Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Alicia stood on the high tower, her face instantly turning ashen. She clenched her fist, her fingernails almost digging into her palm, never expecting Soren to make such a move.

This demonstration, meticulously planned by her, was intended to use the power of the believers to make Soren compromise, but she didn't expect him to reverse the situation with such ease.

The attendants beside her, seeing this, didn't dare to breathe loudly, fearing to anger the Holy Maiden in her current rage.

Archbishop Sopel walked quickly to Soren's side, bowed slightly in greeting, and then, facing the believers, cleared his throat and said, "Esteemed believers, what His Highness the Crown Prince has said is true.

The Imperial Capital Temple, blessed by the Imperial Family, is able to shoulder this important task and will uphold the divine will, properly develop the labyrinths, and allow the glory of God to shine even brighter through these three labyrinths."

His words were steady and powerful, carrying an unquestionable sense of authority, further calming the hearts of the believers.

At this moment, the atmosphere on the square quietly changed. The shouts of the believers gradually subsided, and many people showed thoughtful expressions, beginning to re-examine this conflict.

Some of the more rational believers even whispered, feeling that since the Imperial Capital Temple was in charge, perhaps there was really no need to be so radical.

Seeing this, Soren pressed on while the iron was hot, continuing, "Everyone, the Empire is now facing many challenges, with the important task of balancing various forces internally, and strong enemies externally.

The Imperial Family and the Temple should work together hand in hand, like two wheels of a chariot, two wings of a bird. The development of these three labyrinths concerns the rise and fall of the Empire. Having the Imperial Capital Temple take overall responsibility can both ensure the manifestation of the divine will and gather strength for the Empire to resist foreign enemies and benefit the people."

His words were earnest, his gaze sweeping across the crowd, his eyes revealing sincerity and responsibility.

These words completely moved the hearts of many believers. People in the crowd began to nod in agreement, and the originally firm protest ranks showed signs of loosening.

Several elders exchanged glances, slowly stood up, tapped their canes on the ground, and said, "Since His Highness the Crown Prince and the Archbishop have both said so, it must be for the long-term consideration of the Empire and the Temple. We old folks can't be ignorant of the situation either. We only hope that everything will be as said later on, and may God bless the Empire."

With these elders taking the lead, the other believers followed suit, and the crowd slowly retreated like a tide.

A crisis that seemed imminent was temporarily quelled by Soren's skillful response and Archbishop Sopel's cooperation.

Alicia looked at the dispersing crowd, her heart filled with monstrous hatred. She knew that she had completely lost this round today, but she would never let it go.

She secretly vowed that she must re-plan, get back at them, and make Soren and the Imperial Family pay the price for what they had done today.

Unfortunately, Soren didn't give Alicia a moment to catch her breath or regroup. His gaze was as sharp as a hawk.

Today's small disturbance may be a test from God for us. Let us go to the church together to pray and repent for our mistakes today—"

His voice was clear and loud, like a resounding bell, echoing in the square, carrying a power that directly struck people's hearts, moving those believers who were already devout.

Hearing this, the believers were first stunned, and then many people showed a look of realization on their faces, as if they had found spiritual comfort.

In their simple belief system, Prince Class, as a member of the Imperial Family, respected the gods so much and even suggested that everyone pray together. This was undoubtedly a pious example, dispelling some of their prejudice against the Imperial Family.

Moreover, after this fierce confrontation, their hearts really needed a quiet place to calm their emotions and reflect on themselves under the gaze of the gods.

So, people in the crowd began to respond to Class's call, softly echoing, "What His Highness the Prince said is absolutely right,

We should go to pray and ask for God's forgiveness."

"That's right, may God guide us out of our confusion——

The voices rose and fell, gradually converging into a new wave of sound, but this time, it was no longer an angry shout, but full of piety and self-reflection.

Class pressed on while the iron was hot, turning and walking towards the magnificent cathedral near the palace, his steps steady and firm.

Seeing this, the believers spontaneously followed behind him, forming a long line like a dragon.

The white robes fluttered in the wind, and from a distance, it looked like a flowing river of faith, slowly flowing towards the sacred hall.

Soren stood in place, watching the believers leave in an orderly manner, a faint smile appearing on the corner of his mouth.

Class's move not only further resolved the potential crisis, but also established a more positive image of the Imperial Family in the hearts of the believers.

Through the act of praying together, he cleverly narrowed the distance between the Imperial Family and the believers, making them feel that the Imperial Family also respected the gods and was on the same front as them.

At this moment, Alicia stood on the high tower, trembling with anger.

She watched helplessly as the believers she had worked so hard to incite were so easily "co-opted" by Soren and Class. Her carefully planned counterattack plan had completely failed, and her heart was filled with unwillingness, like a surging tide, engulfing her.

"Soren, Class, don't be too proud!" she muttered through gritted teeth, her eyes flashing with the flames of revenge.

Soren slightly raised his head, his gaze seeming to penetrate the high tower, and his eyes met Alicia's in the air.

This struggle was far from over. In the days to come, Alicia would definitely try her best to make a comeback.

However, Soren would not give Alicia any chance to take advantage. He knew that in this fierce power game, to stand firm, he must have a trump card that could directly strike people's hearts.

And he had a key weapon in his hand that Alicia didn't have, and that was wealth.

When the believers had finished praying devoutly in the church, and their bodies and minds had received a short period of comfort, and were leaving the church gate one after another, Class was already waiting outside with a group of attendants.

He was smiling kindly, directing the attendants to bring forward plates of carefully prepared purple melon cakes.

These purple melon cakes had an alluring color and emitted a sweet aroma, instantly attracting everyone's attention.

Class announced loudly that he would personally give each believer a serving of purple melon cake to show the Imperial Family's concern for everyone.

This seemingly simple act contained Soren's deep consideration behind it.