God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real-Chapter 250: The Last Stand (6)

Aurielle’s lips curled into a smile that was all teeth, her violet eyes glinting. "Wow, fans already? Should I start charging for autographs, or are we skipping straight to the part where you embarrass yourselves?"

The group tensed visibly, and Linsley’s grip on his crowbar tightened.

His sharp eyes swept over the players, cataloging their stances, weapons, and escape routes. "You recognized us, and you’re still here. That means you think you’ve got the upper hand." His voice was calm, but the undercurrent of danger was unmistakable.

One of the players, a woman with striking red hair and a sniper rifle slung over her shoulder, stepped forward.

"Nothing personal," she said, her tone cold. "But how many chances do you get to ’kill’ the Emperor of the Astral Dominion without consequences? Think of the bragging rights."

The leader unsheathed his blade, twirling it lazily. "And you, Aurielle? Your reputation as a gamer is... problematic. You’re too good. Leveling the playing field starts with taking out the queen."

Aurielle barked out a laugh, the sound echoing in the quiet street. "That’s your plan? To ’level the playing field’ by throwing yourselves at us? Cute."

The tension between the two groups thickened like a drawn bowstring.

The largest of the players, a muscular man wielding a spiked hammer, shifted his stance, his grip tightening. His expression was one of barely-contained aggression.

Linsley tilted his head slightly, his tone dropping to a warning growl. "You’re sure about this? You’ll only get one shot. And trust me, you’ll regret missing."

The leader grinned, his blade glinting as he raised it. "Let’s find out."

The blade swung in a blur, but Linsley was faster.

He sidestepped effortlessly, his crowbar intercepting the strike with a resounding clang.

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The impact sent a spark flying, and chaos erupted.

Aurielle moved like a storm, her pistols barking as she targeted the sniper first.

The red-haired woman dove for cover behind an overturned car, firing back with practiced precision.

Bullets pinged off nearby debris, but Aurielle darted between cover with a grin, her shots forcing the sniper into a defensive retreat.

Meanwhile, Linsley faced off against the leader. The man’s blade sliced through the air, but Linsley deflected each swing with calculated efficiency, the crowbar moving like an extension of his arm.

A well-timed parry left the leader off-balance, and Linsley’s counterstrike sent him sprawling with a grunt.

The hammer-wielding brute charged Aurielle, his weapon swinging in a wide arc meant to crush. She ducked under the swing, planting two bullets into his thigh.

The muscular player with the spiked hammer roared in pain, collapsing to one knee as Aurielle’s bullet tore through his shoulder.

He tried to lift the weapon again, but Aurielle’s follow-up shot slammed into his chest, ending the fight with a final, sickening thud as his lifeless body hit the pavement.

Two other players attempted to flank Linsley. The first—a lanky teenager with dual machetes—lunged at him.

Linsley’s crowbar intercepted the attack with a resounding clang, catching the blades mid-swing. With a sharp twist, he disarmed the teen, sending one machete clattering to the ground.

Before the boy could recover, Linsley followed up with a brutal strike to his ribs. The teenager gasped, crumpling to the ground, clutching his side and wheezing in pain.

The last player—a burly man holding a rusty pipe—hesitated, his weapon shaking as his eyes darted between Aurielle and Linsley.

Aurielle’s smirk was wicked as she raised one pistol, aiming it directly at the man’s forehead.

"Go on," she said lightly, her voice dripping with mockery. "Make your move."

Fear overtook the man’s resolve, and he turned, scrambling into a nearby alley.

Aurielle’s smirk widened. "Cowards don’t belong in this apocalypse."

Without hesitation, she fired a single, precise shot. The man’s body slumped against the alley wall before sliding to the ground, motionless.

Linsley moved to the leader, who was on his knees, clutching his broken crossbow.

The blond man glared up at him, his lips curling into a sneer despite the blood trickling from his mouth. "You think this is over?" he spat.

"It is for you," Linsley said, his tone devoid of emotion.

The crowbar came down with a swift, calculated blow, silencing the leader for good.

Aurielle approached the red-haired sniper, who had taken cover behind an overturned car. Her pistols remained trained on the woman.

"Three seconds," Aurielle said, her tone as cold as steel. "Drop the rifle and crawl out, or you’re not walking away."

The sniper’s hands trembled as she emerged from her cover, the rifle clattering to the ground.

She raised her hands, desperation etched on her face. "I’m unarmed! Please, I’m out!"

Aurielle tilted her head, as if considering her plea.

Then, without a word, she fired.

The woman’s body crumpled to the ground, joining the others.

Linsley raised an eyebrow as he surveyed the carnage. "Efficient."

Aurielle shrugged, holstering her pistols. "No loose ends. You know the rules—we’re not here to make friends."

"That’s true," Linsley replied, his tone dry but edged with humor. "We’re here on a date."

Aurielle barked out a laugh, her violet eyes gleaming with amusement. "And what a romantic one it is. Nothing says love like bullets and broken bones."

The duo began looting the fallen players, methodically stripping them of ammo, medical supplies, and anything else worth keeping.

Aurielle pocketed the sniper rifle with a satisfied smirk. "This might come in handy. You know, for the next batch of idiots who think they can take us."

"Think they’ll have more friends?" Linsley asked, sliding a pouch of extra bolts from the leader’s shattered crossbow into his bag.

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Aurielle chuckled darkly. "If they do, we’ll just keep thinning the herd. Survival of the fittest, right?"

Linsley’s expression didn’t shift, but his tone was calm as ever. "And we’re the fittest."

They resumed their journey, their packs heavy with supplies but their steps light with purpose.

The city seemed quieter now, the groans of distant zombies merging with the faint rustling of debris carried by the wind.