God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

"Blossom Shield!" Magia Fleur summoned a barrier of glowing flowers to protect herself, but the black-colored tentacles easily ripped through it, shattering the petals like fragile glass.

Magia Fleur's resolve hardened. She knew she had to hold on, not just for herself, but for everyone depending on her. "I won't let you win!" she cried, launching another wave of magical flowers.

"Sakura Rain!"

The blossoms swirled around her, creating a torrent of petals aimed at the lackeys.

Yet, the tentacles tore through her attacks effortlessly, and the lackeys continued to advance, their cruel laughter echoing in the eerie silence of the battlefield dimension.

"Is this all you've got?" Jacob mocked. "You're just making it more fun for us."

"Flower Dance!" she yelled, trying to overwhelm them with a flurry of petals and vines, but the black tentacles slashed through them with ease, leaving her defenses in tatters.

It was clear they were just toying with her. The gap between their numbers and power was insurmountable, and they could easily defeat her if they chose to.

They were enjoying her futile attempts to fight back, savoring her desperation and fear.

"You're nothing but a pathetic little girl playing with flowers," another lackey sneered. "We'll make you scream and beg for mercy."

Magia Fleur's heart pounded in her chest as she struggled to maintain her defenses. Her magical energy was waning, and she knew she couldn't hold out much longer.

The lackeys' tentacles were closing in, their sinister intentions clear.

Just as she was about to be overwhelmed, a new presence made itself known.

Linsley, under the guise of Phantom Reaper, stood at the edge of the battlefield, his Invisible Providence avatar's tentacles ready to strike.

The purple-colored invisible tentacles behind and beside him were overwhelming.

If the Outer God lackeys could summon twenty black-colored tentacles at most, Linsley had already summoned two hundred of them, and that wasn't even using Invisible Providence to its full power.

He watched the scene with narrowed eyes, waiting for the perfect moment to intervene and turn the tide in Magia Fleur's favor.

Unbeknownst to Magia Fleur and the five Outer God lackeys, the battlefield around them was already covered by Linsley's purple-colored tentacles. Since they were invisible, no one knew they were already trapped.

Linsley hadn't attacked yet and hadn't shown his intent to attack, so his presence concealment was still active.

He watched Magia Fleur's battle against the five Outer God lackeys and couldn't help but comment, "Damn, she looks beautiful. Especially that pink-colored flower-themed magical girl attire. She looks like an untainted pink carnation."

"No wonder those Outer God lackeys love playing with magical girls. If her situation were replaced with a mecha driver, they wouldn't even toy with them. They'd just kill them immediately."

Magia Fleur's breaths came in ragged gasps as she summoned the last of her strength.

"Floral Barrage!" she cried, sending a flurry of glowing petals at her attackers. But the black tentacles tore through her attack, and she stumbled backward, her energy nearly spent.

Jacob laughed, a cruel, mocking sound. "Look at her struggle! She's almost done. Let's make her scream and beg for her life."

One of the lackeys stepped forward, licking his lips. "I can't wait to hear her beg. She'll be our little plaything."

Just as the tentacles were about to close in on Magia Fleur, Linsley decided it was time to act. He deactivated his presence concealment, and in an instant, his two hundred invisible purple-colored tentacles sprang into action.

The Outer God lackeys barely had time to react.

Jacob's eyes widened in shock as the tentacles wrapped around him and his comrades, lifting them off the ground. "What the—?"

Magia Fleur looked up, confused and exhausted, as the tentacles of Invisible Providence crushed the black tentacles and incapacitated the outer god lackeys.

Linsley stepped forward, his presence now fully revealed. "You wanted to toy with her? Let's see how you like being at the mercy of someone more powerful."

The lackeys struggled, but Linsley's tentacles were too strong. He tightened his grip, causing them to cry out in pain.

"Who are you?" Jacob spat, his voice trembling with fear.

Linsley's eyes narrowed, and a cruel smile played on his lips. "I am Phantom Reaper, and you've made a fatal mistake."

Without hesitation, Linsley began to torture the Outer God lackeys.

His invisible tentacles twisted and crushed their limbs, eliciting screams of agony. He showed no mercy, relishing their suffering.

Magia Fleur watched, unfazed by the brutality. She had seen far worse in her time as a magical girl.

The life of a magical girl was far from the sunshine and rainbows depicted in the shows she watched as a child, before the Outer God began devouring the world.

She had been hardened by the relentless battles, the constant threat of death, and the horrific acts committed by the Outer God's lackeys.

One memory, in particular, gnawed at her.

During a mission, her teammates were ambushed, and one of her closest friends had sacrificed her life and purity to save her.

She could still see the image of her friend, bound by the Outer God lackey's tentacles, stripped naked, and violated. The screams of her friend as she was defiled echoed in her mind, fueling her resolve to fight and survive.

Linsley's tentacles continued their merciless assault. Jacob and the other lackeys begged for their lives, but their pleas fell on deaf ears.

With a final, brutal twist, Linsley ended their suffering, their lifeless bodies dropping to the ground.

As the battlefield fell silent, Magia Fleur stood amidst the carnage, her breath coming in shallow gasps. She felt a mixture of relief and exhaustion wash over her.

Suddenly, she noticed a movement out of the corner of her eye.

Linsley stepped forward, his presence imposing yet oddly comforting. His purple-colored eyes locked onto hers, filled with genuine concern.

His purple hair fluttered gently in the wind, framing his handsome face, which now bore a soft, reassuring smile.

He extended his hand towards her, his voice tender. "Are you alright?"