Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Soren, upon hearing this, didn't get angry; instead, he laughed. He shook his head and said, "Brother, you are truly pathetic. Do you think the throne is so easily obtained? Do you think Father truly values you, the eldest prince? He's merely using you to stabilize the situation, to avoid losing face for the royal family."

Nicholas was stung by Soren's words. He had indeed always relied on his status and position, holding onto the idea of seizing the throne. He had never considered his father's true thoughts and plans.

"You… you're talking nonsense!" Nicholas's voice trembled slightly. "Father has always valued me highly; he has praised my talent and abilities many times."

Soren smiled dismissively and said, "Praise? That's just lip service from Father to appease you. Do you really think your foolish actions have escaped Father's eyes? He has long been aware of everything you've done."

Nicholas was utterly defeated by Soren's words, and he felt a deep sense of despair. He had never imagined that his image in his father's eyes was so不堪. He stood there, stunned, unable to recover for a long time.

Soren watched Nicholas's distraught appearance, and a sense of triumphant joy surged in his heart. He turned and left, leaving Nicholas alone to ponder in the night.

This intense verbal conflict made Nicholas fully realize his situation. He began to reflect on his actions, thinking about how to regain his father's trust and support.

With his intelligence, he really couldn't think of any good ideas, so he could only go back and ask his mother for help.

In the deep corridors of the palace, Soren walked alone, surrounded by the quiet night and heavy stone walls.

Suddenly, his ears seemed to be broken by a strange sound, the gasps and moans of a woman, intertwined with an unspeakable lust.

"What is that sound?" Soren thought with surprise, his intuition telling him that this was no ordinary sound.

The Infinity Blade trembled slightly in his hand, emitting a strange luster, as if telling some secret.

"This is another ability of the 'Sin of Lust'," the Infinity Blade's voice sounded in Soren's mind, with a hint of jest: "Whenever the night is quiet, it can peek into private affairs within a few miles."

Soren's mind moved slightly, and the Infinity Blade then guided him to a remote palace.

In the deep palace at night, it was quiet here, with no guards patrolling, only faint lights casting mottled shadows through the windows.

He came to a window, and curiosity drove him to peek inside. He saw a head maid alone in the room, her face filled with shyness and desire, gently stroking her body, as if seeking a kind of unspeakable comfort.

Soren's heart beat involuntarily faster, and he suddenly withdrew his gaze and turned to leave. However, the Infinity Blade whispered in his ear: "Haha, are you moved? Don't suppress your emotions, take action, with your status you can easily get it."

Soren hesitated, but he finally shook his head firmly, took a deep breath, and calmed his inner fluctuations. He couldn't be swayed by these temptations; he had more important things to do.

So, he quietly left that remote palace and returned to his palace.

Late at night, he lay in bed, lost in thought. The temptation of the Infinity Blade still echoed in his ears, but he had made his decision.

He must never be tempted by the sin of lust; once he took that step, he would be doomed.

A flame seemed to be burning in his heart, and Soren felt an indescribable heat. He tried to close his eyes, wanting to find a trace of peace in the dark night.

It's just that the hot and stunning scene he saw in the side palace was like an unquenchable flame, jumping and burning in his mind, making him restless and unable to sleep.

In this torment, Soren finally decided to get up, and his footsteps involuntarily walked towards the mysterious underground labyrinth deep in the palace.

That maze is called the Holy Ruins Labyrinth, like an ancient legend, it has existed quietly since the palace was built, witnessing the experience and growth of countless princes and princesses.

The moonlight was like water, reflecting on the ancient buildings, casting mottled shadows. Suddenly, the silence of the manor was broken, and a dozen men in black sneaked into the manor like ghosts, their movements light and rapid, obviously well-trained.

At this moment, Butler Munst was immersed in meditation, his mind integrated with the surrounding nature, feeling every subtle movement of the manor.

Suddenly, he opened his eyes sharply, a sharp light flashing in his eyes. The corners of his mouth curled into a meaningful smile, and he slowly got up, as if he had expected this moment to come.

"These stinky rats, they really came!" Butler Munst whispered to himself, his tone revealing a sense of composure and calmness. He knew the intentions of these men in black and had already prepared for it.

The manor's security system had already been activated, and the secretly arranged magic traps and alarms had also been quietly activated, waiting for these men in black to step into the trap.

Butler Munst stood quietly in the dark, his eyes like torches, hoping that the opponent who came would not be too weak.

The men in black searched the Wenk Royal Manor nimbly and cautiously like shadows of the night.

After a few minutes, the leader's sharp eyes scanned around, and a sense of unease gradually rose in his heart.

The manor was eerily quiet, as if even the air had solidified, and their every move seemed to be under some unknown surveillance.

Suddenly, he realized that something was wrong, and alarm bells rang in his heart. Just as he was about to order a retreat, he heard an urgent report from his companion: "Leader, on the warehouse area of the manor, four warehouses are still lit, and they look like workshops for making refined salt!"

The news was like a spring breeze, dispelling the haze in the leader's heart.

The purpose of their trip was to find this legendary refined salt workshop. However, he did not relax his vigilance because of this, but became more cautious.

He suspected that the light might be a bait or a trap.

"Stay vigilant, we are approaching slowly," the leader ordered in a low voice, his voice revealing an unquestionable majesty.

The men in black approached the warehouse area silently like ghosts, their eyes fixed on the bright lights coming out of the windows of the four warehouses.

At this moment, the manor seemed to have become a huge chessboard, and the men in black were the pieces on the chessboard, their every step was careful, for fear of touching the hidden mechanisms in the manor.

"All rats are in position!"