God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

Chapter 253 The Last Stand (9)

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.

"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."