Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Soren frowned slightly, holding the seemingly ordinary knight's sword in his hand, seemingly dissatisfied with the Endless Blade's question. He took a deep breath and said slowly, "I naturally understand the balance between physique and cultivation. But I chose this sword not because I'm afraid, but because it's more suitable for my current state of cultivation."

"Oh? State of cultivation?" The Endless Blade seemed quite interested in Soren's answer, with a hint of playfulness in its voice, "Then tell me, how does this sword suit your state of cultivation?"

A trace of determination flashed in Soren's eyes as he explained, "Although this knight's sword is not as sharp as you, its weight and texture are better for training my swordsmanship foundation. What I need is not just powerful strength, but also precise control of the sword. Only in this way can I be more comfortable in future battles."

The Endless Blade fell into a brief silence, seemingly pondering Soren's words carefully. After a while, it finally spoke, with a hint of approval in its voice, "Your insights are not without merit. Physique and cultivation must complement each other and improve together in order to touch the supreme realm beyond the Holy Rank."

A sharp glint flashed in Soren's eyes as he heard this secret that did not belong to the game world again, and a strong desire for knowledge surged in his heart.

"What kind of existence is it to transcend the limits of the Holy Rank?" he asked eagerly.

The Endless Blade smiled faintly and said slowly, "The first cornerstone of transcending the limits of the Holy Rank is for both physique and cultivation to reach the peak of the Holy Rank. Only then will you be qualified to set foot in that higher level of realm."

Soren's heart stirred as he asked, "Besides that, are there any other requirements?"

However, the Endless Blade only chuckled and did not give a clear answer. Soren knew that it would be futile to continue asking, so he turned to inquire about the mysteries of physique.

"Then, are there any Body Cultivation techniques?" he asked eagerly.

The Endless Blade let out a strange laugh and nodded, saying, "Heh heh... Of course there are. The Body Cultivation techniques I possess are definitely beyond your imagination. You don't have to be too obsessed with those techniques. Gluttony Breathing Technique is a set of breathing techniques specifically designed to temper the physique, enough to allow you to reach the limit on the path of Body Cultivation. But if you want to truly reach the peak, you need to fight alongside me and hone yourself in endless slaughter, heh heh..."

The Endless Blade's laughter carried a hint of eeriness, and every word was full of temptation.

Soren understood in his heart that what the Endless Blade said was true, and he had to choose carefully to avoid falling into eternal doom.

Soren took a deep breath, his eyes flashing with a firm light. He listened to the Endless Blade's advice and decided to pick up the Endless Blade again and walk towards those monsters.

He didn't go on a killing spree like before, but chose a more cautious approach. He held the Endless Blade and only killed a few monsters before quickly retreating, without continuing to go deeper.

The Endless Blade seemed somewhat dissatisfied with his actions, with a hint of disappointment in its voice, "Why don't you kill some more? It would be more helpful to your physique improvement."

Soren replied indifferently, "I know the importance of physique improvement, but I also know my limits. Going on a killing spree won't really make me stronger, but it might put me in danger. What I need is to be steady and improve my strength step by step."

The Endless Blade was silent for a while, seemingly surprised by Soren's answer. It said slowly, "Your choice may be reasonable, but you must understand that true powerhouses are born from constantly challenging themselves. Only by constantly breaking through your limits can you become stronger."

Soren nodded slightly, silent, and a strange feeling that was hard to describe welled up in his heart. The Endless Blade, this contradictory existence, on the one hand, seemed to be worried that he would be controlled by lust and gluttony, and on the other hand, eagerly desired him to become stronger. It sometimes tempted him to release the potential of these two forces, and sometimes constantly reminded him to stay awake.

What a complex and contradictory fellow.

As Soren prepared to return, the hour hand pointed to the early morning hour.

At this moment, countless princes and princesses with cultivation dreams teamed up to enter the mysterious Holy Ruins Maze, eager to temper themselves in this land full of unknowns and challenges.

They did not have prominent maternal backgrounds, and their mothers might not be able to join the ranks of concubines for their entire lives. This did not extinguish the enthusiasm and desire in their hearts. They knew that only by improving their strength could they attract Gustav's attention and have the opportunity to be canonized as princes and join the ranks of the royal bloodline.

Within the royal family, although princes and royal princes are both of royal blood, their status is vastly different.

The fiefdom of a royal prince starts with a barony, and if it is a favored royal prince, it is even possible to obtain the honor of a duchy. In comparison, the treatment of princes is very different.

From the long river of history, the fiefdom of a prince has never exceeded a viscountcy, and some marginal princes may only be able to obtain a knight's fiefdom.

"Hey, isn't that Seventh Royal Brother, who has recently risen to fame?"

Suddenly, a prince's voice rang out in the crowd, pointing in Soren's direction and saying in a low voice.

The other princes and princesses also recognized Soren's figure, but no one dared to step forward to greet him.

Only because Soren at this time was covered in blood, like a slaughtering demon who had just returned from hell, making people feel fearful and not dare to approach easily.

Soren saw the crowd and greeted with a smile, "Good morning!"

A group of princes and princesses quickly saluted, "Good morning, Seventh Royal Brother!"

"The monsters in the maze are a bit violent today, you have to be careful," Soren reminded with a smile.

A group of princes and princesses thanked him repeatedly, not daring to breathe loudly, because Soren's appearance was too intimidating.