God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

With a swift motion, he activated his identity distortion ability.

While his physical appearance remained the same, his clothes shifted, morphing into the sleek, shadowy attire of Phantom Reaper—the mercenary assassin.

"Much better," he said, glancing at his new outfit.

His dark, foreboding presence now matched the alias he had become known for.

With a smirk, he whispered, "Intra Ineo."

A flash of darkness enveloped him, and in an instant, he vanished from the supermarket, entering the chaotic battlefield dimension where the real action awaited.

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The battlefield dimension was like a mirror image of the real world—an eerily quiet reflection of the city, devoid of its usual life.

The streets and buildings stood exactly as they did in reality, but everything felt strangely still, as though frozen in time to serve as the battleground for the ongoing war between the resistance and the Outer God lackeys.

When Linsley appeared on one of the deserted streets, he immediately glanced around, frowning in impatience.

"Where the hell is Seraphina?" he muttered, his voice laced with irritation.

"She said she was just going to the restroom, and it's been ages."

His eyes scanned the surroundings, picking up distant echoes of explosions and the sharp clash of powers nearby.

"What's all this racket now? She better not be caught up in something without telling me."

Sighing, Linsley stretched his shoulders and cracked his neck. "Well, if she's busy, I might as well have a little fun of my own."

A smirk curled across his face. "Might as well kill two birds with one stone—vent my frustration and thin out the Outer God lackeys. Doing the world a favor."

Still cloaked by his avatar's invisibility, Linsley moved swiftly toward the commotion.

When he reached the scene of the battle, he stopped to observe, a wicked gleam in his eyes.

On the resistance's side, a familiar figure caught his attention—Magia Fleur, her pink flower-themed attire striking against the dull backdrop of the battlefield dimension.

Of course, Linsley didn't know her true identity as Seraphina, but he watched with some interest as she gracefully attacked the oncoming waves of enemies.

After all, while Linsley might not realize that Magia Fleur was actually his fiancée, who he was currently annoyed at, he still admitted that he had a crush on Magia Fleur. That feeling was reciprocated by Magia Fleur, too.

In his Phantom Reaper persona, he and Magia Fleur had a very good relationship with each other.

It was ironic, considering that Seraphina and Linsley were wary of each other in their true identities, each suspecting the other of being a spy sent by the Outer God Association.

In reality, the two of them liked each other in their secret identities, unaware of the other's true nature.

Beside Magia Fleur stood a mecha driver, clad in a white and red suit designed after a red bull. The suit was bulky yet agile, built for both combat and speed.

Linsley had read about mecha drivers on the internet, especially the fact that they could transform their mecha into mechanical animals.

This particular suit could turn into a red bull, allowing the driver to charge across the battlefield at high speed.

For now, the driver kept the mecha in its humanoid form, skillfully controlling four floating guns that hovered around him.

The guns fired light bullets, each shot precisely targeting the black tentacles launched by the Outer God lackeys.

Linsley crossed his arms, watching the battle unfold from his hidden vantage point. "Impressive," he muttered, half-amused.

"The mecha driver's holding his own, and Magia Fleur's doing well too. Maybe I'll let them soften up the lackeys before I make my move."

Still, he couldn't shake the impatience gnawing at him. "Damn it, Seraphina. You better not be taking your sweet time, or I'll have to finish all these guys myself."

Despite complaining, Linsley remained in the shadows, observing the battlefield.

On the opposite side, the Outer God lackeys stood poised, waiting for the right moment.

Unlike their grotesque reputation, they appeared human—ordinary men and women twisted by the Outer God's influence—but each of them could summon writhing black tentacles from their bodies.

There were thirty of them, all cloaked in dark energy, their expressions cold and unfeeling.

Standing at the forefront was their leader, easily identifiable by his presence alone.

He was tall and muscular, his body wrapped in a flowing black coat that billowed slightly in the air. His face was emotionless, a blank mask of indifference.

He did not make a move, arms crossed as if observing the battle like it was nothing more than a spectacle.

The leader's stance was calculated, watching his lackeys relentlessly attack Magia Fleur and the mecha driver, Aris, without lifting a finger himself.

It was clear he was waiting for the right moment to strike.

"He's just letting his lackeys tire them out," Linsley muttered to himself. "Not a bad strategy... but annoying."

Magia Fleur twirled her wand, her flower-themed attire glowing with energy as she dodged a series of black tentacles

"Floral Storm!" she shouted, waving her flower-themed magical wand.

A surge of magical energy erupted from her, a whirlwind of glowing petals that sliced through the air like blades.

The petals spun with a deadly elegance, cutting through the tentacles of the weaker lackeys, causing them to recoil in pain.

But despite the damage, more tentacles emerged from their bodies, relentless in their assault.

Nearby, Aris was equally embattled. His mecha suit, a white and red mechanical marvel designed after a red bull, moved with agility and strength.

Floating guns hovered beside him, firing light bullets that pierced through the black tendrils.

"Lightwave Barrage!" he shouted, sending a concentrated beam of energy toward the lackeys, tearing through their defenses.

The mecha driver gritted his teeth as he realized how outnumbered they were.

He activated the transformation feature of his suit, the mecha shifting into its bull form in a flash of red light.

"Bull Rush!"