God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

"The Diviner World will be unified," he murmured, stepping into the portal. "Piece by piece, until no corner is left defenseless."

The light swallowed him, leaving the subdued Owls of Wisdom to prepare for the battles to come.

—Elsewhere, in the Gale Continent—

Lucy soared through the tempestuous skies, her white feathered angel wings slicing through the violent gales.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

Below her, chaos consumed the land—infected hordes rampaged through once-prosperous settlements, their crimson flux corrupting everything in their path. Amid the turmoil, the faint glow of Overlord flux signatures marked her targets.

She descended upon the first stronghold, a fortress carved into the cliffside of a towering peak. As she approached, razor-sharp wind blades surged toward her, tearing through the air with lethal intent.

Lucy's golden eyes gleamed as her Angel of Redemption: Gabriel gift flared, forming a radiant golden barrier that dissolved the incoming attacks into harmless gusts.

"Pathetic," she muttered, landing gracefully at the fortress gates. Her wings folded behind her, radiating an aura of divinity.

The defenders, their flux flickering with uncertainty, hesitated as her overwhelming presence loomed over them. Lucy raised her hand, releasing a wave of golden flux that surged across the courtyard.

The infected soldiers, their forms twisted by corruption, froze mid-charge. Slowly, the radiant energy seeped into their bodies, purging the crimson flux. One by one, the infected collapsed to their knees, their humanity restored.

A commanding voice rang out, cutting through the tension. "Intruder! State your purpose, or be scattered to the winds."

Lucy turned toward the speaker—a towering Overlord, his flux rippling with violent gusts. His armor gleamed with storm motifs, and his presence exuded authority.

"You're not the Gale Overlord," Lucy said coldly. "Step aside."

The Overlord snarled, his S-rank Storm Howl gift manifesting in a vortex of razor-sharp wind. "I answer to no one but the Gale Overlord. Leave now, or face annihilation!"

Lucy's expression darkened, her golden flux intensifying. "You should've run."

With a flick of her wrist, she unleashed a pulse of energy that tore through the vortex, sending the Overlord hurtling into the fortress wall.

His flux flickered as he struggled to rise, but Lucy paid him no further attention. Her gaze was fixed on the towering spire at the heart of the fortress, where the strongest flux signature pulsed.

Her path was interrupted as more Overlords surged forward, their flux signatures blazing.

"Do you think I fear you, Angel of Light?" one bellowed, his eyes glowing with an SSS-rank Iron Titan gift, his skin hardening into impervious steel.

Another, a woman, wielded an SS-rank Rainmaker gift, summoning torrents of water that froze into deadly spears in midair. A third activated his SSS-rank Flame Devourer gift, his fiery aura consuming all oxygen around her.

Lucy's golden eyes narrowed as their gifts converged in a coordinated attack. "You've chosen poorly."

The golden flux of her Angel of Redemption: Gabriel gift surged outward, clashing with the onslaught.

Her barrier absorbed the water spears, deflected the steel fists, and resisted the suffocating heat. However, her concentration faltered as another Overlord stepped forward—a gaunt, elderly man whose presence exuded dread.

The gaunt man stepped forward, his frail form radiating a menacing presence. His eyes, glowing faintly, carried the unmistakable signature of a gift that had toppled legends in the past.

He was Kaelith D'Arken, the Level 9.3 Overlord known for his SSS-rank Eye of Negation gift.

Kaelith's voice was as dry as old parchment. "Angel of Redemption, is it? Let's see how divine you are without your light."

His eyes glowed brighter, and Lucy immediately felt the shift in the battlefield. Her golden flux flickered violently before dimming entirely, leaving her without the radiant energy of her Gabriel gift.

A sharp pain shot through Kaelith as his eyes began to bleed, and his flux reserves drained rapidly under the strain of maintaining the negation field.

Lucy's golden barrier shattered, exposing her to the full fury of the Overlords.

"Now!" shouted the armored Overlord with the Armory and Weaponry Creation gift. He conjured a massive ethereal war hammer, swinging it with brutal force toward Lucy.

Simultaneously, the molten streams from the Molten Cascade Overlord surged forward, aiming to drown her in a flood of scorching heat. A barrage of shimmering Ethereal Shards rained down from above, their razor edges seeking to pin her in place.

Kaelith's strained voice rasped through the chaos. "Without your light, you are powerless!"

But Lucy didn't flinch. As the attacks converged on her, her crimson eyes flared, and dark flux erupted around her.

The oppressive presence of her Fallen Angel: Lucifer gift blanketed the battlefield, freezing the Overlords in their tracks. Her white angelic wings darkened, transforming into shadowy feathered wings that seemed to devour the surrounding light.

"You think you've won?" Lucy's voice was cold, dripping with disdain. "You've only unleashed something far worse."

The molten streams faltered mid-air, the shards of ethereal flux dimmed, and the war hammer's energy dissolved under the overwhelming aura of her Fallen Angel: Lucifer gift.

Tendrils of darkness erupted around Lucy, warping the battlefield with a suffocating weight of despair and sin.

Lucy vanished in a blur, reappearing before the Molten Cascade Overlord. Her dark flux surged as she struck, her tendrils latching onto his molten armor.

The Molten Cascade Overlord screamed as the tendrils drained his energy and corrupted his flux, reducing his once-formidable power to nothingness. His body crumbled as his flux signature extinguished entirely.

The armored Overlord swung again, desperation etched on his face.

Lucy caught the weapon mid-swing, the force of her grip shattering it into flux fragments. She drove her knee into his chest, sending him crashing into the ground with a thunderous impact.

"You're pathetic," she muttered, stepping over his prone form, her white wings and dark aura casting an ominous shadow.

Kaelith staggered, his bleeding eyes widening in horror as Lucy turned her attention to him. "Your gift negates my power," she said icily. "But at what cost? You're already breaking."

Kaelith clenched his fists, forcing his flux to maintain the Eye of Negation, but his reserves were nearly depleted.

Blood dripped steadily from his eyes, and his frail body trembled. He collapsed to one knee, coughing violently.

The remaining Overlords hesitated, their pride wavering under the oppressive weight of her aura.

One of them, the Ethereal Shards wielder, rallied his courage and shouted, "We can still take her! Together—"

Before he could finish, Lucy's tendrils shot forward with blinding speed, impaling him through the chest. His words turned to a strangled gasp as his body disintegrated into a flicker of fading flux.

She turned to the others, her voice sharp and devoid of mercy. "Who's next?"

Kaelith, still kneeling, forced himself to look up, his gaze trembling yet defiant. "You're a monster," he rasped, blood staining his mouth.

Lucy stepped closer, the tendrils of sin and darkness swirling around her. "And you're a fool," she replied coldly.

With a flick of her wrist, the tendrils lashed out, coiling around Kaelith. His frail form quaked under the relentless pressure. He struggled, his flux faltering entirely, before the darkness consumed him.

Kaelith's lifeless body crumpled to the ground, his signature extinguished in finality.

The remaining Overlords, seeing their powerful ally fall, dropped their weapons. Their defiance drained away, replaced by terror.

Lucy's crimson gaze swept over them, her white angel wings now an unsettling contrast to the oppressive darkness she exuded. "Your resistance was as pitiful as your pride. The Gale Continent belongs to me now."

With a wave of her hand, she released a surge of golden flux, her Angel of Redemption: Gabriel gift reigniting to cleanse the battlefield.

The corrupted soldiers scattered across the field were enveloped in radiant light, their twisted forms purged and restored to humanity.

The Overlords watched, stunned, as the once-tormented soldiers fell to their knees in relief.

"Serve me," Lucy commanded, her voice unyielding, "or share his fate."

She gestured toward Kaelith's lifeless form, her tone icy and absolute.

The Overlords exchanged hesitant glances before bowing their heads in submission, their earlier defiance utterly extinguished.

…

—The Gale Overlord's Domain—

The winds howled with renewed fury as Lucy approached the heart of the fortress. The gale intensified, roaring like a tempest bent on forcing her back. Yet her steps were steady, her crimson eyes locked on the towering throne ahead.

There sat the Gale Overlord, the lone Level 9.8 ruler of the continent. His aged form exuded both wisdom and power.

His silver hair, streaked with remnants of dark strands, fell to his shoulders, framing a gaunt face lined with countless battles. His sharp eyes, filled with both defiance and ancient cunning, studied her as she approached.

Resting across his lap was a cane crafted from enchanted wood, its length etched with glowing runes that pulsed faintly with his flux. Though his body appeared frail, the storm encircling him was alive with unrelenting power.

"So," the Overlord said, his gravelly voice calm yet sharp. "The Angel Overlord has defeated my subordinates. Impressive, but ultimately meaningless. What hope does a single being, even a powerful Overlord, have against the storm?"