God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

The second sniper tried to fire again, but Aurielle intercepted their shot with the same deadly precision, her bullet colliding with theirs in midair.

Linsley didn't wait—he adjusted his aim and pulled the trigger.

The second sniper dropped, his lifeless body collapsing against the edge of the rooftop.

Aurielle leaned back slightly, lowering her rifle as her smirk widened. "Two less threats. Five players left."

Linsley sat back on his heels, exhaling as he watched the dots disappear from the map. "That's why they shouldn't mess with gods—even in a mortal shell."

"Couldn't have said it better myself," Aurielle replied, spinning her rifle once before letting it rest against the rooftop railing.

…

The remaining three players in the game were sharp enough to grasp the situation.

The glowing dots marking the two snipers had vanished abruptly, and the global announcement from Aurielle and Linsley only reinforced the truth—they were up against opponents operating on an entirely different level.

Aurielle's voice had rung through the game world, both playful and commanding. "Attention, survivors. I'm sure you've all noticed the player count just dropped. Here's a little heads-up: we're watching, and we're coming for you."

Linsley's tone followed, calm and laced with a faint smirk. "But don't let us distract you. There's still a free-for-all happening. You might want to focus on not dying."

The global channel cut off, leaving the surviving players to process their next moves. It didn't take long for the three to recognize the stakes.

If they clashed with each other now, they'd only weaken themselves and guarantee Aurielle and Linsley's inevitable victory.

While alliances were fragile in a game like this, survival instincts trumped paranoia. They banded together—not to attack Aurielle and Linsley, but to vanish into the ruins, evading confrontation entirely.

…

Hours passed as the countdown continued, the glowing dots on the minimap shifting slowly but deliberately.

Aurielle lounged on the rooftop of their fortress, her rifle balanced across her knees, watching the movements with interest.

"They're not idiots," she remarked, tilting her head toward the map. "Looks like they've teamed up."

Linsley, seated next to her with his own rifle propped against the railing, glanced at the display. "Smart move. They know the victory condition doesn't demand they kill us—just that they survive."

Aurielle grinned, resting her chin on one hand. "Too bad they don't realize we're the ones who wrote the rules."

Indeed, the loophole had been deliberate. The 24-hour survival requirement didn't specify a single winner. Both Aurielle and Linsley had agreed beforehand that killing each other would ruin the fun. Explore more at My Virtual Library Empire

After all, the game wasn't about competition for them—it was an extension of their shared date, a playground where they could test their skills and enjoy each other's company.

"Let's see how long they can keep this up," Linsley said, his smirk sharp as he adjusted the magnification on his scope.

…

The three remaining players moved with calculated caution, their glowing dots on the minimap shifting steadily toward the outskirts of the game world.

Aurielle's violet eyes narrowed as she tracked their progress. "Looks like they're not stupid enough to stick to high ground this time. They're moving underground."

Linsley raised an eyebrow, his purple eyes flicking between the map and the distant horizon. "An underground bunker, most likely. Smart. With limited entrances and fortifications, it's a defensive dream."

Aurielle groaned, slumping against the railing of their rooftop perch. "Defensive dream? More like a turtle's paradise. They're going to hide like cowards and wait out the timer."

Linsley chuckled, resting his rifle against the edge. "Hiding is still part of survival. It's a valid strategy, even if it's boring."

"It's infuriating," Aurielle snapped, tapping her fingers on her rifle. "Storming a bunker is a nightmare. If it's locked and barricaded, we'll waste precious time breaking in. And if we use explosives, we risk killing ourselves in the process."

"Exactly," Linsley said, his smirk widening. "That's what makes it fun."

Aurielle turned her glare on him, though there was a spark of amusement in her eyes. "You're impossible."

"And you love it," Linsley replied with a wink, adjusting the zoom on his rifle. "Let's scope it out first. We're not rushing in blind."

…

The duo moved with practiced ease, navigating the ruins with an eerie calm. Though the area was fraught with danger, they were no strangers to its rhythms.

Zombies shuffled aimlessly through the streets, their groans blending into the desolate ambiance. Every now and then, a solitary screech echoed in the distance, hinting at larger hordes prowling elsewhere.

It didn't take long to locate the bunker—an old military installation buried beneath a collapsed building, vines creeping over its exposed edges.

The faint glow of lights inside hinted at power, likely restored by a generator the three players had scavenged.

Aurielle crouched behind a pile of rubble, her sharp eyes scanning the entrance through her scope.

A pair of zombies clawed lazily at the bunker's sealed doors, oblivious to their quarry inside.

"Sealed shut," she muttered, lowering her rifle. "There's no way we're getting in quietly. Even if we do, I'd rather not have a horde breathing down our necks the entire time."

Linsley knelt beside her, his purple eyes thoughtful as they flicked between the map and the bunker. "We don't need to get in. We just need to force them out."

Aurielle raised an eyebrow. "And how exactly are we going to pull that off?"

Linsley's smirk turned devilish as he nodded toward the bunker's ventilation pipes and generator. "They're depending on that generator for everything—lights, air, and the reassurance that the dead stay out. We cut the power, and they'll have to make a choice: suffocate, or come out and deal with us."

Aurielle's grin widened as she leaned closer, her voice dripping with approval. "I knew there was a reason I kept you around."

…

They moved like wraiths through the shadows, slipping past wandering zombies with minimal effort.

Aurielle dispatched a stray group with her silenced pistols, the muted 'pfft' of each shot barely registering in the eerie stillness.

Linsley watched her with quiet admiration, his rifle ready but unnecessary.

They reached the generator, nestled in a small alcove near the bunker's edge. A handful of zombies loitered around it, drawn by the faint hum of power.

Linsley gestured for Aurielle to cover him, and she nodded, her pistols trained on the undead.

"On my mark," he murmured.