The Chat Group's First Civil War

The Demon Venerable asked, "Fellow Daoist Chen, who did you bring in this time?"

Chen Feng had thought about that.

Science fiction was bound to have advanced technology, and fantasy was bound to have supernatural elements. Both worlds had a high baseline, so he had picked those two first.

The City World might have powerful martial artists, or it might be an urban romance. Games were much the same: at one extreme, you had the Stellaris Foundation; at the other, dating sims. So he had left those for the middle.

As for military worlds still playing with tanks and cannons, and historical worlds still playing with primitive firearms and cold weapons, those were definitely last.

The Demon Venerable paused. "Fantasy? I don't remember that world being there before."

Chen Feng was about to explain when two notifications popped up in the group.

[Sci-Fi—Galactic War Marshal (Khorne State) has joined the group. Say hello to your fellow members!]

[Fantasy—King of the Monsters has joined the group. Say hello to your fellow members!]

No one had heard the name Galactic War Marshal before.

But the King of the Monsters?

Everyone knew that one.

At the sight of those four characters, the image of an ancient, dinosaur-shaped beast that could breathe atomic fire flashed through Chen Feng's mind. "Godzilla?"

Well, well, well.

The First Saint Demon Venerable was secretly delighted.

Godzilla, the King of the Monsters, sounded intimidating, but when you got down to it, he was just a big lizard mutated by nuclear radiation.

At his strongest, he could destroy a planet's surface; at his weakest, only a country. He was about on par with the Foundation Establishment Stage weaklings back home.

Time to show them what I'm made of.

The Demon Venerable was about to send [Group status -1].