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.

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.

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.