God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

Chapter 128: Leaving The Gale Continent

Lucy's eyes widened, impressed. "You're creating a system where only the worthy can join, without needing to expose the island to the world."

"Exactly," Linsley replied. "And we'll establish a system that encourages growth within the Order. Our followers will generate faith points simply by worshiping me. But those who want to advance and gain more influence will be able to complete tasks for the Sinclair Order, like spreading the faith or converting others into becoming believers." Explore new worlds at M V L

Ted nodded, understanding. "And they'll be rewarded with blessings from you?"

Linsley grinned. "Yes. The more faith points they collect, the more blessings they'll be granted. And if they accumulate enough points, they'll be able to rise in the ranks—from believers to priests, bishops, or even archbishops. I'll personally bestow these blessings upon them as their God."

"But won't people eventually become corrupted by power?" Lucy asked. "Hierarchies often lead to abuse."

Linsley's smile faded slightly, his expression serious. "That's exactly why the Sinclair Order will be different. I know the wasteborn and inferiors are tired of oppressive hierarchies that crush them underfoot."

"In our Order, it will be forbidden for anyone—whether a priest, bishop, or archbishop—to bully or coerce those beneath them. The ranks are earned, not used for domination."

"We'll have a Holy Spirit of Judgment on the island, one created with my Real Fantasy, to oversee everything. It will monitor the island and enforce fairness. Anyone who violates this rule will face immediate judgment."

Ted smiled at the thought. "A fair system where even the weakest have a chance."

Linsley nodded. "Throughout history, religion has been a powerful weapon for shaping nations and conquering the world. Even the Pope of certain ancient religions wielded power that rivaled kings. With the Sinclair Order, we'll build something similar but without corruption. A place where people can find true salvation."

Lucy looked impressed, her red eyes gleaming with resolve. "It sounds perfect, Linsley."

"It will be," Linsley promised, his voice calm but filled with certainty. "Our Order will spread across the world, and when it does, no force will be able to stop us. The Sinclair Order will rise, and so will we."

Ted rubbed his chin thoughtfully. "A week to create the island and its fantasy characteristics might be enough, but... there's still the matter of the Holy Spirit of Judgment, the dream system, and everything else. It's not as simple as just making an island."

Linsley nodded, acknowledging Ted's concerns. "You're right. The island is one part of the plan, but creating the Holy Spirit of Judgment and setting up the dream system to filter the worthy followers will require more time. And I need to ensure everything is perfect—our security, the blessings, even the faith points system. Rushing it could cause unnecessary risks."

"How long do you think it'll take, then?" Ted asked.

Linsley paused, considering the complexity of the tasks ahead. "At least two years," he finally said. "It's not just about creating it, but perfecting every aspect. The Sinclair Order needs to be seamless, a flawless system. If we want to build something strong enough to rival the world powers, we can't afford to cut corners."

Lucy didn't even blink at the extended timeline. "Two years is nothing compared to what we'll gain. Besides, we'll be able to continue our training during that time. If we're going to deal with the royalties and overlords out there, we need to be even stronger than we are now."

Linsley smiled at her unshaken resolve. "Exactly. While I work on creating the island, you two will keep honing your Gifts. The two years will be as much about growing our own strength as it will be about preparing the Order. By the time we're ready to launch, we'll be unstoppable."

Ted, still processing the enormity of the task, finally smiled, his eyes full of determination. "Two years, huh? Well, we've waited ten. What's two more?"

Lucy nodded in agreement, her expression fierce. "We'll be ready. We've already come so far, there's no turning back now."

Linsley's voice dropped to a low, steady tone, filled with conviction. "The rise of the Sinclair Order will shake the foundations of this world. We won't just wield power; we'll become beacons of hope for those who have been abandoned by a flawed system."

After a brief pause, he continued, "Let's start the plan now. Pack up your things."

The trio set to work, retrieving their belongings and placing them into the storage rings Linsley had conjured from his fantasies inspired by xianxia novels. Each ring had vast storage space, perfect for their needs, though they couldn't hold anything living.

Once they finished packing, they stepped outside, the forest surrounding their home feeling eerily quiet.

Ted turned to Linsley, seeking confirmation, and received a nod in return.

With determination etched across his face, Ted clenched his fist, dark purple flux swirling around it. He unleashed a powerful punch, his Destruction Gift igniting as the house crumbled before them, leaving no trace behind.

"Time to go," Linsley urged as they left the remnants of their past behind.

The trio made their way through the dense forest until they reached the edge of the Gale Continent, where the vast ocean stretched out before them, its waves crashing against the shore.

They soon took to the air as Linsley used his Real Fantasy to make his fantasy about being able to fly real.

Lucy transformed into her Fallen Angel form, her dark wings spreading wide, while Ted relied on his flux to soar into the sky.

As a royalty, Ted possessed the innate ability to manipulate flux, allowing him to fly even though his Destruction gift didn't provide flight on its own.

Together, they crossed the ocean, with Linsley leading the way as he sought a suitable area to create the Sinclair Order's island.

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For days, they traveled over the ocean at full speed, occasionally taking breaks to rest and regroup.

The rhythmic sound of the waves below accompanied them as they flew, a soothing backdrop to their journey.

Soon, Linsley's sharp gaze caught sight of an area where the waters churned violently—an unmistakable sign that danger lurked beneath the surface.

"This area is infested with ocean-based monsters," he announced, a glimmer of excitement in his eyes. "We need to be on guard."