God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

The scarred man didn't waste another second. He lunged at Linsley, his knife slicing toward him in a precise, practiced arc. But Linsley was faster.

With a sharp step to the side, he brought his crowbar up in a fluid motion, deflecting the blade with a resounding clang.

The force sent sparks flying as the knife skittered across the dirt.

Aurielle was already in motion, her pistols barking with lethal precision.

Her first shot grazed the machete-wielding woman's shoulder, drawing blood and forcing her to stumble behind a toppled planter. The second shot struck her weapon, sending it clattering out of reach.

The stocky player roared, charging Linsley with his crowbar raised high. Read exclusive adventures at My Virtual Library Empire

The weapons collided with a brutal clang, the force of the impact reverberating through the garden. But Linsley had the upper hand, his counterstrike knocking the man's weapon from his grasp and leaving him defenseless.

Aurielle didn't give the machete-wielder time to recover. She advanced swiftly, her shots unrelenting.

The woman tried to crawl away, but a final, clean shot dropped her to the ground, her body crumpling lifelessly among the overgrown plants.

The scarred man scrambled backward, clutching his injured wrist as Aurielle turned her pistols on him. His once-confident expression crumbled under her icy glare.

"Please," he stammered, desperation clear in his voice. "We didn't mean—"

"Think," Aurielle finished coldly. Her pistols fired twice, her expression unchanging as the man slumped to the ground.

Linsley stepped over the stocky player, who was groaning and clutching his ribs.

His crowbar hovered threateningly. "Finish it?"

Aurielle's voice was firm, unyielding. "No loose ends."

A single swing ended the man's struggles, and the garden fell silent once more, save for the faint groans of zombies in the distance.

Aurielle and Linsley worked quickly, stripping the bodies of supplies—ammo, food, and medical kits. Each item added to their arsenal was another step toward cementing their dominance.

As they stepped out of the bloodied garden and into the shadows of the ruined city, Aurielle wiped her pistols clean on her jacket. "You'd think they'd learn not to mess with us."

Linsley smirked, slinging his crowbar over his shoulder. "Apparently, intelligence isn't their strong suit."

…

Back at their base, the hum of the generator mixed with the rhythmic gurgle of the water purifier, a constant reminder of their progress.

The chaos of the city was reduced to a dull backdrop, muffled by the walls of their haven—a fortress shaped by their cunning and ruthlessness.

Aurielle sprawled across the worn couch, her boots propped on the table, smirking as she kicked a loose pistol aside.

"I swear, every idiot in this game thinks they've got what it takes to dethrone us. Do we have 'final boss' tattooed on our foreheads, or are they just terminally stupid?"

Linsley leaned back in his chair, his crowbar resting beside him.

His smirk was sharp as ever, the faint glow of the generator lights casting shadows across his face. "Maybe they just don't know this is a date."

Aurielle barked out a laugh, her violet eyes gleaming. "A date, huh? Killing people, scavenging tomatoes, and turning a post-apocalypse wasteland into our playground? You sure know how to sweep a girl off her feet, Emperor."

Linsley's gaze softened as he reached for a water bottle but paused, raising an eyebrow. "You know what this moment's missing?"

Aurielle grabbed her own bottle, already smirking. "Don't tell me—wine?"

"Exactly," Linsley replied, unscrewing his water bottle with exaggerated flair. "We could toast to our reign properly."

Aurielle rolled her eyes, mock-disgusted. "Too bad this apocalypse doesn't come with a stocked wine cellar."

"Who needs one?" Linsley said smoothly. "We could make our own. Grapes, sugar, a little ingenuity. It's just fermentation science."

Aurielle leaned forward, intrigued despite herself. "Yeah, and it only takes, what, two weeks? I'll be an old lady by then."@@novelbin@@

Linsley's smirk widened. "Aurielle, darling, have you forgotten? Three months here is just a day out there. Two weeks to ferment wine? Practically overnight."

Aurielle froze for a moment before breaking into laughter, her violet eyes sparkling. "You had me at wine, Emperor. Alright, grapes go on the list. But if it tastes like vinegar, I'm calling it quits."

"Fair enough," Linsley replied, his tone light. "You can't expect a five-star winery on day one of the apocalypse."

Aurielle leaned back with a grin, her fingers drumming idly against the armrest. "True. But give us time, and we'll make even this wasteland look like paradise."

Linsley raised an imaginary glass in response. "To turning the apocalypse into a vineyard empire."

Aurielle smirked. "And to making sure the rest of this city knows it belongs to us."

…

The next morning, the pair set out with renewed purpose.

Their target: the greenhouse marked on their map and securing resources for their next phase of expansion.

Aurielle stood at the edge of their rooftop, binoculars in hand. "One block over, past the wrecked pharmacy. Glass building. If the map isn't lying, we'll have our grapes—and a whole lot more."

Linsley adjusted his crowbar, a subtle grin on his face. "If it's intact, it's ours. If not, we'll rebuild it. That's what we do."

Aurielle slung her pistols into their holsters. "Let's go remind the apocalypse that this is our playground."

Descending from their fortified haven, they moved with the same calculated precision that had kept them alive.

The city groaned under its weight of ruin, the occasional zombie shuffling aimlessly through the streets. The duo avoided confrontation where possible, conserving their energy for their real objective.

The greenhouse was battered but standing. Cracked glass reflected the muted sunlight, while overgrown weeds crept through the foundation.

Inside, rows of struggling plants stood like survivors of their own quiet battle.

Aurielle whistled low as she scanned the interior. "Could be worse. We've got soil, sunlight, and what looks like an irrigation system."

Linsley nodded, already moving toward the scattered tools on a rusted workbench. "We'll hook it up to the purifier for clean water. Heaters to keep the plants alive through the simulated nights."

Aurielle smirked, crouching near a patch of wilting vines. "And grapes. Don't forget the grapes. It's not a vineyard empire without them."