Lord Chat Group Has Been Unlocked!

Augustus focused his thoughts, reaching out to Limloo through the mental link.

"Limloo, ensure they work efficiently. Make sure the slimes coordinate with the goblins. Both villages need to be prepared for anything."

"Understood, my Lord," came Limloo's calm reply. "The goblins are working diligently under supervision. The villages will be ready."

Augustus surveyed the Goblin Village one last time. Though crude and poorly organized compared to the Slime Village, it was functional enough to serve its purpose.

Still, he felt no attachment to it. His place—his true base of operations—was back in the Slime Village, where his plans had begun.

With that thought, Augustus activated Air Step, propelling himself into the air.

The Goblin Village quickly disappeared behind him as he traversed the short distance back to the Slime Village with practiced ease.

…

The familiar sight of the Slime Village greeted him as he approached.

Slimes acknowledged their lord's return with subtle wobbles and glowing cores, their unwavering loyalty resonating through the mental link.

The defenses they had built with Limloo's guidance now stood sturdier and more refined, reflecting their collective effort.

Stepping into the dilapidated lord's hall, Augustus was met with the creak of worn wood beneath his boots. The hall barely held together, yet it carried the weight of his authority.

Settling onto his throne, he leaned back and exhaled, letting the tension of the day momentarily dissipate.

Through the mental link, Augustus observed the activity in both villages.

The goblins, under Limloo's supervision, diligently cleaned the battlefield, removed corpses, and dismantled traps. Their chaotic nature had transformed into a more purposeful obedience, driven by Augustus's authority.

The slimes, meanwhile, worked alongside the goblins, scouting and gathering resources with their unmatched efficiency.

It was a strange yet satisfying sight—the union of two vastly different groups working toward a shared goal.

Augustus could sense their growing loyalty, both from fear and respect. This was only the beginning of what he envisioned.

Satisfied, Augustus dismissed the mental link and straightened on his throne. He raised his hand, summoning the system interface.

A faint, golden light shimmered before him, forming a notification that marked a new step in his ascent.

-Ding!

[Access to the Lord Chat Group has been unlocked!]

The words carried weight. This was a milestone he had anticipated—a privilege granted only to lords who had proven their dominance by eliminating another lord or surviving for a month in the Supreme Plane.

The interface flickered to life, displaying a flurry of messages scrolling past.

The Lord Chat Group was far more active than Augustus had anticipated, featuring three main channels: Universal Chat, Global Chat, and Private Chat.

Thanks to the knowledge granted by the Voice of the Supreme Plane, Augustus understood the immense utility of this system for communication and alliances among lords.

While lords were inherently in competition due to the ultimate goal of becoming the Supreme Lord, enmity wasn't absolute. There were no eternal enemies—only eternal interests.

As long as two lords could strike a mutually beneficial deal, they would willingly set aside their differences to outpace other competitors.

The Universal Chat served as a massive lobby connecting all lords across the Supreme Plane, regardless of the galaxies or planets separating them.

The Global Chat, in contrast, was limited to lords inhabiting the same planet as Augustus.

Finally, the Private Chat provided a space for direct communication. Any lord could create a private lobby and invite others to join, ensuring their discussions remained confidential.

The interface was reminiscent of messaging apps from Augustus's past life, making it intuitive for him to navigate.

The only notable difference was the participants—no longer anonymous internet users but powerful lords vying for supremacy in the Supreme Plane.

The thought brought a faint smirk to Augustus's face. The stakes here were far greater, and so were the rewards.

After exploring the features of the Lord Chat Group, Augustus muttered to himself, "This might be even more useful than I initially thought. If I can trade with other lords, I can compensate for my weaknesses and fortify my position."

He leaned back in his throne, his heterochromatic eyes gleaming thoughtfully. "But the Supreme Plane's economy is decentralized, with currencies varying from planet to planet."

"As the Voice of the Supreme Plane explained, most deals are conducted through bartering and direct trade. That simplifies things, but it also means I'll need something valuable to offer."

A faint smirk crossed his lips as he considered his circumstances. "I might lack resources, but what I have in abundance is combat power. Limloo alone makes my forces stand out compared to other lords of my generation. Against older and more powerful lords, I'm still weak, but among my peers, I'm anything but average."

As Augustus leaned back on his worn wooden throne, he reflected on the intricate hierarchy of power that governed the Supreme Plane.

The information granted by the Voice of the Supreme Plane was clear, though he couldn't deny the sheer disparity between himself and the higher echelons.

"Magic circles inscribed on a mage's mana core…" Augustus tapped his temple, his mind processing the thought. "The more you have, the more destructive you become. Even the jump from 5th-Circle to 6th-Circle is like night and day."

He shifted his gaze to the mental map of his domain. The gap in power between each stage was enormous.

A 1st-Circle Mage could barely scorch a patch of grass, while a 5th-Circle Mage like himself could bring down an entire large building with a well-placed spell.

Above him, though, were those whose strength eclipsed anything he could muster now.

"Magic Kings," he thought, "could destroy entire cities. Magic Emperors? Islands. And Magic Gods…"

He shook his head, cutting off the thought. "They're practically living catastrophes, capable of snuffing out stars."