God Simulator: The Goddesses In The Simulation Are All Real Chapter 183 A Week In The Research Facility

Linsley didn't hesitate, eting the doctor's gaze. "Yes, if it's only about eliminating the virus, regardless of the host's survival, I could easily do it with my current power."

Dr. Kerr nodded, gesturing toward the door. "We can discuss this further outside."

Linsley gave a final glance to the infected, still immobilized by his paralysis bullet, before following Kerr out of the containnt area.

They passed through the decontamination chamber, a series of sprays and UV lights ensuring that no trace of the infection could escape with them.

Once the doors sealed behind them, they stepped into the observation corridor, where a large, reinforced glass wall allowed them a view back into the infected room.

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The infected individual remained still, his body rigid from the effects of Linsley's shot, though his eyes darted around with a dull, hungry awareness. The sight was a grim reminder of the virus's potency and the eerie sentience Linsley had detected.

"Is there any data on the virus's spread?" Linsley asked, his gaze fixed on the infected through the glass. "Or any hints about its origin?"

Dr. Kerr nodded, pulling a tablet from a nearby console and scrolling through the data. "We've done our best to map the cases, but the virus appears to have erged in multiple locations at once. It's as though it was... introduced intentionally."

He hesitated, glancing at Linsley. "And there's another thing. So of our Diviners have reported faint energy signatures when attempting to cleanse infected individuals. They couldn't trace its origin, but they sensed sothing unusual."

Linsley felt his suspicion deepen. This "energy" sounded all too familiar, aligning with the kind of residual influence he'd encountered from the Outer Gods. While he considered probing deeper, he knew a cautious approach was best.

Instead, he thought of a more asured test—a weapon specifically designed to weaken the virus rather than eradicate it outright, allowing him to study the infection's limits without revealing the full extent of his powers.

"Show everything you have on the infection's pattern and any anomalies reported," Linsley said, nodding toward the tablet.

Dr. Kerr handed him the tablet, and Linsley began scrolling through the files.

The data included scattered reports from Diviners describing faint but recurring traces of unusual energy at various infection sites, along with records of cases appearing in seemingly unconnected locations.

Though he hadn't observed it firsthand, the descriptions matched the unsettling influence he associated with the Outer Gods. It wasn't definitive proof, but the patterns hinted at a deliberate influence, feeding into his growing suspicion that this was no natural outbreak.

Though he hadn't observed it firsthand, the descriptions matched the unsettling influence he associated with the Outer Gods. It wasn't definitive proof, but the patterns hinted at a deliberate influence, feeding into his growing suspicion that this was no natural outbreak.

After reviewing the information, Linsley glanced up, a thoughtful expression crossing his face. "These cases... the virus seems to have appeared almost randomly, in completely separate areas. Has anyone suggested it might have simply popped up out of nowhere, or is there a theory it could be manmade? Or perhaps the result of a Gift running amok?"

Dr. Kerr hesitated, his gaze shifting uneasily toward the glass window where the infected individual remained frozen in place. "There's been so debate about that," he said finally.

"So believe it could be a mutation, a virus that erged naturally under unusual circumstances. Others have suggested it's manmade, though we haven't found any evidence to link it to known biological weapons. And there are a few who suspect a Gift could be involved, but the sheer scale and coordination required seem beyond most known abilities."

Linsley nodded slowly, though internally, his thoughts were sharper. While the theories floated in the lab were plausible, he knew from experience that when strange phenona left traces of an unknown, sinister energy, the Outer Gods were often at the root of it.

Their goals were straightforward: disrupt the world's order, sow chaos, and eventually devour the world's origin. They were behind countless inexplicable tragedies, their influence lingering like poison. In cases where the culprit was unclear, blaming the Outer Gods was often the safest assumption.

Still, he wanted to be sure. This virus could be another instance of their interference, but he needed to confirm it.

"So, no definite conclusions yet," Linsley said, leaning back slightly. "But keep inford if any new insights co up. If this infection is the work of sothing larger, we need to know what we're dealing with."

Dr. Kerr gave a sharp nod, his expression grim, and they parted ways.

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For the next seven days, Linsley imrsed himself in observing the virus closely, studying its behavior and structure within the research facility.

He noted subtle, almost deliberate shifts in its form, each day marking what seed like a calculated adaptation, as if the virus itself were aware of his efforts.

Every ti he examined it, the infection seed more than just a biological anomaly—it was evolving, responding to stimuli with disturbing precision.

He dedicated hours to refining a weapon through his Unlimited Gun Works.

His goal was to create sothing subtle yet effective, a tool that could immobilize the virus within its hosts and halt its adaptive changes. Though he downplayed the scope of his ability, he presented enough progress to satisfy the researchers, keeping his power restrained yet impactful.

The weapon he developed, however, required daily use to maintain its effect, underscoring just how challenging the virus was to control and leaving room for improvent if more drastic asures were required.

During his late-night observations, he allowed himself a mont to ponder the virus's unnatural traits. With each adaptation, his suspicion of the Outer Gods' influence deepened.

Though he hadn't voiced this theory openly, he logged every peculiar detail, ntally connecting the virus's response to the vile forces he had encountered before.

Throughout the week, he held regular discussions with Dr. Kerr and the other researchers. As he shared insights on the virus's adaptability, he could see the spark of interest in Dr. Kerr's eyes, mingled with a hint of amazent.

Though Linsley kept his explanations simple, the results spoke for themselves. His progress, though subdued, set him apart, a fact that didn't go unnoticed by those around him.

Still, Linsley was careful to downplay his accomplishnts, presenting his progress as incrental, leaving the researchers with the impression that they were only beginning to explore the infection's limits.