Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

The moonlight was like silk, and Soron quietly stepped into Jessica's training room.

Jessica looked at the young man before her, a complex emotion welling up in her heart, a mixture of helplessness and anticipation.

Today's Soron possessed an extraordinary aura, as if he had been reborn.

Jessica examined him closely and was shocked to discover that he had already entered the ranks of a fourth-tier advanced knight. Recalling that just a week ago, Soron was still a magic apprentice who knew nothing about the path of the knight, it was truly terrifying that he had now become a mid-level knight.

"Teacher, tonight, I desire to learn practical swordsmanship from you in preparation for the royal martial arts competition in three months," Soron said, his eyes firm, his tone revealing earnestness and determination.

Jessica's heart trembled, and she couldn't help but wonder how Soron had made such astonishing progress in such a short period.

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It was simply a miracle!

"Your Highness, how exactly did your cultivation reach such a state in such a short time?" she finally couldn't help but ask the question in her heart.

Soron smiled slightly, revealing mysteriously, "Not long ago, I explored deep into the underground labyrinth and had the good fortune to encounter a minor elemental tide."

Jessica understood after hearing this, a hint of envy flashing in her eyes. Even in the underground labyrinth, minor elemental tides were rare occurrences. Immediately, she composed herself and began to earnestly teach Soron swordsmanship.

Just then, the Endless Blade suddenly spoke, breaking the silence: "This woman's heart is restless."

Soron was stunned, but on the surface, he still maintained a focused practice of simulated swordsmanship. He secretly asked in his heart, "What do you mean by that?"

The Endless Blade slowly explained: "Deep down, this woman desires a closer relationship with you, but she is also trying her best to maintain that restraint and distance."

Soron was filled with confusion after hearing this, and he asked without thinking, "How do you know these things? You're just a sword, do you even understand these emotions?"

"Heh heh!" The Endless Blade let out a lecherous uncle-like laugh, "Ever since you awakened the Sin of Lust, I've been able to sense these things, or rather, sense those around you who have desire for you, regardless of gender, of course, only that kind of desire can be sensed."

Soron was shocked, and at the same time, he skillfully approached Jessica. Several subtle movements resulted in intimate contact with Jessica, and she showed no resistance or dissatisfaction.

"That's right, that's the feeling!" The Endless Blade exclaimed excitedly, "That woman's heart is racing, she's secretly delighted, continue deeper..."

Jessica, on the surface, maintained the demeanor of a strict teacher. She said seriously, "Your cultivation is progressing too quickly, but now is not the right time to learn swordsmanship. I suggest you increase your sword practice by two hours each day to allow your body to gradually adapt to your current cultivation."

Immediately after, Soron turned around, facing Jessica face to face, their eyes met, and they fell into a brief silence.

"Kiss her! Kiss her now!" The Endless Blade shouted frantically in Soron's heart, its voice full of anticipation and excitement.

When Soron tried to get closer, Jessica nimbly dodged away, while calmly pointing out flaws in Soron's swordsmanship.

"This woman is clearly doing it on purpose," the Endless Blade teasingly reminded him, "She's dangling you, making you unable to figure her out, yet unable to stop."

Soron was secretly amazed, and could only use "WTF" to express his complex emotions at the moment.

This Endless Blade was truly amazing, it was simply a winning weapon in the game of love.

Soron began to concentrate on practicing swordsmanship, but whenever there was a chance, he would unconsciously approach Jessica, and the contradictory psychology of wanting to keep a distance and wanting to be close was revealed on his face.

"It seems that the woman is quite satisfied with your attitude. Don't be impatient, cooperate with her gradually," the Endless Blade reminded him again.

Soron couldn't help but feel a thousand emotions. If he had the help of the Endless Blade in his previous life, he might have already escaped that single life of more than thirty years.

Good times always pass quickly. Jessica glanced at the night sky and reluctantly interrupted Soron's practice.

"Your Highness, let's end today's practice here. Remember to take the potion when you get back and practice this breathing technique more," she said, her voice revealing concern and anticipation for Soron.

Soron reluctantly put away his longsword, his gaze locked on the beauty in the night. He hesitated, as if he had something difficult to say, and finally mustered the courage to reach out and gently hold Jessica's right hand.

To his surprise, Jessica did not break free, but instead gently stroked his cheek with her left hand and said in a soft voice, "Let's practice here today, next time I'll teach you something else."

Especially the phrase 'next time I'll teach you something else' was deliberately emphasized, making Soron's imagination run wild.

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When Soron's simple and unadorned horse-drawn cart once again entered the Black Cross District, the atmosphere of the entire district seemed to freeze instantly.

The originally noisy streets became silent, and even the most mischievous children turned pale when they saw the horse-drawn cart, and were tightly held by their parents, for fear of being drawn into unknown dangers.

Finally, he spoke slowly, his voice cold and firm: "Very good, you have made a wise choice. From today onwards, you are my servants. Remember, the consequences of betraying me will be unimaginable."

As his words fell, the entire security station seemed to be shrouded in an invisible chill, falling into dead silence.

The two gang leaders prostrated themselves on the ground, not daring to move slightly, their hearts filled with endless regret and fear.

Soron, like a supreme monarch, sat there quietly, his fingers gently tapping on the table, making a dull and rhythmic sound, as if tapping on the fear in their hearts.