God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

Chapter 204 Rewriting History By Realizing The Fantasy

"Yes," Linsley interrupted. His white flux erupted around him, shimmering with overwhelming intensity as he raised a hand.

The air itself seemed to distort as his Real Fantasy gift activated, its power resonating across the Valora Continent.

Aurielle added with an almost matter-of-fact shrug, "And don't forget to fantasize away those pesky issues like rebellions, imperial bloodline disputes, or anyone doubting your rule. Oh, and rewrite the history books. Make it so the Emperor's ancestors stole the throne from your oh-so-noble bloodline."

Linsley smirked faintly. "Already accounted for."

The world around them began to shift.

A golden, translucent wave of flux radiated outward, spreading across the Astral Dominion and beyond.

The battlefield dissolved, replaced by a vision of imperial grandeur—banners bearing Linsley's insignia flying high, soldiers kneeling in unwavering loyalty, and the Emperor's visage wiped from history entirely.

Ted staggered back, his brown flux flickering in awe. "You... you actually did it. It's like it always belonged to you."

Lucy's golden eyes widened as she observed the seamless transition.

The oppressive invisible dark flux that had once marred the Dominion's territories dissipated, replaced by an air of peace and order. "This... this is perfect. No loose ends."

Aurielle leaned back against the wall of the underground chamber, crossing her arms with a satisfied smirk. "Not bad, World God. Not bad at all. Guess you can be efficient when you want to be."

Linsley lowered his hand, the shimmering flux fading as the Real Fantasy gift completed its work.

A moment of silence settled over the group, broken only by the faint hum of energy still lingering in the air.

Linsley's white flux rippled around him as he turned to face them. His expression was cold, calculated, and resolute. "Not yet."

Ted blinked in surprise. "Wait... what? Not yet? But I thought—"

Linsley raised a hand, cutting Ted off. "The Astral Dominion is only the beginning. In the previous timeline, the Sinclair Order's failure wasn't just in its inability to oppose the Outer Gods—it was in its flawed approach to unifying this fractured world."

"By establishing itself as a religion and gathering faith energy, it not only failed to bring true order but also drew the attention of the Outer Gods. That mistake allowed the Outer God to descend and destroy the Diviner World. This time, I won't repeat that error."

He turned toward the glowing screens, his dark flux rippling with purpose as they displayed regions across the Diviner World. "Now, I'm not a prophet or a religious leader. I'm the Emperor. No faith energy. No divine following. Just power and control. The Outer Gods won't be drawn here by arrogance or carelessness. If I leave this world before it's secure, history will repeat itself, and there won't be a second chance."

Aurielle tilted her head, her grin sly. "Oh, so the mighty World God is taking the scenic route this time? How noble of you. Though, I have to say, playing Emperor does suit you. It's a lot less 'holy' and a lot more you."

Lucy's golden eyes softened, and she stepped closer to Linsley, her white feathered wings lightly fluttering.

Her voice was calm yet filled with conviction. "Whatever you decide, whatever actions you take, I'll stand by you. Just like I did in the previous timeline—as your Apostle when you were the Sinclair Order's God of Real Fantasy, and now as your Empress, with you as the Emperor of the Astral Dominion."

Her gaze met his, unwavering and sincere. "Linsley, I've always believed in you. Not because of your power, or your plans, but because of who you are. No matter what role you take, I'll follow you. Not out of obligation, but because I love you."

Ted blinked in surprise at Lucy's confession, his brown flux flickering slightly.

Aurielle raised an eyebrow, a sly grin playing on her lips as she leaned casually against the wall. "Well, well. This just got interesting."

Linsley's expression remained composed, though a flicker of something softer crossed his face.

He met Lucy's gaze, his voice steady but laced with sincerity. "Thank you, Lucy. Your trust means everything to me, and I'll carry it with me. But..." He paused, his white flux rippling faintly. "I can't respond to your feelings—not yet."