God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real

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-Ding!

[Due to completing your first simulation world, the number of simulation talents you can draw has increased from three to five. However, you can still only choose one talent from the five.]

[Additionally, the newbie period has ended. Your transmigration circumstances will now become random.]

[This means that your identity and age upon transmigration will no longer be fixed, except for the guarantee that you will be 18 or younger. You will not start the god simulation as an old man unless you acquire a talent that alters your starting age to be older than 18.]

[Furthermore, your transmigration location is no longer fixed. If you are unlucky, you could find yourself appearing in the middle of a war zone, at the bottom of an ocean, or even inside a volcano.]

Linsley raised an eyebrow, reading through the system's notifications. "So, no more handholding, huh? Looks like things just got a lot more unpredictable."

He smirked, shaking his head. The prospect of starting in a dangerous situation wasn't new to him, but the idea of randomly transmigrating into the middle of a war or some volcanic pit did make him pause for a moment.

"Well, at least I'm not starting as an old man. Still, it's not ideal to end up at the bottom of the ocean."

His eyes then shifted to the list of talents displayed before him, five in total.

Among them, one immediately stood out which was the Universal Key (Gold) talent.

He couldn't help but chuckle. "A gold-grade talent… no wonder it caught my eye."

The ability to unlock anything—whether a physical lock, a sealed door, or even complex security systems—was invaluable. Even though there was a downside of not being able to unlock something beyond his power to handle, Linsley found the talent's flexibility too tempting to pass up.

A talent like this could save him in a sticky situation or provide access to opportunities that would normally be sealed away.

"Unlocking literally anything? That's too good to pass up." He nodded to himself. "No need to overthink this. A gold-grade talent with this much utility is the obvious choice."

Linsley was about to select the Universal Key (Gold) talent when a sudden notification sound interrupted his thoughts.

-Ding!

[Due to the previous reward for completing a perfect-grade simulation score, all your blue-grade talents will be upgraded to purple-grade.]

His eyes widened slightly. "Another upgrade?" he muttered, glancing at the notification.

-Ding!

[Martial Arts Master (Blue) -> Martial Arts Grandmaster (Purple)]

[Martial Arts Grandmaster (Purple): You have transcended normal mastery of martial arts. Your ability allows you to comprehend and master any martial arts technique instantly upon seeing it, and your physical body naturally adapts to optimize those techniques, making you capable of fighting on par with divine beings and creatures at higher power levels.

You can also create your own martial arts styles that push the limits of human and divine capability.]

Linsley couldn't help but grin. "That's a serious upgrade," he thought.

He already had solid combat skills, but with this new level of mastery, even those at higher levels would struggle to keep up. Instantly mastering techniques and having a body that naturally adapts sounded like a cheat code in itself.

He considered his options for a moment. Universal Key (Gold) was still tempting, but now with Martial Arts Grandmaster (Purple), his combat prowess had reached a new height.

"Even better. I don't need to worry about locked doors or sealed paths anymore, and my fighting abilities are beyond what I could've imagined."

Linsley chose Universal Key (Gold), feeling satisfied with his decision.

-Ding!

[The host has chosen the following talent: Universal Key (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)]

-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 around him was thick and musty, the smell of mildew and damp wood clinging to the cramped space.

The atmosphere was heavy, almost suffocating, and the faint sound of distant voices could be heard echoing down the hallway.

He could tell that he was in a small, run-down building—an orphanage, from the looks of it.

The walls were peeling, the once-bright paint now faded and cracked. The floor beneath him creaked with every step, the wood worn down from years of neglect.

Linsley found himself lying on a rough, threadbare mattress in a cramped room.

Seven other children were scattered around the room, all huddled on equally worn-out mattresses or blankets.

The room was dimly lit, with a single small window near the ceiling allowing in a sliver of pale sunlight. Dust particles floated lazily in the stale air, and the sound of a dripping faucet in the distance only added to the dreary environment.

He could feel the weight of his small body, his limbs weak and frail. Looking down, he saw that his body had been reduced to that of a six-year-old child.

His hands were small, the skin slightly grimy from the dirt that covered them. His clothes were worn and torn in places, hanging loosely off his small frame. The fabric was rough against his skin, and the faint scent of sweat and dust clung to him.

Curious, Linsley shifted his position and noticed an old, cracked mirror hanging on the wall nearby. He slowly got to his feet and walked over to it, staring at his reflection.

His appearance was still recognizable—his face still had its familiar features, but younger, more delicate. His striking purple hair, though messy and unkempt, framed his face, making him look innocent but not unattractive. His purple eyes, still bright and sharp, were a stark contrast to the dirt smudging his face.n/ô/vel/b//in dot c//om

He ran a hand through his messy purple hair, feeling the rough texture. His small fingers brushed against his face, and he sighed, realizing the state he was in.

His body felt fragile, weak from malnutrition, and the ragged clothes hanging off his frame did little to protect him from the cold draft seeping through the cracks in the walls.

"Great," Linsley muttered to himself, glancing around at the shabby surroundings. "Looks like I'll have to start from the bottom…"