You Died

[The Lord of the FF-rank Goblin Village wore simple leather armor and carried a jagged sword at his side. His face, framed by messy brown hair, bore a sly grin that radiated confidence.]

[The goblins noticed your slimes almost immediately. Their hostile cries rang out as they charged with sharpened sticks and rusted blades.]

[Despite the slimes' attempts to flee, their gelatinous forms were no match for the goblins' speed and aggression. One by one, the four slimes were cut down, their mental links severed in an instant.]

[The sudden loss of connection jolted you back to reality. A cold realization settled over you—the cause of the slime's death the day before.]

[The goblins had killed it, and now four more had met the same fate.]

[You clenched your fists, anger boiling in your chest. Not only were the goblins a direct threat to your territory, but the presence of another lord nearby made the situation even more precarious.]

[You sat back on your throne, your crimson and sapphire eyes narrowing in thought.]

[The goblins were a problem, and the human lord leading them was an even greater challenge.]

[While your slimes were no match for them now, you couldn't afford to let this threat go unanswered.]

["So," you muttered under your breath, your voice tinged with determination, "an FF-rank Goblin Village, and a lord bold enough to send goblins to attack my subjects."]

[The resolve to strengthen your territory burned within you as you leaned back on your wooden throne. Though the slimes were weak now, you knew that, under your leadership, they could grow into something formidable. However, time was not on your side.]

[The enemy lord's proximity, combined with the goblins' aggressive nature, meant that your village would inevitably face their hostility.]

[The implanted knowledge in your mind whispered that lords who did not act swiftly often perished in this unforgiving world.]

[You ordered all available slimes to focus on scavenging mana stones and other resources from the forest. While their combat potential was limited, they could at least help you accumulate materials to fortify your village.]

[Over the next day, the slimes worked tirelessly under your commands. They brought back small mana stones, wild berries, and various materials from the forest.]

[You attempted to use their body-decomposition ability to craft crude defenses, such as slime-reinforced walls and sharpened wooden stakes. While their work was clumsy, you managed to establish a rudimentary perimeter around the Dilapidated Lord's Hall.]

[Despite these preparations, the looming threat of the goblins weighed heavily on your mind. That night, you sat on your throne, mentally linking with scouting slimes to monitor the surrounding areas.]

[The goblin village remained active, their warriors sharpening their weapons and practicing crude combat drills.]

[The human lord leading them did not seem idle either. Through your mental links, you occasionally glimpsed him directing the goblins, his confidence and cunning evident in his every move.]

[He seemed to be preparing for something—and you knew it would not bode well for your village.]

[A few hours later, the attack came without warning.]

[In the dead of night, your slimes scouting near the forest edge severed their mental links in quick succession, each one a jarring blow to your mind.]

[You shot upright from your throne, the alarm bells in your head ringing clear: the goblins were coming.]

[You rushed outside, your heterochromatic eyes scanning the darkness as the faint glow of torches appeared in the distance.]

[Goblins poured out of the forest, their guttural cries breaking the silence. They were armed with jagged spears and rusted swords, their crude armor glinting faintly under the moonlight.]

[At their head stood the lord of the goblins, his sword raised high as he barked commands in a language the goblins seemed to understand.]

[Your slimes wobbled into formation, their small bodies quivering with anticipation. Despite their lack of combat skill, they stood ready to defend their village—and their lord.]

[The goblins attacked with ferocity, their weapons gleaming in the torchlight. Your slimes, though loyal, were woefully outmatched.]

[As they threw themselves at the attackers, the goblins quickly realized the slimes' weakness: their core.]

[Located deep within their gelatinous forms, the slimes' cores glowed faintly with mana, making them easy targets. A single well-placed strike from a goblin spear or sword would shatter the core, killing the slime instantly.]

[One by one, the goblins pierced the slimes' bodies with precision, their laughter echoing as the cores cracked and disintegrated.]

[You shouted commands, trying to coordinate your remaining slimes to outmaneuver the goblins, but their limited intelligence made complex tactics impossible.]

[They fought valiantly, but their attacks were ineffective—merely splattering harmlessly against the goblins' crude armor.]

[You fought as well, wielding a crude weapon scavenged from the hall—a broken spear.]

[Adrenaline surged through your veins as you lunged at the goblins, managing to wound a few with wild strikes. But it wasn't enough.]

[The goblins' numbers were overwhelming, and your body began to tire under the weight of the battle.]

[The human lord finally stepped forward, cutting through your remaining slimes with ease.]

[His sword moved with practiced precision, cleaving through gelatinous bodies and striking at their cores without hesitation. His movements were calculated and efficient, a stark contrast to your desperate strikes.]

[You stood alone now, surrounded by the corpses of your loyal subjects. Shattered cores glinted faintly in the torchlight, scattered across the bloodied ground like fragments of broken glass.]

[The goblin lord strode toward you, his sly grin illuminated by the flickering flames.]

["An FFF-rank Slime Village," he said mockingly, his voice dripping with disdain. "Did you really think you could survive here?"]

[You raised your broken spear in a futile attempt to defend yourself.]

[The human lord's sword struck true, slicing through your weapon and piercing your chest.]

[Pain exploded through your body as you collapsed to your knees, blood pooling beneath you.]

[As your vision darkened, the sounds of the goblins' jeers and the lord's triumphant laughter echoed in your ears.]

[You clenched your fists, anger and regret swirling in your mind.]

[You had failed—but this was not the end as this was merely a lord simulation.]

[You died.]