God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

Chapter 142: Bark Like The Mutts You Are!

"You lot don't deserve to be in the same line as us nobility. Know your place."

The other nobles behind him laughed, enjoying the spectacle as the Wasteborn and Inferiors kept their heads down, afraid to speak up.

Linsley, unfazed by the noble's arrogance, simply looked at the young man with an expression of calm indifference. He had already expected this type of behavior.

The noble continued, waving his hand dismissively. "You should be grateful we even allow you to stand in the same room. Now get out of my sight before I really get angry."

The nobles' laughter echoed throughout WcRonalds, filling the air with mockery, but what struck Linsley more was the reaction—or lack thereof—from the other customers.

The Wasteborn and Inferiors lowered their heads further, some shuffling back without protest, while others avoided eye contact entirely.

The staff behind the counter, who should have intervened, merely glanced over, their expressions blank with resignation, as if this kind of behavior was routine.

It wasn't just the staff and customers either. The royalties—diviners of a high rank who stood in their own exclusive line—remained completely indifferent to the scene. Their faces held no expressions of surprise or disgust.

They didn't even seem to register the conflict unfolding before them, as though the unfairness around them was simply part of everyday life. For them, the nobles' behavior was merely an inconvenience, not something worth addressing.

For the Wasteborn and Inferiors, this was the natural order. They had long been accustomed to this treatment from the nobles, and challenging it meant risking their lives. To the staff, stepping in would likely result in losing their jobs, or worse.

The noble who had pushed Linsley grinned arrogantly, sensing no resistance from those around him.

"See? Even the staff know better than to interfere when we nobles take what's ours." He crossed his arms, turning his back to Linsley with smug satisfaction.

Looking at the smug grin of the noble, who was only at Level 4.3, Linsley sighed as a golden gun appeared in his right hand, pointing it directly at the noble's head.

Almost a hundred guns soon materialized inside the establishment, hovering above the nobles and behind Linsley, all aimed at the Level 4.3 noble and his companions.

"I'm now Level 8. I'm above your fucking father. Kneel, or I'll consider this a provocation of my majesty as a Level 8 royalty. I'll exterminate your family, and no one will protect you."

The nobles' faces went pale. They had heard of the brutal realities of their world; the harsh social hierarchy favored the strong.

In that moment, they realized Linsley's words were more than just mere boasts.

What he said was true—strength dictated right in the Diviner World. Those who were stronger held the power, and Linsley had just proven he was far superior.

The nobles finally fell to their knees, their faces flushed with humiliation.

Linsley looked down at them, his expression a mix of amusement and disdain. "Now, slap your own faces," he commanded.

Reluctantly, they complied, the stinging impact of their own hands echoing in the silence.

However, one noble hesitated, defiance flickering in his eyes. "You shouldn't push us too far! My grandfather is a Level 8.6 royalty!" he blustered, trying to regain some semblance of dignity.

"Isn't your grandfather almost on his deathbed?" another noble interjected, a smirk spreading across his face.

He had already slapped his own face red and wasn't about to let the other noble escape unscathed.

The first noble shot him a furious glare, his anger boiling over. "Shut up! You're ruining my threat!"

Linsley sneered at their bickering. "I'm a Level 8 royalty. Did you really think I don't have parents and grandparents like you mere nobles? Even my family's guardian beast is an Overlord."

With their bravado shattered, the nobles looked up at him, confusion and fear in their eyes.

"Now," Linsley said, his voice cold and commanding, "bark like the mutts you are. You dared to offend me, so you should at least act the part."