Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Hank frowned and muttered to himself, "So, what we always thought was the pinnacle is just this in the Upper Realm. It makes me deeply aware of my insignificance."

McCarthy also fell into contemplation, slowly saying, "This gives me a new understanding of the path of cultivation. We cannot be satisfied with the status quo; we must constantly strive to explore higher realms."

Robert, with a firm gaze, looked at Soren and said, "Your Highness, your words have shown us a new direction. We should strive for higher goals."

Shadow stood aside, silent, but his eyes flickered with thoughtful light.

Hank couldn't help but ask, "Your Highness, does my grandson still have a chance to break through to the Saint Realm?" His eyes were filled with anxiety and anticipation.

Soren pondered for a moment, then said, "Duke, since your grandson has already reached the peak of the Eighth Order, it means he has great talent and potential. The chances of breaking through to the Saint Realm are very high, but I want to talk to you about the drawbacks of this breakthrough."

Hank felt somewhat relieved after hearing Soren's words.

Soren's words echoed in the air, and the expressions of everyone became even more solemn.

‘This involves two kinds of potions, namely the Potential Breakthrough Potion and the Limit Breakthrough Potion. The former is the potion used by Prime Minister Robert, which needs to be matched with a large amount of Tranquility Potion and the assistance of a mage group. The probability of breakthrough is hard to say,

After all, I just started experimenting, as you all saw.’ Soren's tone carried a hint of caution.

Everyone's eyes turned to Robert, silently contemplating the uncertainty of this potion.

"The Limit Potion is the kind Shadow took. That kind of potion doesn't need any assistance; you just take it. The mortality rate is as high as 70 percent, or even more, and it also consumes a lot of the user's life force. It's mainly taken in critical moments to save life by breaking through to the Saint Realm. The danger factor is extremely high," Soren continued to explain, and shock appeared in everyone's eyes.

They imagined the life-and-death ordeal Shadow had experienced, marveling at his luck while also being chilled by the terrible consequences of this potion.

"I estimate that it will be hard to see another lucky person like Shadow in this lifetime. What's more, the life force consumed is enormous. If Prime Minister Robert were to take it, even if he broke through, he probably wouldn't live for more than a few years. There might even be a possibility of breaking through today and dying tomorrow."

Soren's words were like a heavy bell, striking everyone's heart.

Hank couldn't help but say, "Your Highness, these two potions are too dangerous; we must use them with caution."

McCarthy also nodded in agreement, "That's right; we cannot pursue power regardless of the consequences."

Robert said with emotion, "I am fortunate to have received the help of the Potential Breakthrough Potion, but I am also well aware of the risks involved. We should explore better breakthrough methods while ensuring safety."

After a moment of silence, Shadow said, "My experience is a special case. The Limit Breakthrough Potion should indeed not be tried lightly. We need a more stable way to improve our strength."

In a certain house in the slums of Fulja City, Old Sam dragged his tired body home.

His figure looked particularly lonely in the dim light, as if he was carrying heavy life pressure.

But as soon as he entered the house, the originally old and tired look disappeared instantly, replaced by a face full of horror and solemnity.

He had been lurking in Fulja City for ten years and had seen countless ups and downs, but what happened today was something he would never forget in his life.

Someone in Fulja City had broken through to the Saint Realm, which meant that the power structure of the entire region might undergo significant changes.

"I must send the news out as soon as possible. I believe the Orcs will be very willing to buy this information," Old Sam thought to himself.

He knew the value of this information. For the Orcs, understanding the changes in Fulja City's strength was crucial. Old Sam was an intelligence agent for the Bloodtear Organization. Recently, most of the Bloodtear Organization's secret bases had been destroyed, so even if they had intelligence, they wouldn't dare to send it out easily.

They were like ghosts walking in the dark, constantly alert to the danger of being discovered.

However, before that, the organization's Number Four had given him an order regarding important information about the Northwest.

A copy could be sent to the Orcs; they had a special way to contact them.

Old Sam frowned, thinking about how to safely transmit the information.

He carefully checked every corner of the room, making sure he wasn't being watched. Then, he took out a special communication tool from a hidden place, preparing to contact the Orcs.

His fingers trembled slightly, his heart filled with tension and unease.

In this seemingly peaceful Fulja City, an invisible storm was quietly brewing.

Old Sam's actions would bring more variables and challenges to this land.

That special communication tool was a huge millstone,

The surface of the millstone was polished brightly by the years, exuding an ancient and mysterious aura.

Old Sam stood nervously in front of the millstone, his heart pounding violently. The rapid rhythm was like a war drum on the battlefield, making his breathing quicken.

His hands trembled slightly uncontrollably, slowly and rhythmically rubbing the millstone.

Each touch seemed to carry endless pressure. Fine beads of sweat gradually oozed from his forehead, flashing with faint light in the dim light.

As he moved, the millstone began to emit a faint light. The light was initially very weak, like the flickering of a firefly, but gradually it became brighter, as if responding to his call.

Old Sam stared nervously at the millstone, his eyes filled with unease and anticipation.

"What is it?" A hoarse voice came from the other side of the millstone, carrying a suppressed sense of dullness that made people shudder.

Old Sam swallowed and tried to calm himself down, but his voice still trembled uncontrollably: "There is important information. Someone in Fulja City has broken through to the Saint Realm."

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His eyes were fixed on the millstone, as if waiting for the judgment of fate.

Various possible consequences kept appearing in his mind. What if the other party didn't believe his information?

What if his identity was exposed?

He nervously guessed the other party's reaction, wondering what kind of shock this news would bring to the Orcs.

Time seemed to freeze at this moment, and every second seemed so long. Finally, the hoarse voice sounded again, filled with suspicion: "Are you sure? Is this news reliable? How could someone in Fulja City suddenly break through to the Saint Realm? Don't lie to report military information in order to get rewards."