God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

Chapter 46: The Death Envoy And The Truth Keeper

[After eliminating almost all of the avatar masters in the Avatar World, Evangeline soon arrived at the secluded retirement house of the Death Envoy and Truth Keeper.]

[Her background checks had revealed that these two were not only close friends but also housemates, spending their twilight years together in peaceful retirement. However, peace was the last thing they deserved after what they had done.]

[In reality, if Evangeline's age from her past life was considered, she was older than them and the gap wasn't even close.]

[As she stood before the house, a surge of icy energy began to radiate from her body, reflecting the cold fury within her. 'They could have enjoyed their retirement in peace, but they dared to take my beloved from me. For two old fossils who are already flirting with death, they sure have a twisted way of seeking it out. I'll end them and avenge Linley.']

[With a single, fluid motion, Evangeline extended her hand toward the retirement house.]

[In an instant, the entire building and the surrounding area were encased in a thick layer of ice, the very air freezing solid under the overwhelming power of her winter power.]

[However, just as the icy frost took hold, Evangeline's eyes widened in shock—there was no one inside.]

[Before she could process this, two old men suddenly appeared out of thin air, standing a short distance from the now-frozen house. Each one held a book, their respective avatars, in their hands.]

[The first old man, known as the Death Envoy, was a figure shrouded in an aura of death and decay. His face was gaunt, with deep-set eyes that seemed to peer into the very souls of those who dared to look into them.]

[He clutched the Book of Death, an ancient tome bound in what appeared to be human skin, its pages filled with names written in blood.]

[Behind him loomed a terrifying figure—a grim reaper, cloaked in darkness, its skeletal hand gripping a scythe. This was the sentient spirit of the Book of Death, a manifestation of death itself.]

[The second old man, the Truth Keeper, stood calmly beside his companion, exuding an air of quiet authority. His appearance was more scholarly, with a long, flowing beard and a pair of piercing eyes that missed nothing.]

[In his hands, he held the Book of Truth, a tome bound in white leather, with pages that seemed to glow faintly.]

[Unlike the Death Envoy, the Truth Keeper did not have a sentient spirit manifesting behind him. Instead, he wore a pair of Truth Reading Glasses—an artifact that allowed him to see through the truth and essence of others, stripping away all illusions.]

[Although both men each had only one avatar, those avatars had mutated upon reaching Zenith and absorbing a celestial crystal, awakening a sub-avatar of sorts, granting them abilities far beyond the typical Zenith Avatar Masters.]

[The Truth Keeper glanced at Evangeline, his eyes narrowing as he leisurely flipped through the pages of the book in his hand.]

[But as he read further, his eyes suddenly widened in alarm. "Fuck! That woman is the damn Goddess of Winter! Even if she's not at her peak, we have to go all out!"]

[Realizing the gravity of the situation, the Death Envoy, who had been hesitant to unleash his full power, steeled himself. He knew that any hesitation could cost them dearly, even if it meant sacrificing a significant portion of his lifespan.]

[The Truth Keeper, wasting no time, called out, "Evangeline Aurora Von Solstice is her true name!"]

[Armed with this critical information, the Death Envoy opened his Book of Death. With grim determination, he bit into his hand, letting the blood flow freely. Using his own blood as ink, he began to inscribe Evangeline's name onto an empty page.]

[But Evangeline wasn't about to stand idly by and let them act. With a swift motion of her hand, she summoned a fierce blizzard, the icy winds howling as they tore through the air.]

[The cold winter breeze, infused with her deadly power, rushed toward the Death Envoy, threatening to freeze anything in its path.]

[Just as the winter breeze was about to engulf the Death Envoy, the Truth Keeper stepped forward and shouted, "The winter breeze doesn't exist!"]

[As if his words were the truth and the scene and reality in front of them was a lie, the winter breeze disappeared as if it didn't exist.]

[The Truth Keeper's ability to distort truth and reality was formidable—he could declare something a lie and thereby alter reality itself to align with his perception.]

[However, the sweat trickling down the Truth Keeper's wrinkled face betrayed the immense effort required to transform such a powerful attack into nothingness.]

[His ability, though potent, had limitations. If he could have, he would have declared Evangeline's very existence a lie and erased her from reality, but his power wasn't at that level. Not yet.]

[Evangeline, undeterred, launched another series of relentless attacks. Each one forced the Truth Keeper to push his powers further, declaring her every move a lie and straining his energy reserves to their limits. Sweat now poured from his body, soaking his clothes as he struggled to keep up.]

[Growing increasingly desperate, the Truth Keeper shouted, "Ah, fuck! What are you doing, old boy? I can't keep this up much longer—finish writing her damn name and kill her already!"]

[The Death Envoy cursed under his breath, "Shut it, old beard! Her damn name is too long! These old fingers of mine can't finger like they used to!"]

[Despite his grumbling, the Death Envoy didn't stop, his hands trembling slightly as he painstakingly continued to write Evangeline's name in his blood, determined to complete the deadly ritual.]

[As the Death Envoy struggled to complete the writing, Evangeline's attacks grew more ferocious, her frustration mounting.]

[The air around her crackled with intense cold, the ground beneath her feet freezing solid as she summoned the full force of her winter powers.]

[The Truth Keeper, barely holding on, gritted his teeth and focused all his energy on maintaining the fragile barrier between life and death. "Hurry up, damn it! We won't last much longer!"]