God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

Chapter 28: Crushing The Bandana Gang, Troublesome Police

[After crushing the entire Bandana Gang's base into a giant ball of twisted debris, you didn't stop there.]

[You controlled two hundred of your tentacles to repeatedly pierce through the massive ball of wreckage, continuing this relentless assault for a full five minutes.]

[Even if someone somehow managed to survive being crushed into a meatball, you seriously doubted they could withstand being impaled for five minutes straight.]

[Your tentacles could be adjusted by you to have the properties of either sharpness or bluntness. So, when you transformed the tips of your tentacles into razor-sharp points, you made damn sure that every inch of the giant ball of debris was pierced like a pin cushion.]

[Afterward, you commanded all six hundred of your tentacles to crush the debris again, molding it back into shape, and then you hurled the giant ball of wreckage into the air.]

[In just the blink of an eye, six hundred tentacles slashed through the airborne mass, turning it into fine particles, as if it had been fed through a meat grinder.]

[You repeated the process while the debris was still airborne until the particles were finer than sand.]

["It'd be a fucking miracle if anyone survived that. Unless they've got some bullshit avatar ability that gives them a second life, I seriously doubt they're still breathing."]

[As you were savoring the satisfaction of finally demolishing your enemies, you noticed four golden shards gleaming among the debris. No matter how much your tentacles slashed at them, they remained impervious to damage, untouched by your relentless assault.]

[Familiar with what these golden shards were, you muttered in surprise, "Four avatar crystals? If I remember correctly, the Bandana Gang only had one avatar crystal."]

["So, one of those damn avatar masters inside must've absorbed three avatar crystals. I bet it was that explosive bastard. No wonder that asshole managed to kill me despite my awakened avatar in the previous simulations."]

["It seems it was the right decision to retreat. If I had faced four avatar masters, with one of them having absorbed three avatar crystals, even if I somehow managed to win, I'd likely be gravely injured," you mused.]

[But before you could make your move, the policewoman seemed to anticipate your intentions. Without hesitation, she fired her gun, the avatar in her hand glowing with a faint, ominous light.]

[Reacting swiftly, you propelled yourself into the air using your tentacles, dodging the bullet with ease.]

[But as you ascended, you noticed something strange—the bullet wasn't just flying straight; it curved in mid-air, tracking your movements like a predator honing in on its prey.]

['A homing ability?' you thought, your mind racing. You knew you couldn't afford to take any chances.]

[Not willing to let the bullet reach you, you summoned one hundred of your purple-colored invisible tentacles, converging them on the incoming bullet. The sheer force and number of tentacles overwhelmed the bullet, shattering it into pieces before it could come close.]

[Although using a hundred tentacles to destroy a single bullet seemed excessive, you knew better than to underestimate your opponents. The battle between avatar masters was unpredictable, and you couldn't afford to be careless.]

[Noticing that you still planned to flee, the policewoman's voice rang out with determination, "I won't let a criminal like you escape under my watch!"]

[Without hesitation, she fired her gun again, releasing a barrage of bullets as if her gun had infinite ammo.]

[The bullets homed in on you, curving through the air with deadly precision.]

[Realizing the danger, you swiftly summoned one hundred of your invisible purple-colored tentacles, lashing out and destroying the barrage of bullets before they could reach you.]

[You had hoped to avoid unnecessary bloodshed, but it was clear that the policewoman's gun avatar was relentless, and she wouldn't stop until you were either captured or dead.]

['I didn't want to kill them, but it looks like I don't have a choice,' you thought, your expression hardening as you prepared to retaliate.]