Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The surrounding people witnessed Soren handing the potential breakthrough potion to Pevin Box, a scene filled with warmth and responsibility, and their hearts were all touched. The light in which they looked at Crown Prince Soren also underwent a completely different change without them realizing it.

In the past, in this court and the empire's power field, various forces were intertwined, and people's hearts were complex and unpredictable. When people looked at Soren, perhaps they were more concerned with his status and position, with a bit of awe or scrutiny.

However, at this moment, they saw Soren's attitude towards the Box family.

It should be known that after experiencing such a heavy blow, the Box family had already shown a clear trend of decline. But even so, Soren did not ignore them in the slightest. Instead, he took the initiative to extend a helping hand, giving help and support. This undoubtedly showed his importance and care for the empire's old ministers and veterans.

Those old generals who, in recent years, had more or less criticized Emperor Gustav for various reasons, couldn't help but show gratified smiles on their faces at this moment.

They had fought for the empire in the army for many years and were accustomed to the coldness of human relationships in the change of power. Originally, they had been dissatisfied with some of the royal family's practices, but now Soren's actions were like a ray of warm sunshine, shining into their slightly gray hearts, rekindling their expectations for the royal family, and seeing that in this turbulent situation, the empire still had hope worth continuing to guard and fight for.

Or perhaps, this Crown Prince was worth continuing to guard and fight for.

Soren was also very clear in his heart that stabilizing the morale of these demigod powerhouses was crucial at the moment. After all, they were the pillars of the empire. If they could successfully break through to the Saint Realm, they could become a key force in reversing the battle situation.

So, he began to paint a beautiful blueprint for the future for the demigods, trying to give everyone a "reassurance pill."

Soren's eyes swept across everyone present with a firm gaze, his tone carrying an unquestionable confidence and sincerity. He said loudly, "The remaining candidates will be carefully selected by this Crown Prince. You old seniors can also recommend them first. This Crown Prince can guarantee that as long as the Imperial Capital is not destroyed, everyone present has the possibility of breaking through to the Saint Realm."

His words were sonorous and powerful, as if injecting a shot in the arm to everyone present.

For these demigods, breaking through to the Saint Realm was their dream goal, but the scarcity of Saint Realm slots made them deeply aware of the difficulty. Soren's promise at this moment undoubtedly made them see the dawn of hope, as if the road to the Saint Realm was right in front of them, within reach.

When everyone heard this, they were first stunned, and then excited and expectant expressions appeared on their faces. They began to whisper to each other.

The demigods of the Court Mage Corps whispered to each other, their eyes flashing with excitement, as if they were already imagining the powerful scene after they broke through to the Saint Realm.

The old generals in the army also straightened their backs slightly, their originally slightly tired faces now full of excitement. They clenched their fists, as if they were ready to do their best to protect the Imperial Capital and the entire empire for this hard-won opportunity.

In front of the Saint Emblem Palace, inside that magnificent palace, there was always an atmosphere of solemnity and reverence.

This was once an important place where the empire's ministers and the emperor gathered to discuss state affairs and make decisions on the empire's major and minor affairs.

Every meeting concerned the rise and fall of the empire. The ministers either argued on the basis of reason or offered suggestions, while the emperor sat high on the throne symbolizing supreme power, listening to opinions from all sides, and finally making a final decision, leading the empire forward.

However, times have changed, and the current situation has undergone earth-shattering changes.

Emperor Gustav, who once sat firmly in the court, was lying ill in bed, and the empire was in a crisis of internal and external troubles.

At this moment, this palace ushered in a new owner, replaced by Soren and the empire's demigods to hold meetings and discuss important matters.

In the palace, Beryl and Robert, two Saint Realm powerhouses, stood in conspicuous positions. They stood tall and exuded a powerful aura, a majesty unique to those who had experienced countless battles and years of precipitation.

The remaining demigods included members of the Court Mage Corps, wearing gorgeous robes, holding magic wands, and with faint magical light flickering around them, their eyes revealing wisdom and expectation; there were also old generals in the army, although their hair was gray, they were still strong and wore heavy armor, exuding an iron-blooded aura from the battlefield.

In contrast, those ministers who were originally responsible for handling the empire's political affairs had now retreated to the back.

They knew very well that in this special period, in the face of the severe challenges that were coming, the guarantee of force and the power of the strong were particularly important.

Everyone's eyes were focused on Soren, holding their breath and waiting for him to open the core topic of this crucial meeting.

As everyone expected, the key to this meeting was probably to discuss the management rights of the labyrinths throughout the empire.

After all, in this situation of internal and external troubles, the resources contained in the labyrinths and the forces involved behind them have an undeniable impact on the improvement of the empire's strength and the reversal of the situation.

"There must be many high-level labyrinths in various parts of the empire." Soren took the lead, his voice steady and powerful, echoing in the empty palace, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

As soon as he finished speaking, Shadow, who had been standing silently aside, stepped forward and neatly took out a crystal emitting a mysterious light from his arms and displayed it in front of everyone.

"This is the amethyst circulating in our market, originally called Magic Crystal." Shadow said, gently holding up the Magic Crystal, so that everyone around could see its appearance clearly. The Magic Crystal was a deep purple color, with strands of magical light flowing inside, dreamlike and emitting a mesmerizing mysterious aura.

"In the Upper Plane, it has a very important role. Those Upper Plane powerhouses control the labyrinths everywhere, and their real purpose is to collect these things." Shadow continued to explain, his eyes revealing a trace of seriousness, "And these Magic Crystals begin to be produced when entering the sixth floor of the labyrinth, but the eighth and ninth floors are the main production areas."