God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

Chapter 151: The Mentally Ill Overlord Who Dares To Call Himself A God

"Let's put that pride to better use," Linsley muttered, waving a hand to materialize a soul contract in the air.

It glowed with ominous purple light, the script curling like tendrils as it locked onto the Overlord, who, in his helpless state, could do nothing but sign his allegiance to Linsley and the Sinclair Order.

The contract flared, and in that moment, the Overlord's will was utterly bound, the smug superiority wiped from his face, replaced by forced obedience.

Linsley lowered his rifle, surveying his latest acquisition with satisfaction. "You'll serve the Order, and in doing so, perhaps you'll find redemption for your arrogance. I have plans for you."

The Overlord bowed deeply, his former arrogance replaced with a submissive obedience. "Yes, Master. I will see to it that everything is handled as you've commanded."

Linsley observed him for a moment, then held out a glass-like amethyst, the surface shimmering with faint flux.

"Here, take this," he instructed. "If any other Overlord dares to trouble you—or the Order—crush it. I'll be there to handle matters myself. Now, handle your duties as normal. Survey your region, but keep special watch for any possible interference."

The Overlord accepted the amethyst with reverence, nodding. "Understood, Master. I will ensure it."

Linsley continued, "And for the innocents left in the wake of today's destruction, provide for them. Make sure they are cared for, fed, and given a safe place to stay. They are now under the protection of the Sinclair Order. Do not forget their suffering; it is your responsibility to rectify the wrongs that have been done to them."

The Overlord bowed again, his demeanor shifting from arrogance to earnestness. "I will make it my priority, Master. The orphans and victims will be treated with the utmost care."

Linsley regarded him for a moment, assessing the sincerity in his eyes. "Good. You may have been a pawn of the corrupt, but now you will be a tool for justice. Remember that."

With that, Linsley prepared to leave.

With a flicker of flux, Linsley created a shimmering portal in front of him. "I have more branches of the Gale Foundation to deal with."

Without a moment's hesitation, he stepped through the portal, feeling the familiar rush of flux envelop him as he was transported to another location.

Years of planning had given him extensive knowledge of their locations, and the revenge he had meticulously crafted was finally within his grasp.

In the blink of an eye, he arrived at the next branch, his Unlimited Gun Works arsenal already summoned and hovering menacingly in the sky above the new target. The sight was both awe-inspiring and terrifying, a clear warning of what was to come.

With a satisfied smirk, Linsley aimed his golden sniper rifle once more, his resolve unyielding.

Looking through the scope of his golden sniper rifle, Linsley shouted, "Previous Command Set: Repeat!"

With that command, the effects he had previously used during the destruction of the last Gale Foundation branch were instantly replicated.

The rifle locked onto the targets, ensuring that evildoers within the branch were marked while innocent bystanders and victims were spared.

As the mechanisms whirred to life, Linsley felt the familiar rush of power surge through him, fueling his resolve. The sniper rifle hummed, ready to deliver justice to those who had orchestrated the suffering of so many.

"Fire!" he commanded, and explosions erupted in a cascade of brilliant golden light as the arsenal above unleashed its wrath upon the corrupt organization.

Craters formed where the building once stood, debris flying through the air, and panic erupted from within.

Once again, the innocent were left unharmed amidst the chaos, with the children who had endured unspeakable horrors now standing untouched in the heart of the devastation.

They looked around in confusion and disbelief, their eyes wide with a mixture of fear and hope as they grasped the reality of their salvation.

As the dust settled, Linsley surveyed the aftermath with satisfaction. He had struck a decisive blow against the Gale Foundation, sending a clear message: he would not tolerate the suffering of the innocent any longer.

Linsley's actions weren't solely driven by revenge; they also served as a means to spread the Sinclair Order's influence.

By subduing powerful Overlords and ultimately defeating the strongest one in the Gale Continent, Linsley would establish the Sinclair Order as an unstoppable force. This reputation alone would allow him to convert territories across the Gale Continent into Sinclair Order branches with minimal resistance.

This was why he focused first on dismantling the branches of the Gale Foundation—stripping away its corrupt footholds before he advanced toward occupying the territories themselves. After all, bringing each region's ruling Overlord under his control was effectively the same as ruling the entire region.

Once he had defeated the Gale Overlord, the leader of all Overlords on the continent, Linsley could begin expanding his plans to conquer the other continents of the Diviner World.

Linsley knew that every region of the Gale Continent was governed by an Overlord, and though he could leave now that he had demolished this branch of the Gale Foundation, he chose to stay, intending to assert control.

Raising his hand, he created an ornate golden throne in mid-air and seated himself, calmly awaiting the arrival of the region's assigned Overlord.

After only half a minute, he sensed a sudden surge of flux pressure approaching from about a kilometer away—a clear signal that the Overlord was closing in.

The Overlord's presence intensified, a turbulent mass of flux radiating a clear intent to dominate and destroy.

As he closed in, his form sharpened into that of a tall, muscular figure in dark, scarred armor, his expression seething with anger and scorn.

He took in the sight of Linsley seated nonchalantly on a golden throne suspended in the sky, looking thoroughly unimpressed by the display.

"So," the Overlord sneered, his voice dripping with contempt, "you're the infamous Linsley, the mentally ill Overlord who dared to call himself a god."

His gaze flicked upward to the golden arsenal hovering above Linsley, and he scoffed. "You think a few shiny tricks will save you?"

Linsley only smirked, reclining in his throne, an air of calm amusement in his tone. "Tricks, you say? Let's see if that smug attitude holds once you understand what you're really up against."

But the Overlord ignored him, rolling his eyes with a sneer. "Your insolence ends now. Prepare to die!"