God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

As the last in-game day drew to a close, the duo descended into the heart of their fortress—the control room.

The walls hummed faintly with power, the result of the generator they had meticulously maintained over their months in the game.

Before them, a massive screen flickered to life, casting soft blue light across the room. It displayed a detailed, interactive map of the game world, with glowing dots marking the exact locations of every remaining player.

Aurielle crossed her arms, her violet eyes narrowing in thought as she studied the map.

"Seven players left, including us," she murmured, a spark of excitement flashing in her gaze. "Looks like we've reached the endgame."

Linsley leaned over the console, his fingers gliding across the controls with ease as he zoomed in on a cluster of dots near the edge of the map. "Five targets. Two winners. It's time to bring the curtain down."

Aurielle's lips curled into a wicked grin as she placed a hand on the console, her voice sharp and commanding. "Let's make it interesting."

She flipped a switch, activating the communication channel that broadcasted to all remaining players in the game.

Her voice resonated across the entire game world, smooth and laced with a dangerous edge.

"Attention, survivors. The final stage begins now. Your locations have been revealed—not just to us, but to everyone. Check your maps. You'll find every remaining player marked. There's a 24-hour countdown starting… now."

The countdown timer appeared in the corner of every player's vision, ticking down mercilessly.

"Here's the deal," Aurielle continued, her tone both playful and menacing. "Survive the next 24 hours, and you win. Die, and you lose. Simple, right? So, what's it going to be? Are you the hunter… or the hunted?"

Linsley smirked as he leaned against the console, his purple eyes gleaming with anticipation. "Consider this your ultimate test. The apocalypse doesn't care about alliances, strategies, or your so-called survival skills. It cares about who's left standing."

Aurielle chuckled, spinning one of her pistols on her finger before holstering it. "We've given you the stage. Now, put on a good show. Or don't. Either way, we'll be watching."

The announcement concluded, and the communication channel cut off with a satisfying beep. For a moment, silence settled over the control room, broken only by the faint hum of the machinery.

"Think they'll appreciate the theatrics?" Aurielle asked, raising an eyebrow.

Linsley grinned, adjusting the scope on his rifle. "Doesn't matter. They'll be too busy scrambling to stay alive."

Aurielle smirked, turning her attention back to the map.

The dots were already shifting, players moving as they scrambled to process the sudden shift in the game. Some appeared to be heading straight for each other, while others made a break for what they hoped would be a safe hiding spot.

"Let's see how they handle the pressure," Aurielle said, her tone laced with amusement.

She tapped the console, zooming in on a pair of players converging near a ruined gas station. "Looks like someone's not wasting any time."

"Good," Linsley replied, slinging his rifle over his shoulder. "The sooner they pick each other off, the sooner we can finish this."

Aurielle glanced at him, her grin sharpening. "You ready to make our move, Emperor?"

Linsley stepped closer, his smirk unwavering. "Always, Queen."

…

The game world wasn't the frenzied chaos it seemed at first glance, but rather a tense, calculated battlefield where every move could mean life or death.

Among the seven remaining players in [The Last Stand], five were scattered across the ruins, each carving out their survival in ways unique to their skills.

Some relied on reckless aggression, their sheer mastery of weapons and combat mechanics giving them an edge.

Others remained hidden, choosing strategy and patience over raw firepower. But none were amateurs—every player who had survived this far was among the best.

Aurielle and Linsley, of course, stood above them all. Even stripped of their godly powers, their instincts, intelligence, and sheer skill elevated them beyond what mortals could achieve.

From their base, fortified into an impenetrable fortress over months of in-game time, they climbed to the rooftop with the ease of seasoned veterans.

A light breeze swept past as they crouched down, both wielding sniper rifles they had meticulously scavenged and upgraded.

Aurielle adjusted her scope, her violet eyes narrowing as she focused on two glowing dots on the map that hovered in the corner of her vision.

"We've got company on the rooftop of that building." She nodded toward a tall, half-collapsed structure across the city. "High ground advantage, sniper rifles. They're smart."

Linsley smirked, his purple eyes gleaming with calm confidence as he calculated the range. "Smart doesn't mean unbeatable."

Aurielle raised a brow, glancing at him with a smirk of her own. "So, what's the plan, Emperor?"

Linsley didn't respond immediately. His mind worked like a finely tuned machine, factoring in the distance, wind pressure, bullet velocity, and even gravitational pull.

The two enemy snipers, perched on their rooftop, had already begun scanning for targets, their movements efficient and deliberate.

Linsley adjusted the angle of his rifle slightly, his finger resting just shy of the trigger.

"They've got skill," Linsley muttered, his voice calm. "But not enough."

Aurielle glanced at her own map. "If we take the shot, they'll fire back."

"Let them try," Linsley replied, his smirk widening. "They won't get the chance."

As he spoke, the distant flash of a sniper's muzzle lit up the building's rooftop.

Aurielle tracked the path of the bullet with uncanny precision, her gaze unshaken as she raised her rifle.

"You take their heads," she said, her voice steady, "I'll handle the bullets."

Linsley didn't question her. They moved in perfect synchronization, their inherent connection as gods-turned-players manifesting in every coordinated action.

As one sniper fired a second shot, Aurielle's own rifle discharged, her bullet meeting the incoming one midair with a sharp metallic ping. Sparks flared briefly in the distance as both bullets disintegrated on impact.

"First one down," Aurielle murmured, already adjusting her aim for the next shot.

Linsley fired almost at the same moment. His bullet cut cleanly through the air, striking the first sniper in the head with pinpoint accuracy.

The body slumped backward, lifeless, as his partner scrambled to reposition.

"Second one's panicking," Linsley said, his tone laced with amusement. Your adventure continues at My Virtual Library Empire