God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

Chapter 206 Fierce Monster Continent's White Tiger Clan

As Linsley's white flux surged around him, he raised his hand, summoning intricate patterns of energy. One by one, glowing portals shimmered into existence, each pulsing with the distinct flux energy tied to its destination.

Without hesitation, Ted stepped toward his portal, his brown flux steady and resolute.

"I'll update you as soon as the infected zones in the eastern regions of the Valora Continent are under control. We'll make this work, bro." He disappeared into the portal, the faint hum of flux energy lingering briefly in his wake.

Lucy approached the portal leading to the Gale Continent. Her wings shifted slightly as she turned to Linsley, her golden gaze unwavering. "The Overlords in Gale will understand their place. When I return, they'll be unified under your rule—whether they like it or not."

Linsley's tone softened slightly. "Be careful, Lucy. Bring them in line, but don't overextend."

She nodded once, then stepped through her portal, vanishing in a golden flash of light.

Aurielle stretched theatrically, her violet eyes alight with mischief as she approached the portal shimmering with golden light. "Dragons first, then bears? This is going to be so much fun. Try not to miss me too much while I'm gone."

Linsley's white flux pulsed faintly as he raised a hand, steadying the portal's flux field. "Focus, Aurielle. The Dragon Continent comes first. Once you've dealt with the infected there, I'll open a new portal to take you to the Bear Continent. Don't waste time."

Aurielle smirked, tossing a mock salute over her shoulder. "Got it, boss. Dragons first, bears later. Sounds like a wild itinerary."

Without further comment, she stepped into the swirling portal, the golden light enveloping her as it carried her to the Dragon Continent.

The chamber fell silent as the portals closed, leaving Linsley alone.

Turning toward the remaining screens, his gaze sharpened as he studied the Fierce Monster and Bird Continents, now highlighted with infected zones, unstable regions, and key monster clan territories.

His white flux flickered faintly as he traced a finger across the maps, his mind meticulously planning his next moves.

"The White Tiger Clan and Golden Lion Clan are already crumbling under the infection," he murmured. "If their leaders fall, the rest will follow. The Phoenix Clan, though... they'll need to be handled carefully."

His lips curved into a faint smile, cold and resolute. "No hesitation. No mistakes."

With a flick of his wrist, Linsley summoned his own portal, its energy gleaming with serene radiance. Stepping forward, he vanished into the light, ready to bring the monster clans under his rule.

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—In the Dragon Continent—

Aurielle emerged atop a craggy cliff, overlooking a vast, untamed expanse.

Mountains stretched across the horizon, dotted with towering dragons whose scales shimmered with corrupted flux. Their guttural roars echoed like rolling thunder, shaking the air with primal fury.

"Dragons infected already?" she mused, her smirk widening as her violet flux surged. "This is going to be a blast."

She cracked her knuckles, the air around her crackling with anticipation.

With a sharp leap, she dove into the chaos, her laughter ringing out as she charged toward the nearest corrupted beast.

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—Meanwhile, in the Eastern Regions of the Valora Continent—

Ted emerged into a scene of utter chaos. The air was thick with the stench of decay, and infected beasts and zombies prowled the land, their crimson flux glowing ominously.

In the distance, human forces were scattered, their defenses faltering against the relentless assault.

Ted's brown flux flared, swirling like a storm around him as he scanned the battlefield. "This isn't going to clean itself up."

With a burst of energy, he launched into action, his strikes precise and devastating. Each movement was driven by unyielding resolve as he carved a path through the infected hordes, stabilizing the zone one battle at a time.

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—Elsewhere, in the Gale Continent—

Lucy landed in the heart of a raging flux storm, golden and crimson hues swirling violently in the sky. The flux signatures of the Overlords pulsed in the distance, scattered across the continent like lighthouses of power.

"They've held out this long," she muttered, her golden eyes narrowing as her wings spread wide. "But they'll fall in line now."

Taking flight, she surged through the storm, heading toward the nearest Overlord stronghold. The turbulence around her only seemed to intensify her resolve.

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—Back in the Fierce Monster Continent—

Linsley stepped through his portal, emerging into the dense forests of the Fierce Monster Continent.

The air was thick with tension, the cries of infected beasts echoing through the trees. His white flux shimmered faintly as he advanced, each step precise and deliberate.

Ahead, the White Tiger Clan's territory loomed—a vast jungle fortress nestled deep within the continent. Signs of infection marred the area: twisted vegetation, corrupted flux crystals glowing ominously, and the guttural roars of infected tigers patrolling the borders.

"The White Tiger Clan's infected leader will be the first to fall," Linsley muttered, his voice low and cold. "Once their leader is gone, the clan will bend the knee."

He raised his hand, summoning a sphere of white flux. The energy pulsed outward, forming a radiant barrier that repelled the corrupted flux in the area.

With a sharp motion, he advanced into the jungle, undeterred by the hostile terrain.

—The White Tiger Clan's Fortress—

The fortress was a sprawling structure of ancient stone and overgrown vines, its gates guarded by massive, infected white tigers. Their fur glowed faintly with crimson flux, their eyes blazing with mindless aggression.

Linsley didn't hesitate. With a flick of his wrist, he activated his Real Fantasy gift, overlaying its precision onto the destructive force of Annihilation.

A wave of shimmering flux radiated outward, targeting only the infection within the corrupted beasts outside the gates. The crimson corruption disintegrated into nothingness, leaving their bodies intact as they collapsed, unconscious but alive.

The gates of the White Tiger Clan's stronghold trembled under the force of his energy, crumbling as Linsley stepped inside.

Inside, the air hung heavy with the stench of corruption.

White Tiger Clan warriors, their bodies partially infected but still clinging to fragments of sanity, turned to face him.

At the center of the hall stood their leader—a towering white tiger fully consumed by the virus. Crimson flux swirled chaotically around its form, its growl reverberating through the chamber.

"You dare intrude on our territory, human?" the leader snarled, its voice distorted by the infection, layers of malice and madness entwined.