Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

In the magnificent imperial palace, the atmosphere was so tense it was suffocating. The courtiers whispered amongst themselves, all trying to guess Emperor Gustav's intentions.

The position of Crown Prince had been vacant for a long time. Although Soren was the popular choice, without a clear decree from the Emperor, the power struggles within the court would not cease.

The news of Soren's appointment as Crown Prince was like a spring breeze, instantly dispersing the gloom hanging over the palace. Many people finally felt relieved, as if a great weight had been lifted from their shoulders.

Although everyone had long known that Soren becoming Crown Prince was a certainty, Gustav's hesitation had made everyone feel as if they were walking on thin ice, fearing that they would become sacrifices in the vortex of the court.

With Gustav's decree, the disputes in the court temporarily came to an end. But this did not mean peace, but rather a change of strategy. The previous infighting and vying for favor had now transformed into a more elaborate siege—the position of Crown Prince was not so easy to hold.

After receiving the decree, a look of determination flashed across Soren's face.

This honor not only represented an elevation in status, but also meant greater responsibilities. He had no time to revel in the joy of becoming Crown Prince, but quickly adjusted his state, preparing to face the real war.

A real war with real swords and spears, not the slaughter seen in the 3D graphics of a game.

The army had already gathered outside the city, the sound of iron hooves echoing, and the war flags fluttering in the wind.

Soren stood on the city wall, gazing at the army that would soon march with him, his heart filled with determination.

In the game, Beryl's initial situation was even worse than now, but he still managed to turn the tables. Now, the situation is many times better than in the game.

Prince Kallen launched his troops ahead of schedule. Although the army also consisted of 600,000 soldiers, its combat effectiveness naturally couldn't compare to that of the army that would be launched five years later. Moreover, General Alfonso's legion was still operating in the hinterland of the Northwestern provinces, which would inevitably restrain some of Prince Kallen's forces.

Soren really wanted to shout, "The advantage is on our side!"

But he didn't dare, because every time someone shouted that the advantage was on their side, they would end up losing miserably.

The night had not yet completely faded, and the first light of dawn appeared on the horizon. Emperor Gustav was already fully dressed and ready to go. He stood on the city walls of the palace, gazing into the distance, his heart filled with anticipation and pride.

Today, he would personally see off the departing army, boost their morale, and pray for the victory that was about to come.

As the morning sun gradually rose, the army below the city walls began to gather. They were clad in armor, wielding weapons, majestic and imposing, like an indestructible Great Wall of steel.

Looking at this powerful elite force, Gustav's ambition became even more firm.

The empire was still strong, and the rebellion of the mere Seven Kings could be easily suppressed by the imperial legions.

Just then, a special team slowly walked forward, attracting everyone's attention. It was the new recruit legion led by Soren. Their steps were neat and their momentum was like a rainbow.

The Imperial Guards cleared the way in front, each member with a long and steady breath, obviously with considerable strength. The new recruits behind them, although they had only undergone two weeks of training, had a spirit that far surpassed other legions. They stood in neat ranks, their eyes firm, as if they were ready to sacrifice themselves for their country.

Empress Elizabeth stood beside Gustav, and she said softly, "That is the Seventh Legion trained by Soren, all composed of new recruits." Her words were full of praise and affirmation.

The officials on the city wall also cast admiring glances, and they couldn't help but sigh with emotion.

This new recruit legion had undoubtedly become the biggest highlight of today's send-off ceremony.

Empress Maria and the people of the Vera family looked at Soren leading the Seventh Legion, their faces complex. Many people were filled with regret. If they had fully supported Soren in the beginning, they didn't know how much benefit they would have received now. At least two legion quartermaster positions would have been theirs for the taking.

Just look at Torres and Morey of the Haron family, each with a legion quartermaster position. When they return from this battle, their status and position will be elevated, and they might even be granted titles.

The armies marched forward in a mighty and grand manner. Empress Maria only watched coldly, as if everything was irrelevant to her.

But Nicholas had become the target of public criticism, especially by the Vera family, who were the loudest.

"They are happy to talk now, but they have forgotten how they used to be obsequious and eager to please me before Soren rose to prominence."

Nicholas felt anger burning in his chest, like a flame that had been ignited, almost about to burst out.

Those who used to surround him every day, wishing they could lift him to the heavens, were now beginning to criticize and denounce him.

"How dare these bastards!"

Nicholas took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the anger in his heart.

"Now is not the time to lose my temper. I must remain calm and not let emotions cloud my judgment. Vera family, this prince has remembered you. One day, I will settle the score with you."

Nicholas glanced at Empress Maria, who remained expressionless, as if everything around her was irrelevant.

It was this indifferent attitude that made Nicholas feel fear in his heart, lest his mother would abandon him.

"Now, I can only grit my teeth and silently endure all of this. Unlucky? Perhaps, but this is politics, this is the price of power struggles. I, Nicholas, have never been afraid of any challenge. This game has only just begun." Nicholas's originally trembling body quickly returned to calm.

He would endure for now, and at worst, he could find a chance to stab this younger brother in the back in the future, like Prince Kallen.

As the army departed, Gustav and Empress Elizabeth, along with a group of officials, silently prayed for their victorious return.

This kind of treatment was previously only enjoyed by the Empress and Empress Maria. But now, with Soren's rise, Empress Maria Luisa's status had also risen.

Empress Philippa walked through the crowd and approached Empress Maria with a complex expression. She greeted Empress Maria with a smile, but her words carried a hint of sarcasm: "Empress Maria, your judgment is indeed poor. However, you are very good at nurturing princes. The Crown Prince is unexpectedly excellent. Whether it is in finance or military affairs, he can relieve His Majesty's worries early on."

Facing Empress Philippa's provocation, Empress Maria only smiled contemptuously and responded indifferently: "So what? Soren is still my son." Her voice was calm, but it was full of confidence and strength.