blueteamnovel Chapter 179 Starting As The Youngest General In Astral Dominion
Chapter 179 Starting As The Youngest General In Astral Dominion
After reviewing the five simulation talents he'd drawn, the choice was obvious—he selected the Veil of Invisibility (Gold) talent without hesitation.
-Ding!
[The host has chosen the following talent: Veil of Invisibility (Gold)]
[The host has inherited the following talents: Martial Arts Grandmaster (Purple), Space Storage (Purple), Social Distancing (Purple), Top Hat Hacker (Purple), Photographic Memory (Purple), Soul Contract (Purple), Faith Divine Power (Purple), Lawless (Gold), Physical Immortality (Gold), Universal Key (Gold)]
-Ding!
[Starting the immersive simulation in {Diviner World}...]
-Ding!
As soon as he heard the notification, Linsley felt his surroundings black out, as if he had passed out.
When he opened his eyes, the air was cool and crisp, tinged with a faint scent of antiseptic and freshly cleaned surfaces.
The atmosphere was starkly different from the musty rooms he had experienced in previous god simulation, with a sense of order and sterility permeating the space.
He could tell he was in a modern, well-maintained building—likely an apartment or small residential suite. The walls were smooth, painted in a neutral, pale gray, and the floor beneath him was polished, reflecting the soft glow from recessed ceiling lights.
Linsley found himself lying on a neatly made bed with crisp white sheets, surrounded by minimalist furniture.
A narrow desk sat against one wall, holding a closed laptop and a stack of neatly arranged notebooks. Across from him, a tall window framed the view of a bustling cityscape, skyscrapers gleaming in the morning sun.
The hum of distant traffic drifted faintly into the room, adding a sense of life to the otherwise quiet, orderly surroundings.
Linsley glanced around the room, taking in the clean, organized space. His gaze fell on a mirror across from the bed, and he rose to inspect his reflection.
Standing before the mirror, he examined his lean, muscular build, his neck-length purple hair, and his piercing purple eyes. He wore a simple outfit—a fitted black t-shirt and dark jeans, casual yet well-suited to his frame. Continue your journey on empire
Notably, unlike the previous god simulation, he hadn't become younger; his appearance remained mature and unchanged.
As he studied his reflection, a sudden surge of memories flooded his mind—the life his simulated self had lived prior to this God Simulation.
To avoid the unnecessary wait of travel, Linsley activated his teleportation by stomping his right foot, instantly relocating himself to just outside the Dominion headquarters.
His sudden appearance didn't raise any eyebrows; it was common for Diviners to utilize their gifts for convenience.
However, he respected the regulations—no powers were allowed inside the headquarters itself, as any use of Gifts within its walls would trigger a defense response, marking it as an invasion attempt.
As Linsley appeared near the entrance, military officers nearby noticed him and immediately halted, offering sharp salutes. He returned a brief nod of acknowledgment and strode past them, his steps purposeful as he headed to his office.
Upon entering his office, he took in the space. The room was spacious but reserved, its design echoing the efficiency expected at his rank.
A large mahogany desk sat at the center, its surface almost bare except for a meticulously organized stack of documents and a streamlined communication terminal.
To his left, tall windows stretched from floor to ceiling, letting in natural light that highlighted the warm tones of the dark wood and gleaming metal accents.
Shelves lined one wall, housing binders filled with classified reports and critical reference materials, while a single, understated painting added a note of solemnity to the room's otherwise functional decor.
He moved to his desk, the surface nearly empty save for a neat stack of documents awaiting his attention.
Taking a seat, Linsley adjusted himself and prepared to immerse in the reports on Astral Dominion matters.
Each document was marked with varying levels of importance, detailing military activities, security updates, and classified assessments. Some of them, he suspected, might hold the hints he was looking for—the subtle pieces of information that could lead him closer to the Diviner World's hidden secrets.
Linsley scanned each report carefully, marking relevant information and mentally cataloging details that could prove useful.
The military structure and process were orderly, and he found himself settling into it with a surprising ease. The novelty of serving in a structured military environment as a general felt oddly refreshing.
His experience as a powerful, independent force in previous worlds had rarely given him a reason to report to anyone, let alone follow regulations. But here, it was different.
'So this is what it's like to play general,' he mused as he moved through another classified update, 'to serve within ranks rather than commanding from above.'
Two hours passed smoothly, filled with meticulous review and sign-offs on intelligence reports, budget requests, and strategic recommendations for operations across the Dominion's territories.
The pace was efficient and focused, the clock ticking by without pause.
Just as he set down his pen, a knock came at his door.
"Enter," he said, his tone sharp but neutral.