Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

If Father were to know all this, I wonder how he would react. Soren's heart was like an overturned bottle of mixed flavors, with various feelings surging into his mind. There was agreement with the idea of cleaning up the harem to stabilize the situation, but also shame at the exposure of his relationship with the two royal consorts.

However, he couldn't afford to think too much about it at this moment. He took a deep breath, trying to calm himself down, and lowered his head, replying, "Yes!"

Emerging from the Saint Emblem Palace, whose gates exuded solemnity and gravity, Soren's mood was still immersed in the conversation he had just had with his father and the worries about the harem. His brow was slightly furrowed as he constantly pondered the many things he needed to do to deal with the empire's turmoil.

Just then, Shadow silently approached Soren like a ghost. His movements were light and agile, as if he had merged with the surrounding air.

Beside Shadow were five people cloaked in black robes. The black cloaks completely concealed their figures, and only faint outlines of their silhouettes could be seen, giving off an aura of mystery that made people wonder about their identities.

"Your Highness, these three are the other three Shadows of the Shadow Guard, and these two are the Water Shadow and Fire Shadow from Cabrones!" Shadow bowed slightly, respectfully introducing them to Soren.

Hearing Shadow's introduction, Soren was first stunned, then the corners of his mouth twitched slightly. He felt that these titles were so familiar, and subconsciously asked, "These three wouldn't be Earth Shadow, Wind Shadow, and Lightning Shadow, would they?"

He was only joking, teasing the peculiar naming scheme, as it sounded too similar to the titles he had heard in some stories.

Upon hearing this, Shadow looked surprised, staring at Soren with wide eyes, and asked with a puzzled expression, "Your Highness, how did you know?" His expression suggested that Soren had said something incredible.

Hearing Shadow's response, Soren stumbled, almost falling to the ground, and muttered to himself, 'What a coincidence, they really are similar titles.' He steadied himself, shook his head helplessly, and sighed, "So it really is the Five Shadows!"

"Your Highness, His Majesty has entrusted both major organizations to your care," Shadow continued, his eyes showing a hint of excitement and anticipation. After all, these two organizations were extremely important hidden forces of the empire, and now that they were in Soren's hands, it meant that Soren would have even greater assistance to deal with the current crisis.

Hearing this, Soren took a deep breath, his expression becoming serious. He scanned the Five Shadows one by one, and said in a calm and firm tone, "Compile a list of mission details and all the quasi-Saint-level experts within the organizations for me."

He knew very well that the empire's situation was critical, and every bit of strength had to be used wisely. If these quasi-Saint-level experts could seize the opportunity to break through, they would become a key force in turning the tide of the battle.

Hearing Soren's words, the Five Shadows immediately responded in unison, "Yes, Your Highness."

Their voices were uniform, and even Shadow could clearly hear the joy in their voices.

For them, being valued by Soren and having the opportunity to serve the empire and show their skills at this critical moment was something they couldn't ask for more. Each of them was filled with fighting spirit.

Soren frowned slightly, his gaze becoming sharp, and said solemnly, "Each person only has one chance. If you can't seize it, don't blame me for being ruthless."

He wasn't just threatening them. The empire was facing internal and external troubles, and there was no room for error. Every resource and every opportunity was extremely precious. If anyone missed an opportunity due to their own negligence, he would not tolerate it.

Earth Shadow was the first to step forward. His figure appeared tall and sturdy under the cloak. Although his face was not visible,

his resolute aura was overwhelming. He said in a passionate tone, "Your Highness, we will definitely live up to your expectations and strive to successfully break through to the Saint-level, working hard to restore the empire."

His words were full of determination and pride, as if he had already seen the beautiful scene of his successful breakthrough, leading everyone to repel the enemy and restore peace to the empire.

Hearing this, Soren showed a satisfied expression on his face, nodding slightly in approval.

Now that they had been gathered by Soren, they would inevitably get a share of the pie in the future competition for Saint-level breakthroughs. The number of Saint-level breakthrough slots was already scarce, as precious as rare treasures. How could she not worry about the addition of these powerful competitors?

In this turbulent imperial situation, every Saint-level expert could become a key pawn in the game of power and war. She had originally hoped to use the power of the Court Mage Corps to gain more advantages in this game, but now it seemed that variables had suddenly increased, and the future had become unpredictable.

On Alonso's side, he was just about to introduce the semi-mages behind him to show Soren their strength and potential, in order to show his support for Soren and the important role that the Court Mage Corps could play in responding to the crisis.

However, just as his lips parted and he was about to speak, Robert and Brayer led a large group of people over in a mighty manner.

The group of people were all wearing heavy armor, and the years had left obvious marks on them. Their hair was already gray, but their eyes were still as sharp as eagles, and their bodies were as straight as pine trees. Each of them exuded a unique aura.

It was a unique aura that had been tempered by countless battles and the passage of time. This aura indicated that each of them had reached the strength of a quasi-Saint-level knight.

The appearance of this group of old knights made the already complex and delicate situation even more intricate.

Their arrival undoubtedly added an insignificant force to Soren, and made everyone present start their own calculations.

These old knights with gray hair had dedicated their lives to the empire, experiencing wind and rain and forging ahead in countless battles and guards.

However, time was ruthless. Although they were experienced and powerful, as they aged, if they could not break through to the Saint-level, their physical functions would gradually decline, and their combat power would be greatly reduced.

At this critical moment when the empire was facing life and death, the Saint-level quota was like a dawn in the darkness, becoming their last hope.