God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

As the credits rolled and the screen dimmed, they stayed in their seats, soaking in the rare, quiet moment.

The distant hum of the projector was the only sound, a stark contrast to the usual chaos of their world. For once, there was no urgency, no fight, no survival tactic—just a fleeting bubble of peace.

Aurielle tilted her head toward Linsley, her smile soft but playful. "Best date ever," she murmured, her voice tinged with genuine contentment.

"Only the best for my Queen," Linsley replied, reaching out to brush a stray strand of golden hair away from her face, his touch light but deliberate.

Aurielle chuckled, her violet eyes sparkling with warmth. "You've set the bar pretty high, Emperor. What's next?"

Linsley stood, extending his hand toward her, his smirk carrying a mix of charm and confidence. "Guess you'll have to stick around to find out."

Aurielle took his hand, her grip firm yet warm. "Good thing I plan to."

They stepped back into the cool night air, the stars above casting their faint, silvery glow over the ruins.

The world outside was still broken, still dangerous, but at that moment, neither of them cared.

As they strolled through the quiet streets, their laughter and occasional banter filled the empty spaces, turning the decayed cityscape into something almost welcoming. It wasn't perfect, but it was theirs, and that was enough.

…

The fortress stood as a monument to everything they had built together.

Three months in-game—equivalent to a single day in the real world—had transformed the once-derelict factory into a fortified paradise. It was more than just functional; it was thriving.

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The food production lines hummed steadily, filling the air with the faint aroma of freshly processed goods.

Crates of supplies were stacked neatly in their storage rooms, containing everything from weapons and ammunition to dried fruits and freshly bottled wine.

Rows of gleaming bottles stood in neat rows, their contents finally fermented and ready to drink—a testament to Linsley's ingenuity and patience.

Aurielle strolled through the storeroom, holding up a bottle of red wine to inspect it in the soft light. "We've gone from scavengers to winemakers. Pretty sure that wasn't in the apocalypse survival guide."

Linsley appeared behind her, a smug grin on his face as he held out a bowl. "And that's not all. Homemade ice cream, as promised. Figured I'd add a little flair to our empire."

Aurielle turned, her violet eyes lighting up. "You actually did it?"

She accepted the bowl, her curiosity outweighing her usual skepticism.

"Grapes, sugar, milk… and a whole lot of genius," Linsley said with a confident shrug. "Go ahead, try it."

Aurielle dipped her spoon into the creamy concoction and took a small bite.

Her eyes widened, and a delighted laugh escaped her lips. "Linsley, this is amazing! Who knew you had a future as an apocalyptic dessert chef?"

"Jack of all trades," he replied, his smirk widening. "And master of most."

Aurielle chuckled, leaning against the counter as she savored another bite. "How do you even know how to make ice cream in a place like this?"

Linsley shrugged casually. "Our custom generator and a basic understanding of physics. That, and I may or may not have wasted way too much time watching random reels and shorts on the internet. You'd be amazed what sticks when you've got nothing better to do."

Aurielle raised an eyebrow, her grin widening with curiosity. "Oh yeah? Like what? Hit me with one of your random facts."

"Okay," Linsley replied, smirking. "Did you know the average mountain weighs roughly 10 trillion tons?"

Aurielle blinked, her laughter bubbling up almost immediately. "Seriously? Who even measures that? And why do you know it?"

He shrugged, completely unfazed. "Same reason I know that the average cloud weighs about 500,000 kilograms. Useless trivia just… sticks."

Aurielle doubled over laughing, nearly dropping her spoon. "You're ridiculous. You've spent less than a decade alive, and most of that time saving the world or surviving, and yet somehow you know more trivia than me. I've been around for millions of years, Linsley. Millions."

Linsley leaned casually against the counter, his smirk softening into something more genuine. "What can I say? I've got a knack for remembering the weird stuff. Plus, it makes you laugh, so I'd call that a win."

Aurielle shook her head, still chuckling as she waved him off. "You're lucky I like you, Emperor."

"More than lucky," he said, his voice quieter now, as he leaned in just enough to press a light kiss against her forehead. "I'm blessed."

…

The final hours of their time in [The Last Stand] were a celebration of everything they had built together.

Their fortress stood like a beacon of defiance in the midst of decay, fortified to perfection and thriving in ways neither of them could have imagined.

The hum of the food production lines was constant, churning out supplies with the efficiency of a well-oiled machine. Rows of gleaming wine bottles were neatly stacked in their storeroom, their contents finally fermented to completion.

And then there was the ice cream—Linsley's proudest creation.

Aurielle sat cross-legged on the rooftop, holding a glass of their homemade wine in one hand and a bowl of creamy, freshly made ice cream in the other.

She took a bite, her eyes closing in pure delight. "This is it. This is peak apocalypse living. Ice cream, wine, and a view of the ruins we practically own. Who needs anything else?"

Linsley leaned back against the railing, his own glass of wine in hand. "Not bad, huh? All we're missing is a butler and maybe a rooftop pool."

Aurielle snorted, nudging his boot with her own. "Keep dreaming, Emperor. Though I have to admit, this ice cream is so good I'm tempted to forgive you for making me wait so long."

Linsley smirked, taking a slow sip of his wine. "Genius takes time. But I'm glad it lives up to your high standards, Queen."

Aurielle laughed softly, gazing out at the city below as the golden light of the setting sun bathed the ruins. "We've done pretty well for ourselves, haven't we?"

Linsley turned his gaze toward her, his smirk softening. "More than pretty well. We've made this place ours. And we did it our way."

She tilted her glass toward him in a silent toast. "To us. The apocalypse's one and only power couple."

Linsley clinked his glass against hers, his golden eyes gleaming. "To us."