The people, shocked and awed, listened closely. They had heard rumors of the Sinclair Order, branded as a terrorist group by the ruling powers, but the government had failed them for too long, offering no real protection or hope.
Now, before them stood Linsley, a self-proclaimed god, treating them as equals and showing them mercy—a Level 9.8 Overlord, radiant with divine power.
"It doesn't matter what the government calls us," Linsley continued. "I am your salvation, and the Sinclair Order is my divine hand. We stand for justice, not for the corrupt Overlords who leave you to rot."
The crowd murmured in agreement, some even bowing their heads, feeling the overwhelming force of Linsley's words and power. His claim of godhood no longer seemed far-fetched.
To the wasteborn and inferiors, his strength was their salvation. He had saved them when no one else would.