God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

She looked no older than sixteen, her golden-blonde hair cascading down her back in soft waves, catching the faint light in a way that gave her an almost halo-like aura.

Her violet eyes sparkled with an energy that seemed to clash with the oppressive gloom, a playful, lively brightness that ignored the grim reality around her.

Her attire—a simple, flowing ivory dress with subtle gold accents—was graceful yet incongruous, more suited to a garden party than to a disaster zone.

Strangely, the infected kept their distance, almost as if repelled by her presence. The undead parted around her, avoiding her entirely, as though she were surrounded by an invisible barrier that held them at bay.

Her aura was unmistakable—she was a quiet yet striking figure, undisturbed even amidst the ruined surroundings.

Linsley narrowed his eyes, assessing her with the practiced gaze of someone well-versed in identifying anomalies. This was no coincidence.

With deliberate, measured steps, Linsley approached her, his gaze unwavering as he addressed her in the tone of a seasoned officer. "You there. Identify yourself. This is a restricted zone."

The young woman turned at his voice, her face lighting up with an unexpected smile, as though genuinely pleased to be standing in the midst of a quarantined area.

She raised a hand in a cheerful wave, her expression open and lively, strikingly at odds with the high-stakes situation.

"Oh, hi there!" she called out brightly, her tone filled with an almost inappropriate cheer. "Didn\'t expect someone like you to show up here! Looks like things just got a lot more interesting."

Linsley\'s gaze hardened as he maintained his firm stance, scrutinizing her with a military precision that brooked no nonsense. Despite her carefree demeanor, he noted the effortless way she navigated the scene, seemingly oblivious to the threat around her.

"This area is under strict quarantine and lockdown," he said, his voice cool and commanding. "You\'re in a restricted zone. Explain yourself—now."

The woman clasped her hands behind her back, tilting her head with a carefree grin, as if oblivious to the grim tension thick in the air. "Oh, just sightseeing! The view here is… well, different."

Her eyes sparkled with a mix of innocence and mischief as she glanced around, her lighthearted tone striking an eerie contrast against the devastation surrounding them.

Linsley\'s gaze hardened as he analyzed her every movement. Even as a Level 9.9 Overlord—someone who had reached the absolute peak of power in the Diviner World, with the ability to ascend to a higher realm—he found her presence unsettlingly ambiguous.

She felt both powerful and not powerful, her aura an odd contradiction that defied easy categorization.

It was foreign yet familiar, like something just on the edge of his understanding, but without the chaotic distortion he would normally associate with the Outer Gods.

"Sightseeing," he echoed, his voice steady and authoritative. "And why exactly are the infected keeping their distance from you?"

She tilted her head, her smile unfazed. "Oh, that?"

She let out a light, almost musical laugh. "Maybe they just know better than to mess with me. I wouldn\'t want them ruining the moment, after all."

Underneath her casual demeanor and playful smile, Linsley sensed a deeper, concealed purpose, one that eluded easy understanding.

Keeping his gaze firm, he shifted his stance slightly, crossing his arms in a display of restrained authority.

"Playful as you seem, I don\'t take kindly to interference in critical operations. You\'re not just sightseeing here."

His voice was low and steady, his words a deliberate reminder that this was not a place for games. "So, once again—who are you, and what are you doing here?"

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The young woman\'s smile widened as though she found his stern approach amusing.

Her violet eyes glinted with a mixture of curiosity and something deeper, an intensity that seemed far beyond her youthful appearance.

"Oh, you\'re serious," she teased, tapping a finger against her chin thoughtfully. "Well, let\'s just say I\'m... observing."

"Observing," Linsley repeated, a hint of suspicion slipping into his tone.

Her vague, nonchalant responses were doing little to ease his wariness.

"Yes!" she replied with a grin, leaning slightly closer, as though sharing a delightful secret. "You know, seeing how things play out. The balance and all that."

She cast a brief, pointed glance at the paralyzed infected, her gaze momentarily darkening before her lightheartedness returned.

"It\'s quite fascinating to see the... handiwork of those disgusting creatures," she said, her tone dipping briefly. "The chaos they sow. Makes you wonder, doesn\'t it?"

His expression didn\'t waver, but her words struck a chord.

She was aware of the Outer Gods and their influence—a knowledge few possessed. That alone was enough to confirm her presence here was no coincidence.

"Your answers are evasive," he said coolly. "And if you know as much as you imply, then you\'re aware this is a high-risk zone."

He let the faintest trace of his Real Fantasy gift ripple through the air, creating an invisible perimeter around them, a subtle test to gauge her reaction.

The woman\'s eyes flickered with a brief glint of recognition, as if she could sense the shift instantly.

She met his gaze, a hint of intrigue flashing across her face before she straightened, a new intensity sharpening her features. "For a mortal, you\'re quite close to the truth. And power like yours... well, it\'s impressive."

Her tone softened slightly, as if she were contemplating something beyond the immediate conversation.

"In fact, I\'m a bit surprised you\'re still here," she added, her gaze holding his with a knowing glint. "Most at your level would have moved on."

Linsley kept his expression measured, though her words made it clear she knew of his strength—and possibly more. "You seem quite informed for a \'sightseer.\' Care to share more?"