes wide with fear. They squirmed in desperation, realizing their situation as they were held hostage by the serpent's powerful grip.

"Now," Linsley said, his voice cool and unyielding, "this can go one of two ways. You can choose to join me willingly, or I can unleash Yamata no Orochi on your brethren."

The Lightning Dragon's fury shifted to fear as it witnessed the helplessness of its kin. "You wouldn't dare!" it roared, though its confidence wavered.

With a swift motion, Linsley nodded to Orochi.

One of the captured Lightning Dragons, trembling in the serpent's grasp, was swiftly crushed in a show of overwhelming power, its cries silenced by the creature's strength.

"Do you understand now?" Linsley's voice was cold as steel. "You have until the count of three to sign this contract, or more of your kind will suffer."

"Stop!" the Lightning Dragon bellowed, its pride crumbling beneath the weight of desperation. "I will not let you harm them!"

"Then sign," Linsley demanded, his eyes locking onto the dragon's.

With a heavy heart and a seething rage, the Lightning Dragon finally relented, its pride now buried under the instinct to protect its kin. "Very well… I will sign."

The dragon swooped down, its powerful talons trembling slightly as it gripped the contract. With a flourish of its claw, it marked its name in the glowing parchment, sealing its fate as a slave to Linsley.

The moment it did, the oppressive energy in the air shifted, and the captured dragons let out a mix of relieved and anguished cries, now understanding the severity of their situation.

Linsley felt a surge of authority as the contract took effect, binding the Lightning Dragon to his command.

"Now, take me to the other Level 9.8 Overlord of your kind," Linsley instructed, his tone firm.

The Lightning Dragon, still simmering with indignation, nodded reluctantly and soared ahead, leading the way through the sky.

Behind Linsley, Yamata no Orochi coiled gracefully, its scales shimmering with an otherworldly glow, while Fenrir walked on the sky as if it were solid ground, its massive form exuding an air of regal strength.

Linsley perched atop Fenrir's back, feeling a sense of exhilaration as they flew through the clouds.

As they glided over the sprawling landscapes of the Dragon Continent, the terrain shifted dramatically.

Linsley marveled at the breathtaking scenery below: immense mountains crowned with ancient trees, valleys cloaked in mist, and roaring rivers that sliced through the land like silver ribbons.

Finally, they approached a vast, celestial expanse that seemed to pulse with cosmic energy.

It was the domain of the Space Dragon King, the other Level 9.8 Overlord of the dragon race.

This dragon was not only the strongest but also the oldest, his scales shimmering with the hues of the cosmos, reflecting stars and galaxies as if he were the embodiment of the universe itself.

As the trio neared the Space Dragon King's territory, he caught sight of the Lightning Dragon flying under Linsley's command.

His eyes flared with fury, a deep growl rumbling from his throat.

"How dare you, Fulminis!" the Space Dragon King roared, recognizing the Lightning Dragon Overlord's defeat against Linsley. "You have brought shame upon our kind!"

The Lightning Dragon Overlord, still reeling from battle, met his king's furious gaze but remained silent, a mix of shame and defiance flickering in his ancient eyes.

Linsley stood firm, "I have come to unite the dragon race under my banner. You will either assist me or face the consequences of your kind's division."

The Space Dragon King narrowed his eyes, nostrils flaring with indignation. "You think you can sway us? You are nothing but a fleeting human! I, Zephyrax, will never bow to your will!"

"Your pride will be your downfall," Linsley countered, his voice steady and unwavering. "But I offer you a choice, Zephyrax. Join me willingly, or I will take what I want by force."

The Space Dragon King's eyes blazed with fury, his nostrils flaring as he surveyed the battlefield. "You dare threaten me, human? I am Zephyrax, ruler of space! Your words are empty, and your summons are nothing but illusions!"

"Illusions that have proven themselves against your kin," Linsley replied, his expression unyielding. "Look around you. Your kind is fractured and vulnerable. This is your chance to unite under my banner and regain your former glory."

"You think I would bow to a creature as fleeting as you?" Zephyrax growled, his pride swelling like a storm. "I will never yield to a human!"