"Greetings, Your Excellency."
"General."
"Master."
"Overlord."
In a mechanical palace on Planet Alpha, Gao Gong received the group that had returned.
After Gao Gong had rescued them, both the proud survivors of civilization and the seemingly indifferent mechanical masters showed him the utmost respect.
In interstellar society, strength determined everything.
After displaying the strength to repel the bugs and defeat the Faceless One, it was only natural that he would gain a higher status.
Even the mechanical masters from top-tier level-three civilizations no longer treated Gao Gong as Director Du's kept man.
Instead, he received the treatment accorded to a true powerhouse.
Gao Gong nodded expressionlessly.
But inwardly, he was wondering whether he should standardize everyone's forms of address. After all, he had quite a few titles: Mr. G, Boss, Chief, General, Leader, Legion Commander, Clan Leader. Anyone who didn't know better might think their faction had this many different bosses.
Especially after establishing the mechanical civilization, unifying the forms of address was very necessary.
The people below had no idea that the one seated on the mechanical throne was pondering such a "boring" problem.
Although mechanical bodies were far stronger than biological bodies, everyone present still believed that Gao Gong's biological body was his true form.
This handsome, imposing male life-form before them was a leader even more powerful than the Dark Elf leader!
He possessed strength comparable to Shrek's in his prime, had repelled civilization armies several times, defeated Supremes, and even subdued a cosmic noble.
The reputation Gao Gong had built over the years was not merely a number. It represented genuine prestige.
As long as he remained silent, no one dared to speak.
After a while, Gao Gong finally settled on his "public title."
Prophet, Mechanical Prophet!
Not Emperor, Overlord, or some sort of Chairman, but