Simulating The Goblin Lord's Defeat

[You stepped forward, your heterochromatic eyes glowing faintly with mana. "Cowards hide behind their minions, sending them to do their dirty work. I deal with my enemies directly."]

[The Goblin Lord laughed, a sharp, mocking sound. "Bold words for someone so... insignificant. But tell me, Slime Lord, what makes you think you can walk into my village and leave alive?"]

["This," you replied, activating your unsealed Lord's Authority. A golden aura surrounded you, pulsing with the combined mana of your subjects.]

[The air in the room grew thick with tension as the Goblin Lord's sly grin faltered, his eyes narrowing at the overwhelming mana radiating from your body. The sheer pressure seemed to unnerve him, though he hesitated to act immediately.]

[Before the Goblin Lord could muster a defense, you vanished from his line of sight, your figure blurring as you channeled wind magic to drastically enhance your movement speed.]

[The sudden burst of acceleration rendered you a streak of motion, too fast for the Goblin Lord to track.]

[Reappearing directly behind him, you concentrated an immense amount of mana into your hand.]

[With precision, you molded the mana into a makeshift blade, infusing it with the razor-sharp properties of the wind element. The blade hummed faintly, the surrounding air vibrating with its cutting force.]

[Without hesitation, you swung your mana blade toward the Goblin Lord's neck.]

[The sharpness of the wind element, coupled with the sheer volume of mana fueling the blade, sliced cleanly through the Goblin Lord's thick, muscular neck.]

[His head fell to the ground with a sickening thud, and a crimson fountain erupted from his decapitated body, staining the wooden walls of his crude dwelling.]

[You exhaled sharply, your heterochromatic eyes fixed on the lifeless body. You couldn't help but feel a mix of relief and incredulity.]

[He underestimated you—a fatal mistake.]

["What kind of brain circuitry does this moron have to underestimate an enemy lord?" you muttered under your breath, shaking your head.]

[The absurdity of the Goblin Lord's misjudgment baffled you, though you weren't about to complain. His arrogance had played directly into your hands.]

[Even though you were several times stronger than the Goblin Lord, you had gone all out, unwilling to take any chances.]

[Unlike that fool who had barely defended himself, you understood the gravity of a lord's life-and-death battle. Death wasn't something you could afford to gamble with.]

[The Goblin Lord's mistake worked in your favor, preventing him from fully utilizing his true power—a power that, had he unleashed it, would have been little more than an annoyance.]

[The mechanism of a lord's power was both a safeguard and a limiter. By default, a lord's true power remained sealed, not as a weakness, but as a means to regulate their immense strength and prevent reckless overexertion.]

[This 'seal' didn't diminish their innate might—it simply acted as a threshold, only allowing a portion of their power to manifest unless consciously or instinctively unsealed.]

[For the Goblin Lord, his strength, defense, and stamina were the cumulative result of the combined power of over 200 goblins. This quantitative accumulation resulted in qualitative might.]

[A single goblin, comparable to a six-year-old human child in strength, posed no threat on its own, but when aggregated into a lord's stats, it transformed into a monstrous force.]

[Even in his sealed state, the Goblin Lord's natural defense was formidable. The combined durability of 200 goblins bolstered his flesh and bones to an absurd level, making conventional attacks nearly useless against him.]

[It wasn't that he lacked power when sealed—it was simply that his full potential remained latent until triggered.]

[A lord's power seal wasn't absolute. It would unseal automatically when a lord faced substantial harm or was pushed into a corner. This ensured that no lord could be easily ambushed or assassinated in their sealed state.]

[Any enemy foolish enough to strike would immediately face their unrestrained wrath—a deterrent that kept most opponents at bay.]

[However, you exploited a loophole in this mechanism. The Goblin Lord underestimated you, and his arrogance left him vulnerable.]

[Your attack wasn't just strong—it was precise and calculated. Using wind magic honed with overwhelming mana, you created a blade sharp enough to slice through even his reinforced defenses.]

[Wind magic, when imbued with a sufficient density of mana, achieves unparalleled sharpness, capable of cutting through materials that would otherwise seem impervious. Channeling the combined mana reserves of Limloo and the slimes through your Lord's Authority, you pushed this spell to its absolute limit.]

[The blade you formed wasn't merely sharp; it was infused with an overwhelming force that amplified its cutting power exponentially.]

[The Goblin Lord's flesh and bones—enhanced by the defensive stats of over 200 goblins—crumbled under the absurd precision and might of your attack.]

[As soon as your blade made contact, his seal automatically untriggered, activating his full power. Yet, it made no difference. The sheer force and sharpness of your attack were far beyond his unsealed defenses, cutting through his enhanced body with ease.]

[Even if the Goblin Lord had been fully prepared, the result would have been the same—his downfall merely delayed. His arrogance, however, expedited his defeat, leaving him defenseless at the critical moment.]

["Power means nothing without strategy," you murmured, glancing at the Goblin Lord's lifeless, decapitated body. His formidable strength had been reduced to nothing by his failure to wield it wisely.]

[You ended the Lord Simulation.]