Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

A complex emotion flickered in Soren's eyes as he looked at Yasso's guilty yet eager expression, and he couldn't help but feel a sense of emotion.

Yasso had always yearned for recognition, especially in this world where strength reigned supreme; his inferior cultivation talent made him feel pressured.

"A fourth-level cultivation talent—" Soren shook his head gently. This level was indeed quite good in an ordinary knight's family, but it seemed insignificant among the royalty.

Soren knew in his heart that Yasso's achievements today were not only due to the elemental tide he accidentally encountered in the maze and the top-grade breathing techniques and abundant resources provided by the royal family at all costs, but even more so to Yasso's own efforts and persistence.

Yasso lowered his head even further, his heart filled with self-doubt and envy towards his older siblings.

He had never imagined that the gap between himself and his elder brother Soren, younger sister Corinna, and Jennifer would be so vast.

Soren handed a bottle of Empowerment Potion to Yasso. The bottle emitted a faint glow, appearing exceptionally precious: "This is an Empowerment Potion; it can improve your cultivation aptitude. Refine it as soon as possible tonight, and come back for testing tomorrow."

Yasso's eyes lit up instantly. He instinctively reached out to take it, but quickly retracted his hand.

His face was filled with hesitation and self-reproach: "Brother, you should keep this precious potion for yourself! It would be a waste on me."

Seeing this, Soren couldn't help but kick Yasso's butt, saying unhappily, "This kind of potion is only useful for people with cultivation talents below the eighth level." His words carried a hint of sternness, but more of care and expectation for Yasso.

This sentence was not only an explanation to Yasso but also to Corinna and Jennifer beside him.

Their talents had both reached the eighth level, so naturally, they didn't need this kind of potion.

Hearing Soren's words, Yasso finally smiled. He carefully took the Empowerment Potion, his heart filled with gratitude and anticipation.

Soren took out three exquisite wooden boxes from his storage ring, each containing ten bottles of Greater Magic Potion, and handed them to Yasso, Corinna, and Jennifer respectively.

"Help me call Morey over." Soren's voice carried an unquestionable majesty, but his gaze revealed a hint of gentleness. He always had a special consideration for this cousin.

In the game, Morey was a mainstay under the tyrant Soren. Regardless of his personal combat power or command ability, he was not among the best, but he was Soren's most capable subordinate, doing many dirty and tiring jobs without complaint.

Morey was the second son of Second Uncle Leizer. Although his talent was not outstanding among the royalty, only at the fifth level, his performance in the army was excellent. He was in charge of a brigade of the Seventh Legion, stationed at the Fertilizer Workshop. The environment there was harsh, but he never complained.

Soon, Morey hurried over, his eyes filled with awe and curiosity.

Soren handed a bottle of Empowerment Potion to him, his tone calm yet full of strength: "This is an Empowerment Potion; it can improve your cultivation aptitude. Go back and refine it as soon as possible, and come back for testing tomorrow."

Morey took the potion, a warm current surging in his heart. He knew what such an opportunity meant for a cultivator with a fifth-level talent.

He nodded gratefully and hurried away, preparing to refine the potion according to Soren's instructions.

Next were Eaton and Edmund. As expected of two of the Seven Heroes, the result was not unexpected; neither of them needed it.

Their talents had both reached the eighth level, only one step away from the ninth level. Such talent was also quite rare.

However, Soren did not give the two Greater Magic Potions but instead let them cultivate in a regular manner.

Things like Greater Magic Potions should not be known to too many people for the time being, and relying on him alone to refine them, the output was limited.

The Northern Wilderness, a desolate land covered in ice and snow, where survival itself was a challenge.

He had never imagined that the orc army would suffer such a crushing defeat under Soren's command, not only failing to achieve the expected victory but almost being annihilated.

Gul'dan Hellscream's anger can be imagined; he blamed all the failures and losses on Guta.

Now, Guta's name has become a regular on the wanted list in the Northern Wilderness. His portrait is hung in every corner, and the reward amount is so high that it is tempting.

He is the youngest son of Prince Cullen. He used to be respected by tens of thousands of people in the northwest. Even the Gul'dan tribe had to be polite to him. Now he has become a stray dog.

He no longer has guards around him; those loyal soldiers and followers have either died or fled in the war.

Guta is now truly alone.

In the depths of the cave, Guta's thoughts drifted away. He began to reflect on his past and think about his future.

The appearance of the black shadow made Guta's heartbeat accelerate instantly. His hand unconsciously reached for the short sword at his waist, but when he saw the blood tear mask on the other's head, his tense mood eased slightly.

This mask is the symbol of the Blood Tears Organization. If it weren't for this organization's help, Prince Cullen's strength would not have developed so quickly.

"What? I don't even have the last bit of value left, so you're planning to cut the weeds and eliminate the roots." Guta's tone was sarcastic and mocking. He had nothing left, and he didn't seem to have much fear of death.

The black shadow man was Blood Tears Number Five, the necromancer. He did not answer immediately. His figure almost merged with the darkness in the dim cave, only his eyes flickering with a cold light in the crevices of the mask. The silence lasted for a long time, until Guta almost thought he would not speak.

"Number Four is gone. Are you willing to inherit Number Four's position?" Blood Tears Number Five's voice was like a cold blade, without any emotion.

Guta was silent for a while, his eyes flashing with complex emotions, madness, hatred, and unwillingness intertwined.

He used to be the youngest son of Prince Cullen, but now he has become a stray dog hunted by others.

His heart was filled with resentment towards those who had driven him into a desperate situation, especially Soren, who defeated his father.

All of this was because of Soren. If it weren't for him proposing the garrison plan, Prince Cullen would not have been forced to launch an early uprising.