God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

Chapter 198 Ridiculous Jealousy

Lucy's lance shimmered with a dangerous light, channeling her dark flux into its blade. "If you won't step aside, Linsley, I'll make you!"

Linsley didn't respond. He simply held his ground, his Real Fantasy shield shimmering faintly, its subtle flux aura adapting to the waves of power Lucy emitted.

He had no intention of truly fighting her—this was merely a tantrum, and he intended to let her vent it out.

Lucy didn't hesitate. With a single, graceful motion, she launched herself at Linsley, her lance aimed directly at his heart.

Dark energy swirled around her weapon, forming a vortex of concentrated destruction. The speed and precision of her strike were breathtaking, showcasing the full might of a Level 9.8 Overlord.

Linsley raised his shield in response, the translucent barrier flaring with flux as it absorbed the brunt of her attack.

The collision sent shockwaves rippling through the battlefield, scattering debris and forcing Aurielle to shield herself.

"Oh, she's really mad," Aurielle muttered, unable to hide her grin.

Lucy didn't relent. With a sharp motion, she unleashed a wave of darkness from her wings, the energy cascading toward Linsley in a deadly arc.

The air grew heavy with malevolence as her sin manipulation came into play, amplifying every shred of anger, frustration, and despair in the area.

Linsley countered effortlessly, summoning constructs from his Real Fantasy gift. Ethereal swords and shields materialized around him, deflecting the waves of darkness with practiced ease. Despite the ferocity of her attacks, he remained calm, his movements deliberate.

The battlefield, however, didn't share his serenity. Lucy's negative emotion manipulation seeped into the air, affecting the Dominion soldiers who had been trying to regroup nearby.

They fell to their knees, overwhelmed by despair and fear, their minds clouded by Lucy's influence.

Linsley frowned. "Lucy, stop dragging others into this. Your fight is with me."

"Don't act like you care!" Lucy snarled, her voice cracking as another surge of power erupted from her.

Linsley sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose as if he'd anticipated this reaction. "Lucy, now's not the time—"

"Don't you dare," Lucy interrupted, her crimson eyes blazing as she glared at Aurielle. "I'm talking to her."

Aurielle smirked, unfazed by the hostility directed her way.

She took a step closer, tilting her head with a mock-innocent expression. "Oh, me? I'm just his traveling companion. You know, keeping him entertained while he plays hero."

Lucy's wings flared wide, a surge of dark flux energy crackling around her. "Entertained?" Her voice dropped, each word laced with malice. "Is that what you call it?"

Aurielle raised her hands in mock surrender, her tone dripping with amusement. "Relax, sweetheart. You're acting like I'm stealing your boyfriend or something."

"That's because you're standing next to my Linsley!" Lucy shot back, her voice cracking with a mix of fury and something deeper—something vulnerable.

Linsley stepped between them, his voice sharp. "Enough. Both of you."

The intensity of his tone froze them both, though Aurielle still looked entirely too pleased with herself, and Lucy's anger simmered just beneath the surface.

Linsley glanced between them, his expression strained.

"Lucy," he began, his voice softer now, "Aurielle isn't the enemy here. She's just...tagging along."

Lucy's eyes narrowed. "Tagging along? You're telling me that she's not part of the Dominion?"

Aurielle interjected before Linsley could respond, her voice playful yet cutting. "I'd sooner eat dirt than work for the Dominion. I'm just here for the chaos—and maybe to make sure Linsley doesn't get himself killed."

Lucy's glare deepened, but her flux energy wavered slightly. "You're awfully smug for someone who's not even part of this fight."

Aurielle leaned forward, her violet eyes gleaming. "Smug? Darling, I'm just enjoying the view. You're the one throwing a tantrum."

"Enough!" Linsley barked, his frustration boiling over. He turned to Lucy, his tone firm but not unkind. "Lucy, stop letting her get under your skin. I'm here to talk to you—not argue over whatever ridiculous jealousy you've got going on."