God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

Linsley's eyes widened in mock shock. He knew the truth, of course, but he had to keep up the charade.

"You… you're a magical girl?" he asked, his voice feigning disbelief.

Seraphina nodded, her expression unwavering. "I've been fighting in secret, using my powers to protect people from the Outer God's forces. I've been hiding this from everyone… including you. But now, I can't keep it from you any longer."

Linsley acted frozen for a moment, pretending to process what Seraphina had just revealed.

Deep down, though, he was amused. 'So she's finally telling me the truth,' he thought.

Seraphina, seeing his stunned expression, took another deep breath, her heart racing. "And there's more… I'm not just a magical girl. I'm Magia Fleur."

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Linsley's brow furrowed in feigned disbelief. "Magia Fleur? The one fighting the Outer God lackeys?"

Seraphina nodded, a mixture of relief and nervousness flashing across her face. "Yes. That's me. I've been fighting as Magia Fleur for as long as I can remember, trying to make a difference in this cruel world."

For a brief moment, Seraphina's thoughts drifted to her time as Magia Fleur and the mysterious Phantom Reaper.

The secretive figure she had fought alongside who had even saved her, and the one she had secretly harbored feelings for.

A fleeting crush, a first love, born from the shared battles and unspoken camaraderie. But now, standing before Linsley, her fiancé—the person closest to her in both her true identity and personal life—she knew she had to let go of those feelings.

The Phantom Reaper was elusive, distant, and compared to Linsley, who was always by her side, it seemed unrealistic to hold on to her past infatuation.

Little did she know, Linsley, the very man standing in front of her, was also the Phantom Reaper she had once admired. And even Linsley couldn't help but find the situation ironic.

Here they were, both in love with each other in both their true identities and secret identities, yet completely unaware of it.

The bizarre, wonderful twist of fate that both lovers were chasing one another, each not realizing the other was right in front of them all along.

Just as Seraphina was about to speak further, a small fluttering noise caught Linsley's attention.

A tiny bee, black and yellow with a small, adorable flower on its head, materialized out of nowhere. It was none other than Flora, Seraphina's magical girl mascot.

Flora buzzed around Seraphina's head, clearly agitated. "Seraphina, have you lost your mind?! What are you doing revealing your secret identity like this? Are you crazy or were you hypnotized by this man?! No one ever figured out your identity, and now you're just throwing it all away?!"

Seraphina groaned, already expecting Flora's reaction. "Flora, calm down. I know what I'm doing."

"Do you?" Flora circled her, incredulous. "Because it seems like you're breaking every magical girl rule in the book!"

Seraphina sighed, crossing her arms defensively. "Linsley and I… we're in this together. He's the only one I can trust. It wouldn't be right to hide this from him when we're on the same side, fighting the same battle."

Flora huffed, clearly frustrated but slowly realizing Seraphina's resolve. "Still… revealing everything? You might trust him, but this could get dangerous for both of you."

"It's a risk I'm willing to take," Seraphina replied firmly. "I can't hide from him anymore, not when everything's at stake."

The two quarreled for a few moments, Flora buzzing angrily, while Seraphina stood her ground.

Eventually, Flora sighed in defeat and floated down to Linsley's eye level. "Fine, fine. You win this time, Seraphina. But you," she pointed a tiny leg at Linsley, "take good care of her, or you'll answer to me. Got it?"

Linsley, holding back a chuckle at the sight of the fierce little bee, nodded solemnly. "Of course, Flora. I'll take good care of her."

Flora grumbled something under her breath before zipping back to hover beside Seraphina.

The interaction amused Linsley, but it also brought him some clarity. While Seraphina had revealed her biggest secret, he had no intention of doing the same. Not yet.

She might trust him enough to reveal her identity, but Linsley knew better than to reveal all his cards. Not because he didn't trust Seraphina, but because the fewer people who knew about his true identity as Phantom Reaper—and his powers—the better.

'No one can keep my secret better than myself,' he thought, his resolve hardening. 'I'm not strong enough to let that information slip. Not yet. Once I become a World God, then I can afford to be open. Until then, I'll keep playing this game.'

With that thought firmly in place, Linsley turned to Seraphina, his expression softening as he smiled. "Well, I guess I'm the lucky one, getting to know Magia Fleur's real identity."

Seraphina smiled back, relieved that Linsley had taken her revelation so well.

Linsley then shifted slightly, a teasing glint in his eye. "So… you went to the restroom earlier because of the Outer God lackeys in the battlefield dimension?"

His tone was light, but there was an inquisitive edge to his words.

Seraphina nodded, her expression apologetic. "Yes… I'm sorry I didn't explain it to you earlier. I didn't mean to cause you any trouble or worry."

Linsley waved a hand dismissively, chuckling. "I don't mind, really. But I have to admit, I was worried. You were taking so long in there, I thought you were… you know… taking a huge shit or something."

His smirk was playful, but it earned him an immediate pout from Seraphina.

"Ugh, how could you say that?" Seraphina shot back, her cheeks puffing in mild annoyance. "That's a disgusting joke, especially to a beautiful lady like me."

Linsley's laughter deepened, clearly enjoying her reaction. "Oh come on, even beautiful goddesses need to take a shit, right?"

That comment made Seraphina roll her eyes, but it also made Linsley's mind wander briefly to Evangeline, the Goddess of Winter.

'I wonder if she ever needed to take a shit when she was a goddess,' he mused to himself, the thought both amusing and absurd. 'Probably not something a goddess would want anyone thinking about…'