Lord Simulator: My Slime Village Starts With SSS-rank Monthly Rules

[Congratulations! You have died!]

[You have successfully transmigrated to the Supreme Plane where countless lords vie for the position of the "Supreme Lord"!]

-Ding!

[Awakening lord talent…]

-Ding!

[You have become a dual lord talent awakener and awakened two lord talents!]

[SSS-rank Lord Simulator talent: You can simulate the future up until your demise.]

[SSS-rank Monthly Rules talent: At the start of each month, you can choose one monthly rule from five drawn monthly rules. Those monthly rules will be applied to your territory and will be permanent, but you can decide whether to toggle it on and off.]

The system screen flickered and faded from Augustus Valemont's view, leaving him in a disorienting silence.

Slowly, his senses returned, and he opened his eyes, blinking at the faint beams of sunlight filtering through a cracked wooden ceiling.

The air smelled faintly of damp wood and earth, and a soft creaking noise echoed as he shifted his weight.

He was sitting on a throne. Or, rather, what could barely be called one. The wood was worn and splintered, its edges rough from years of neglect.

The armrests creaked under his touch, and the faint outline of intricate carvings was all that remained of what must have once been a symbol of pride.

The room around him wasn't much better. Walls sagged unevenly, moss crept along the corners, and the occasional beam of light illuminated floating dust particles.

His hands rested on the throne's armrests, steady despite the bizarre situation.

Augustus inhaled deeply, the weight of his new reality pressing down on him. For a moment, he simply stared at the room in silence, his thoughts swirling.

"This... doesn't feel like a dream," he muttered, his voice steady but tinged with confusion.

The words felt strange to his ears, as though he hadn't spoken in years.

His reflection flickered faintly in the cracked glass of a shattered mirror leaning against one wall. Golden hair cascaded over his shoulders in soft, wild waves, catching the dusty light.

A small crown perched on his head, its inlaid gems shimmering faintly despite the dull surroundings. His heterochromatic eyes—a piercing crimson and a deep sapphire—stared back at him, their striking contrast giving him an almost ethereal air.

He stared at his reflection for a long moment before exhaling sharply. "What the hell is this?" he muttered, leaning forward in the throne.

Bits and pieces of his last moments before waking up here flashed through his mind.

He remembered binge-watching anime for three days straight, fueled by energy drinks and cheap snacks. His final thought had been something about getting some much-needed rest.

He'd flopped onto his bed, too tired to even turn off his laptop, and then... nothing.

"Did I..." he murmured, his crimson eye narrowing. "Did I really die in my sleep? Just like that?"

The realization was absurd. He wasn't some overworked salaryman, nor was he the victim of some tragic accident. No, he was just a regular teenager who'd pushed himself too far for the sake of finishing a few more episodes.

A bitter laugh escaped his lips. "Of all the ways to go, it had to be sleep deprivation."

He shook his head, forcing the thought aside.

Whatever had happened, the system's earlier notifications made one thing clear: he wasn't on Earth anymore.

A faint, wet "plop" broke the silence, drawing his attention.

Augustus glanced down from his throne to see a gathering of small, gelatinous creatures spread across the uneven wooden floor.

Slimes. Blue ones, no larger than his palm, quivered slightly as though observing him. Their round, adorable eyes blinked curiously, reflecting the faint light of the room.

For a moment, he simply stared at them, his expression unreadable. "Slimes," he said flatly. "This is my starting territory? Slimes?"

One of the slimes wriggled, its gelatinous body wobbling in what almost seemed like excitement. Another bumped gently into the foot of his throne, leaving behind a faint, wet smudge on the wood.

Augustus tilted his head slightly, his mind still processing the absurdity of the situation.

Before he could think further, a booming yet calm voice resonated in his mind, stopping his thoughts in their tracks.

[Implanting Common Sense of the Supreme Plane into your consciousness… Completed.]

Augustus's head snapped back against the throne as a wave of information flooded into his mind. Memories, knowledge, and concepts he had never encountered before etched themselves into his brain as if they had always been there.

He gasped sharply, his hand gripping the armrest of the throne as his vision blurred for a moment.

When the overwhelming sensation finally subsided, he sat there in silence, staring blankly ahead as everything settled into place. His breathing steadied, and he slowly blinked, processing the newly implanted knowledge.

"So... that's how it is," he muttered, his voice tinged with disbelief.

The Supreme Plane. A vast world ruled by countless Lords, each striving for ultimate power and the coveted title of Supreme Lord.

Territories were ranked from FFF-rank to the legendary SSS-rank, with their initial rank determining their starting potential. Lords relied on their subjects, structures, and resources to build, expand, and defend their domains.

He looked down at the small slimes wriggling at his feet, their quivering forms now making far more sense in the context of his new memories.

"This... is an FFF-rank Slime Village," he murmured, a wry smile tugging at the corner of his lips. "The absolute lowest starting point possible. Lucky me."

The implanted knowledge confirmed it: Augustus's starting territory wasn't just weak—it was practically a joke.

The Slime Village had barely any resources, no combat potential, and the slimes themselves were considered bottom-tier creatures, useful only for menial tasks and, at best, serving as disposable fodder.

"An FFF-rank Slime Village..." Augustus leaned back into the wooden throne, his heterochromatic eyes narrowing as the bitter humor of the situation dawned on him. "Even an FF-rank Goblin Village would be a step up. Goblins at least have hands."