"This world is fucked," an eighteen-year-old teenager cursed as he looked at the crimson skies above. The oppressive hue painted the city in a perpetual twilight, casting eerie shadows on the faces of the passersby.
With his hands shoved deep in his hoodie's pockets, Linsley strolled through the streets.
The city was bustling, but not with life. The people moved in eerie synchronization, their eyes vacant, their steps measured. It was as if an invisible puppeteer controlled them, dictating their every move.
Each person wore a collar, a silver name tag glinting under the blood-red sunlight. Linsley's own collar felt heavy around his neck, a constant reminder of his enslavement. His name, "Linsley Sinclair," was etched on the tag, marking him as property of the Outer God.
Despite his striking appearance—purple hair and eyes that shimmered with an unnatural luster—Linsley found no joy in it.
In this world, beauty was a curse. The Outer God collected beautiful boys and girls, turning them into playthings for its sick amusement.
He shivered at the thought, imagining the wretched tentacles violating his body. The fear was a constant companion, gnawing at his sanity.
Walking through the streets, the blood-colored sunlight shone down upon Linsley's handsome face. The city throbbed with activity, but the people moved like machines, their expressions blank. It was a city without life, a city of slaves.
Returning home, Linsley couldn't help but mutter, "How unlucky I am."
'To be transmigrated into this god-forsaken world,' he thought bitterly.
A world where the god of Terra had been devoured, leaving humanity at the mercy of the Outer God. The only silver lining was that the Outer God hadn't fully devoured the world yet. The Will of the World was still resisting, and some humans had awakened abilities under its blessing.
Female humans had become magical girls, while the males could summon mecha armors and become mecha drivers. Even Linsley had to admit that the World Will had good taste.
Unfortunately, despite being a transmigrator, Linsley hadn't obtained a special ability or blessing from the World Will.
'Maybe, not being blessed by the World Will is considered a blessing. The lives of those who joined the resistance weren't that great despite having superpowers. They were like rats in a sewer, constantly hiding from the minions of the Outer God.'
'I was transmigrated into this world three years ago. The Outer God arrived and devoured this world's god a year ago.'
'Yet in just a year, the entire human race, aside from those who joined the resistance, had been enslaved and reduced to livestock.'
As Linsley wallowed in depression, thinking about how messed up the world was, he was snapped back to reality by a sound.
-Ding!
[The God Simulator has been integrated into your soul!]
-Ding!
[It has been detected that the host's soul has been marked by the Outer God.]
-Ding!
[The system has successfully eradicated the Outer God's slave mark without alerting the Outer God.]
-Ding!
[It has been detected that the host's mind has been polluted by the Outer God's insanity.]
-Ding!
[The host's mind has been purified and the host is now immune to the Outer God's mental pollution.]
Linsley blinked, reading through the messages. "Fuck," he whispered. He hadn't even realized the extent of his enslavement.
"This world is too damn fucked up," he muttered. "I didn't even notice the slave mark and the mental pollution."
Taking a deep breath, he asked, "What are your features, and who is your creator?"
[The God Simulator was created by the Will of the Infinite Realities to save this multiverse from the Outer Gods' corruption.]
[The host "Linsley Sinclair" has met the conditions to become the host of the God Simulator. While others also met these conditions, the host was chosen through a lottery, indicating superior luck.]
[The main feature of the God Simulator is to create a simulated body and let it transmigrate into another world. The simulated body will enter the simulation, creating an alternate timeline influenced by the host's actions.]
[The simulation is divided into two types: normal simulation and full-dive simulation. In a normal simulation, the host sees a text-based simulation and cannot directly affect it while it's ongoing.]
[In a full-dive simulation, the host directly transmigrates to the simulated world instead of using a simulated body.]
[The God Simulator's goal is for the host to become a god in every simulated world. The host must complete the normal simulation and become a god before entering the full-dive simulation.]
[If the host dies in the normal simulation, it won't cause true death since it's only a simulated body. However, if the host dies during a full-dive simulation, it results in true death.]
Hearing about the full-dive simulation, Linsley asked, "What rewards will I obtain for completing a full-dive simulation?"
[Upon completing a full-dive simulation, the host will gain ownership of the simulated world and become its World God. As the World God, the host can control everything in the world, including the World Will and its inhabitants. The host can also visit this world whenever and wherever he wants.]
[And that's not all. As long as the host achieves a simulation score of Good or above, the host can receive items, powers, and talents obtained from the simulation. Regardless of the simulation score, the host will always receive memories and knowledge from the simulation.]
Learning that he could obtain powers from the simulation, Linsley's interest was piqued. However, he still asked cautiously, "What's the price for starting the simulation? And do you have any specific goals for me?"
Linsley was wary of being used as a pawn in a larger scheme by the Will of the Infinite Realities. But considering his current predicament, where he would have been enslaved by the Outer God and driven insane without the system, he figured he had nothing to lose by asking.
[The host can use his powers as he wishes. However, the Will of the Infinite Realities requests that the host save this multiverse from the invasion of the Outer Gods. If the host chooses not to, that is also acceptable.]
[There are infinite realities within this verse. Losing one multiverse is insignificant, so the host can choose to save it if he feels like it.]
[Furthermore, there is no cost for using the God Simulator. The host receives one simulation opportunity every day.]
[Does the host want to start the simulation?]
[Also, if the host starts the simulation, the host will be able to draw three random talents. From low to high, the simulation talent grades are: White, Green, Blue, Purple, and Gold.]
Hearing that he could start the simulation if he wanted to, Linsley pondered for a moment before saying, "Okay, start the simulation."
'I have nothing to lose. I need to obtain power, or I'll end up as a slave to the Outer Gods.'
'No matter what, becoming a slave to those Outer Gods isn't something I can accept. Before, I couldn't resist since I wasn't blessed by the World Will and was powerless. But now that I have my golden finger, I'll make the best use of it.'
'And I'll save the world while I'm at it, why not?'
With those thoughts in mind, Linsley prepared for the worst-case scenario, knowing he had to rely on the system to become stronger.
-Ding!
[The simulation world has been chosen!]
[The simulated body of the host "Linsley Sinclair" has been transmigrated to the {Avatar World}.]
-Ding!
[Rolling three random talents…]
-Ding!
[Athlete (White): Have the body of an athlete, physically fit and healthy.]
[Fast Reflexes (Green): You have fast reflexes and a high chance of evasion.]
[Old Bachelor (White): You are an old virgin at 60 years old. If becoming a virgin at 30 means you can become a magician, and at 40 a sage, then what are you?
Note: You start the simulation at the age of 60 instead of 18 if you choose this talent.]
Seeing the three simulated talents he could choose from, Linsley grimaced at the sight of Old Bachelor (White).
The white talent grade alone meant that the Old Bachelor talent was useless and would only make him start the simulation at age 60. Compared to that, the Athlete (White) talent was far superior.
However, the Fast Reflexes (Green) talent was clearly the best option among the three. It was not only a green-grade talent but also incredibly useful according to its description.
Linsley chose Fast Reflexes (Green).
-Ding!
[The host has chosen the following talent: Fast Reflexes (Green)]
-Ding!
[Starting the simulation in {Avatar World}…]
-Ding!
[You opened your eyes and discovered that you are currently inside a modern room.]
[You stood up from your bed and checked the skies outside. As expected, you had indeed transmigrated into a new world. The skies here were blue, unlike the blood-colored red sky of your home world.]
[In other words, this new world wasn't god-forsaken, and a god was possibly safeguarding it from the Outer Gods.]
[When you looked outside the window, you discovered nothing out of the ordinary. You reviewed the memories inherited from this simulated body and, in your eighteen years of life in the Avatar World, you hadn't encountered anything extraordinary.]
[You decided to try your luck by searching the internet for any supernatural events, but as expected, you didn't find anything. Either the supernatural didn't exist, or information about it was suppressed by the government. You believed the latter was more likely.]
[In an attempt to encounter supernatural troubles, you decided to leave the comfort of your home and explore outside.]
[When you left your home, you walked on the streets and observed that it appeared to be just a normal city on the surface. Unlike your home world, people here did not move like lifeless humanoid flesh robots.]
[In this world, no one wore collars with name tags and barcodes. At least on the surface, this world seemed relatively peaceful and free from the Outer God's corruption.]
[You were unsure if this world harbored hidden dangers, but that's what you planned to discover during your exploration.]
[As you walked through the streets, you decided to make yourself look like a "vulnerable target." You took out your wallet, positioned the money to protrude from it, and let it "almost" slip out of your pants' back pocket.]
[You walked for fifteen minutes without any results.]
[After another thirty minutes, you were tired and dehydrated. You headed to a nearby café and ordered a glass of water.]
[When you reached for your wallet, you discovered it was gone!]
[You could have sworn you were secretly paying attention to your wallet during your stroll. Either you were too dehydrated to notice, or someone used supernatural abilities to steal your wallet.]
[Feeling that the latter was quite absurd and not wanting to jump to conclusions, you drank your glass of water quickly. After quenching your thirst, you left the café and retraced your steps in an attempt to find your wallet.]
[In the end, you succeeded and found your wallet placed in a dark alley after searching for ten minutes while retracing your steps.]
[However, there was one problem. You hadn't entered that dark alley, so there was no way your wallet should be there unless an animal like a cat or dog had taken it.]
[There was also the possibility that someone had placed it there as bait to lure you into the alley. This seemed likely, but you were fearless.]
[After all, you knew you had transmigrated into the Avatar World, and you also knew this was a simulation. This knowledge gave you a great advantage, allowing you to take more risks.]
[Although entering the dark alley to get your wallet might alert a hostile perpetrator and even lead to your death, you didn't care. You needed to take risks to contact the supernatural side of this world.]
[With that in mind, you stepped into the dark alley and went to pick up your wallet. While doing so, you focused your attention on your surroundings, ready to dodge if something attacked you.]
[However, even after you reached for the wallet, nothing happened. Still, you didn't let down your guard.]
[As soon as your fingertip touched the wallet, you felt an overwhelming sense of impending doom. Despite your fast reflexes, you couldn't react in time. Your body exploded instantly, as if you had triggered a hidden bomb.]
[You died.]
[Remark: Seriously? You died before even meeting the enemy.]
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