Limloo Can Use Magic

Augustus's stomach growled audibly, and he chuckled despite himself. "Efficient as ever, I see. Well done, Limloo."

The slimes, now fully under Limloo's leadership, worked to assist Augustus with his meal preparation.

Under Limloo's direction, a few slimes gathered dry wood and tinder from the surrounding forest, while others brought water from the Slime Lake.

Once the materials were prepared, Augustus noticed Limloo positioning himself near the pile of wood, his core glowing faintly with concentration.

"Wait," Augustus said, raising an eyebrow. "Are you going to—?"

Before he could finish, Limloo conjured a small ball of flame, hurling it gently onto the tinder. The fire crackled to life instantly, bathing the area in warm light.

Augustus stared in surprise.

"You can use magic?" he asked, his tone a mix of curiosity and astonishment.

Limloo's telepathic voice resonated calmly in his mind. "Yes, my Lord. As a Wise Sage, I can manipulate all elemental energies. However," he added humbly, "my knowledge of theoretical magic is limited. At present, I can only perform basic elemental spells, such as this."

Augustus smirked, folding his arms as he watched the fire grow. "Basic or not, that's already a huge step up. If I had to light a fire myself, it would've taken me forever."

Limloo pulsed brightly, his tone filled with reverence. "It is my duty to ease your burdens, my Lord. Your survival and success are my highest priorities."

With the fire blazing steadily, Augustus turned his attention to the hare. Using a knife from the limited utensils available in the Dilapidated Lord's Hall, he carefully skinned the hare, discarding the inedible parts.

At Limloo's suggestion, the scraps were buried far from the village to avoid attracting predators. The other slimes quickly assisted, moving efficiently under their new leader's guidance.

As the hare roasted over the fire, Augustus leaned back, observing the now-organized slimes. Their once-chaotic energy was now directed with precision, and the results spoke for themselves.

"You've really turned this village around in just a few hours," Augustus admitted, glancing at Limloo. "With you leading the slimes, I might actually stand a chance against that goblin raid."

Limloo's core pulsed brightly, his telepathic voice brimming with loyalty. "It is all thanks to you, my Lord. Without your wisdom and foresight, I would not exist. It is my greatest honor to serve and protect you."

Augustus smirked, tearing into a piece of the roasted hare as the aroma filled the air.

The meat was tender, and though simple, it was the most satisfying meal he'd had since his arrival. "Keep this up, and we might just survive the next few days."

As the last remnants of the hare disappeared, Augustus leaned back against a nearby log, his heterochromatic eyes gazing at the flickering flames.

The slimes, under Limloo's guidance, diligently cleaned up the area, burying bones and scraps far from the village to avoid attracting predators. Their silent efficiency brought a small measure of peace to Augustus's mind, but he knew it wouldn't last.

Once the fire began to die down, Augustus stood and stretched, his joints protesting after the long day. "That's enough for now," he said, glancing at Limloo. "I'll leave the rest of the cleanup to you. Make sure the slimes get some rest."

Limloo pulsed brightly, his telepathic voice steady and loyal. "Of course, my Lord. Please rest well. Your strength is vital to the village's survival."

With a nod, Augustus turned and headed back toward the Dilapidated Lord's Hall.

The night air was cool, and the faint glow of the slimes around the village offered a comforting sense of security. Yet, as he entered his private quarters and sat on the creaky wooden bed, the weight of his situation pressed heavily on him once more.

The bed, though simple and worn, was a small luxury considering the state of the hall. Augustus sat for a moment, staring at the wooden floorboards beneath his boots.

The memory of the goblin raid in the lord simulation replayed in his mind—his slimes being slaughtered, the goblins storming the village, and his own final moments.

He clenched his fists. "If I don't act decisively, that future will repeat itself."

His gaze shifted to the air in front of him as he summoned the Lord Simulator interface.

Although he had already used the daily free simulation, the system's description had mentioned another option.

-Ding!

[The Lord Simulator can be activated again at the cost of stamina. Do you wish to proceed?]

[Yes] | [No]

Augustus's finger hovered over the [Yes] button. He knew the risk.

Using stamina to fuel the simulation wasn't without consequences—it would drain his physical reserves, and if overused, it could leave him weakened when he needed his strength the most.

Still, he had to know.

"Knowledge is power," he muttered. "If the future has changed, I need to know if it's for better or worse."

With a sharp inhale, Augustus pressed [Yes].

A faint pulse rippled through his body as a translucent screen materialized before him, signaling the start of the simulation.

His limbs felt slightly heavier, a clear sign of the stamina being drained from his body, but he grit his teeth and focused.

-Ding!

[Starting the Lord Simulation…]

[Resting in your Dilapidated Lord's Hall living quarters, you spent the night sleeping, your body weighed down by exhaustion.]

[Despite the discomfort of the worn wooden bed, you managed to recover your energy, the silence of the night offering a brief respite from your worries.]

[When the first rays of sunlight pierced through the cracks in the ceiling, you woke with a renewed determination. The memory of the goblin raid in the previous lord simulation loomed large in your mind, pushing you into action.]

[You summoned Limloo to the throne room immediately after waking, laying out a plan to fortify the Slime Village.]

["Limloo," you said, your heterochromatic eyes sharp with focus. "We have less than a day before the goblins attack. We need defenses—traps, barricades, anything that can slow them down or take them out."]