Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

At the intersection of Lodesa Avenue, the morning light began to shine, and the shops on both sides of the street were gradually opening their heavy doors, preparing to start a new day's business.

The air was still filled with the morning dew and the aroma of baking bread, "Everything seemed ordinary, yet carried a hint of morning laziness and anticipation."

Just then, an exciting piece of news spread rapidly throughout the intersection like a spring breeze: "Victory! We have achieved a great victory!" This shout was like a stone falling into a calm lake, stirring up layers of ripples.

Many shop assistants who had just opened their doors, still holding brooms or rags in their hands, were slightly stunned when they heard this unexpected good news.

Surprise and joy appeared on their faces, as if they couldn't believe their ears. But soon, this surprise quickly turned into ecstasy, and everyone's face was filled with smiles.

"Quick, tell the manager!" A clever shop assistant was the first to react. He dropped what he was doing and turned to run inside the shop.

Others followed suit, and for a time, the entire intersection became extremely lively, with the figures of shop assistants running and cheerful shouts rising and falling.

Inside the shops, the managers were leisurely sorting out accounts or goods when they were suddenly interrupted by urgent knocks on the door and the excited shouts of the shop assistants.

They all looked up and saw the shop assistants standing at the door, panting, with undisguised excitement on their faces: "Manager, victory! Our army has achieved a great victory!"

This news spread like wildfire throughout the Lodesa Avenue intersection.

People walked out of their shops, hugging and cheering each other, jointly celebrating this hard-won victory. The entire street was immersed in an atmosphere of joy and celebration, as if even the air was filled with a sweet taste.

On the wide square in front of the Imperial Palace, the lingering sound of war drums still echoed in the air, and the cheers of the people were even louder.

Ryan Connor's face was still covered with the dust of battle, but his eyes sparkled with the light of victory.

The surrounding people cast admiring and grateful glances at him. Their cheers were not only because of his triumphant return but also because the victory he brought had invigorated the entire kingdom.

The warhorse moved forward with steady steps, slowly advancing amidst the welcoming crowds. It was only stopped in front of the Imperial Palace by the solemn guards.

Ryan Connor looked up and a familiar figure came into view. It was his superior, Lord Sophita.

Seeing Sophita, Ryan Connor's heart was filled with indescribable joy. He quickly dismounted, stepped forward, and said excitedly: "Lord, a great victory at Devil's Canyon! His Royal Highness the Crown Prince personally led the army and we successfully annihilated the Northwest Knights, and even captured their commander, Cassin Dean."

Sophita's eyes lit up upon hearing this news, and an undisguised look of surprise appeared on his face.

He heavily patted Ryan Connor on the shoulder, his voice filled with incomparable excitement: "Well done, Ryan Connor! You have rendered a great service to the kingdom."

Then, he pointed to the gate of the Imperial Palace and said: "Go in and spread the news of the great victory throughout the entire Imperial Palace, let everyone hear of our victory!" His voice was firm and powerful, as if he had already seen a brighter future for the kingdom.

Encouraged by Sophita, Ryan Connor remounted his warhorse, raised the battle flag in his hand, and shouted all the way: "Great victory at Devil's Canyon! His Royal Highness the Crown Prince is mighty!" His voice echoed in every corner of the Imperial Palace, stirring up waves of enthusiastic cheers.

Inside the main hall of the Holy Emblem Palace, the magnificent decorations shone brightly under the lights. This was the kingdom's most solemn place, usually used for holding grand court assemblies.

The usual solemnity had been replaced by a clamor.

The ministers gathered together, not to celebrate or discuss state affairs, but because of a worrying piece of news: Breyer's army was trapped, and the other three rebel armies, after receiving the news, took the opportunity to slowly advance towards the border.

This news was like a boulder thrown into a calm lake, stirring up layers of waves.

The ministers discussed animatedly, some panicking, some furious, and others worried.

They paced back and forth, waving the documents or feather fans in their hands, arguing endlessly.

They had to re-evaluate the situation and formulate new strategies to cope with this sudden crisis.

A tense and solemn atmosphere permeated the entire main hall, and the ministers' voices of argument rose and fell. Everyone was worried about the future of the country.

Emperor Gustav sat on the throne, his face grim, his eyes piercing as he swept across the ministers below.

In the imperial court, the atmosphere was so tense that it was almost suffocating.

Gustav knew in his heart that the empire was facing an unprecedented crisis.

"It seems that there are rebel spies within the capital," the Emperor's voice was low and powerful, each word revealing an unquestionable majesty.

If it were not for internal spies passing on information, the rebels could not have learned of the entrapment of Breyer's army so quickly. However, finding this hidden enemy was as difficult as ascending to heaven.

Gustav knew that even if Kabrons and the Shadow Guard, the two most elite intelligence agencies in the empire, joined forces, it would be difficult to find conclusive evidence in a short period of time.

After all, this spy was hidden too deeply. To dig him out, unless the entire capital was turned upside down.

Below the court, the ministers discussed animatedly, various voices intertwined, forming a noisy clamor.

Gustav was disturbed by these noises. His brow furrowed, and he finally couldn't help but roar: "Stop arguing! All you do is quarrel and make a racket, what kind of decorum is this!"

The Emperor's roar echoed in the court, and for a moment, all the sounds stopped abruptly.

The ministers lowered their heads, not daring to make any more noise.

The Emperor was on the verge of rage at this moment, and any careless words or actions could offend the imperial dignity.

Gustav took a deep breath, trying to calm his emotions. As the ruler of a country, he could not lose his mind at this time. He had to remain calm and clear-headed.

"Great victory at Devil's Canyon! The Crown Prince annihilated the Northwest Knights and captured the commander of the Northwest Knights, Cassin Dean."

Gustav was stunned for a moment and asked: "I didn't mishear, did I!"

Hornes was the first to react and shouted: "Your Majesty, you didn't mishear, it's a great victory!"