God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

Chapter 184 Targeting The Infected

The week wore on, and Linsley continued his work with measured precision, observing every shift in the virus, each new adaptation.

His weapon had proved reliable for now, capable of temporarily immobilizing the virus and halting its evolution within the infected hosts, but he knew that this was only a temporary solution.

Despite his restrained approach, he could see the relief it brought the researchers, who now clung to the belief that they might be turning a corner in this crisis. Linsley kept his true potential obscured, revealing just enough to keep their optimism alive.

Then, at the end of the week, a military courier arrived at the facility, his posture rigid and expression tense as he requested Linsley's presence.

"General Linsley," he began, saluting before handing over a sealed message. "We've received orders from command. A new outbreak has surfaced in one of Astral Dominion's major cities, and the infection is spreading on a much larger scale than anything we've encountered before."

Linsley took the message, glancing over the contents.

The urgency was clear: they needed him to bring his weapon to the outbreak site immediately. The request made sense—his tool to immobilize and inhibit the virus was the only effective countermeasure so far.

"Understood," Linsley replied, folding the message and dismissing the courier.

He gathered his equipment, methodically securing each piece, then headed to Dr. Kerr's office to discuss his sudden departure.

"I'll be leaving for the city," he informed Kerr, who looked up from his own research with a nod of understanding. "The virus has broken out on a scale they hadn't anticipated, and they want me to assist with containment."

Dr. Kerr nodded, visibly uneasy. "Take care, General. It's spreading faster than anything we've seen. And if this is a sign of what's to come... well, we're lucky to have your weapon, even if it's only temporary."

Linsley offered a brief, reassuring nod before he left.

Reflecting on the week's events, he considered how he had kept his abilities veiled, choosing restraint over display. Yet with the escalating severity of the outbreak, he knew that his current approach might not be enough.

He'd need to be prepared to take bolder steps if the situation proved more dire than expected.

...

"Lock On!" he commanded, his Real Fantasy gift enabling him to tag each infected target in his sights.

His view highlighted each infected individual as he calibrated the shots, the targeting system excluding any civilians or unaffected personnel with precise, calculated intent. He narrowed his focus further.

"Paralysis Rounds!" The moment he spoke, the first wave of rounds launched, racing toward their targets.

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Each shot hit with pinpoint accuracy, the paralysis effect immediately immobilizing the infected. Their bodies seized up, locked in place by the immobilizing rounds, rendering them unable to access any residual diviner abilities.

Without pausing, he activated the next wave. "Virus Inhibitors!"

Bullets fired in quick succession, each one designed to suppress the virus within the infected, halting further mutations or adaptations.

As they struck, the infected were engulfed in a faint glow, signaling the inhibition of the virus's evolving properties.

The battlefield shifted visibly under his control. The infected froze mid-movement, locked in place and rendered harmless by the precise application of his weaponry.

Linsley observed the stillness that followed, a stark contrast to the previous chaos.

As he lowered his weapons, the soldiers moved in, securing the immobilized infected, their expressions showing a mix of relief and awe. They'd just witnessed Linsley turn the tide with a show of sheer precision.

One officer approached him, nodding with respect. "Thank you, General. Our usual tactics couldn't keep up with their unpredictability. If it weren't for your... specialized methods, we would've lost control of the situation."

Linsley nodded briefly, acknowledging the gratitude without letting his focus waver.

As he scanned the field of immobilized infected, something caught his attention. Despite his thorough lock-on command, one figure hadn't registered among the infected targets.

A young woman stood near the edge of the quarantine zone, unscathed and seemingly unaffected by the chaos around her.

Strangely, the infected appeared to avoid her entirely, leaving her presence suspiciously undisturbed.