Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

"This is a good opportunity to test how comfortable the throne really is!" Rebar said through gritted teeth in a low voice. Although his voice wasn't loud, it was like a thunderclap in the silent hall.

He had always harbored secret ambitions for the throne, but due to the checks and balances of various forces, he could only keep this ambition buried deep in his heart.

Now, the pressure of the situation forced him to make a desperate gamble. He felt that this might be an opportunity, a chance to break the existing structure and ascend to the pinnacle of power.

He began to quickly calculate. To seize the throne, he first had to get rid of the two Saint-tier experts, Hank and Robert. They were the emperor's strongest support and his biggest obstacle. He also needed to find a way to prevent those ministers in the court who were loyal to the royal family from interfering with his plans.

As long as he could capture Empress Maria, and with the help of the potion and auxiliary materials given by that 'Lord', he would have a chance to break through to the mid-stage of the Saint-tier.

If that were the case, even if Robert and Hank joined forces, he would be confident in killing them.

Rebar had been preparing for this operation for a long time. He carefully selected a group of death warriors.

These people had emerged from countless cruel battles. They had a blind loyalty to Rebar, like a pack of evil dogs tamed by a demon, only obeying their master's orders.

Each of them was ruthless and merciless, their hands stained with countless blood, and their eyes flickered with numbness to killing and absolute obedience to orders.

Rebar summoned them to the secret room and meticulously deployed the plan. His voice was low and cold, and every word was like a death sentence.

According to Rebar's instructions, the death warriors disguised themselves as palace servants and skillfully integrated into the daily operations of the palace.

They wore clothing that was indistinguishable from that of real servants, imitating the servants' demeanor and movements, making every move seem so natural.

Some death warriors were responsible for cleaning the courtyard, some for delivering items, and others were busy in the kitchen, stables, and other places. They quietly lurked around Empress Maria's palace, like a group of silent ghosts.

Without arousing anyone's suspicion.

On a day that seemed ordinary beyond ordinary, the sun rose as usual, and the palace was still a busy and orderly scene.

However, beneath this calm facade, a sinister conspiracy was quietly unfolding.

The death warriors responsible for tampering with the beams of the palace took advantage of the night to climb onto the beams like agile monkeys.

They carefully loosened some key supporting structures, each movement as light as a feather, yet extremely deadly.

These specially trained death warriors knew that by slightly altering the stress on the beams, they could trigger a seemingly accidental collapse at the right time.

At the same time, another group of death warriors mixed various small objects that could cause chaos into the empress's daily necessities.

They sneaked into the palace, moving like ghosts in every corner.

One of the death warriors came to the incense burner, holding a small packet of special spices in his hand. This spice was carefully prepared, and once ignited, it would emit a colorless and odorless smoke that could cause dizziness.

He skillfully mixed the spices into the ashes in the incense burner, doing it seamlessly, as if it were originally a part of the incense burner.

Some death warriors also made some subtle moves on the empress's dressing table, around the bed, and other places.

Placing some small mechanisms that could cause harm in the chaos.

After completing their respective tasks, the death warriors returned to their posts as if nothing had happened, continuing to play the role of palace servants.

They patiently waited for the best opportunity to arrive, their eyes constantly watching the movements of Empress Maria's palace.

The entire palace was still as calm as ever, as if everything was proceeding in an orderly manner, but in reality, a huge storm was quietly brewing beneath this calm.

Empress Maria ended her day's activities and returned to her palace to rest as usual.

Under the gentle service of the maids, Empress Maria completely relaxed her body and mind, unaware of the imminent danger that was following her like a shadow.

As usual, she changed into her soft and comfortable nightgown. The nightgown was made of the finest silk.

Lightly and smoothly touching her skin.

Then, she slowly moved to the dressing table, sat down, picked up the jewel-encrusted comb, and began to comb her waterfall-like long hair.

Every combing seemed so elegant and calm, and the mirror reflected her beautiful and peaceful face.

Around the palace, the death warriors carefully selected by Rebar were like a pack of wolves lurking in the dark, staring intently at their prey.

They clung tightly to the walls, ceilings, or hid in the shadows of the furniture, their bodies motionless, and even their breathing was deliberately lightened to the extreme.

Eileen, the head maid of Empress Maria, was also unaware of the strange atmosphere around her.

These days, the crown prince was often invited by other nobles of the imperial capital to attend banquets, and was so busy that he could not break away.

He simply couldn't find time to accompany Empress Maria.

Without the crown prince's company, the empress's nights became particularly quiet, and there was much less fun.

Therefore, she had been preparing to rest early these days, and the lack of the usual liveliness also made the palace less vigilant.

Time passed slowly in this seemingly peaceful atmosphere, every minute and every second was like the calm before the storm.

Finally, Empress Maria finished her dressing, got up and walked to the bed.

She lay down on the bed, pulled the quilt over her body, and gently closed her eyes.

The surrounding maids saw this and tiptoed back.

When the figure of the last maid disappeared at the palace gate and gently closed the door, the death warriors knew that the long-awaited moment of action had finally arrived.