Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

It was a woman cloaked in black, her figure vaguely discernible beneath the ample fabric, yet still unable to conceal her alluring curves.

Her steps were light and graceful, as if she were one with the surrounding darkness.

Sauron's gaze was drawn to her, not only by her figure, but more so by the black box she carried.

The surface of the box was covered with strange runes, shimmering with a faint and mysterious light in the setting sun.

These runes gave Sauron a sense of inexplicable familiarity, as if fragments related to them existed deep within his memory.

He frowned, trying to search for relevant clues in his mind.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration struck Sauron's mind, and he abruptly remembered that the rune was none other than the exclusive symbol of the only Saint-level powerhouse in the Northwest!

This discovery caused his heart to beat faster, and a surge of excitement and tension welled up within him.

Sauron was well aware of the Saint-level powerhouse's reputation and immense strength, and the appearance of his exclusive rune on this woman's box must hold extraordinary significance.

He remembered that in the game, after the death of the Sword Saint's only relative, he never interfered in worldly affairs again until a Saint-level powerhouse from the Island Nation slaughtered his village, ultimately leading to his demise at the Sword Saint's hand.

The current Sauron, in the Empire, was equivalent to the King of the Northwest. Any woman he took a liking to, she would find ways to get her into Sauron's bed.

Sauron cautiously maintained his distance, lest she discover him.

The woman seemed unaware of Sauron's pursuit, and continued towards the depths of the pier, eventually stopping in front of an ancient building.

It was a lighthouse, emanating an air of mystery, surrounded by a faint mist as night fell.

The woman gently pushed open the slightly dilapidated door and stepped inside.

Sauron hid in the shadows, closely watching her every move.

The moment the door slowly closed, Sauron decisively turned around and returned to the Lord's Manor of Torus Harbor.

His pace was hurried, his mind racing with thoughts. He suspected that the lighthouse was the Saint-level powerhouse's hideout, simply because the surrounding mist was too strange.

Before confirming his target, he did not want to take any risks lightly.

The Torus region belonged to the territory of a viscount, who had long grown weary of everything about the fiefdom.

This was because, apart from the endless ocean, there were vast stretches of saline-alkali land, a white expanse devoid of life, making it impossible to develop agriculture.

The barrenness of the land made it seem as if the land were cursed.

A viscount, possessing a port and one-third of the region's land, should have been infinitely glorious.

However, the annual income was only a meager tens of thousands of gold coins. Even the Purple Gourd, which was the least picky about soil, could not be grown here.

The seemingly fertile soil actually contained unchangeable saline-alkali components, making it difficult for any seed to take root and sprout.

Once, the viscount had tried to introduce various drought-resistant and salt-alkali-tolerant crops, cultivating the land and sowing seeds with great hope, but ultimately reaped only endless disappointment.

The seeds either did not germinate at all, or were quickly strangled in the cradle by the harsh soil environment after breaking through the ground.

Over time, people lost faith in this land and left one after another to find more promising lands. The viscount could only gaze at this desolate fiefdom, sighing and lamenting the unfairness of fate.

"This is Viscount Wiggins of the Camelot family," Fiana said with a smile, introducing him to Sauron.

Sauron nodded slightly, shaking hands with the other party with reserve. His gaze briefly lingered on Viscount Wiggins,

observing the viscount's expression.

Viscount Wiggins, as if grasping at a lifeline, received Sauron very warmly, his face filled with smiles and his eyes full of anticipation.

He also specially took Sauron on a tour of Torus Harbor, introducing the port's conditions along the way. However, the conditions within the port were truly uninspiring.

The dilapidated pier facilities, the dilapidated warehouses, and the few ships all showed the decline and desolation of the place.

The sea breeze howled, bringing a salty taste.

Sauron looked at all this and couldn't help but say, "Viscount Wiggins, the conditions here are really harsh!"

Viscount Wiggins, upon hearing this, immediately poured out his grievances. "You don't know, Your Highness. Being this viscount is truly an unspeakable suffering. The annual maintenance costs of this port are high, but the revenue is pitiful. The merchant ships are unwilling to dock here because our facilities are too backward. In addition, nothing can be grown on this land, and even taxes cannot be collected. I have tried everything I can, but I still cannot change the situation!"

As Viscount Wiggins spoke, he shook his head and sighed helplessly, the wrinkles on his face seeming to deepen.

"Not to mention the Sea Clan and pirates who come to plunder every year. If it weren't for upholding every inch of the Empire's land,

I would have abandoned this place long ago and moved to Fulga City."

Sauron immediately became interested.

"Oh, there are Sea Clan and pirates plundering here?"

"Reporting to Your Highness, every August and September, there will be sporadic Sea Clan landing to plunder."

Sauron asked in surprise, "Is there anything here worth plundering by the Sea Clan and pirates?"

Viscount Wiggins' face immediately turned red, and he stammered, "Your Highness, although this place is barren, there are occasionally some passing merchant ships at the port, carrying some precious goods. Those Sea Clan and pirates probably think they can take the opportunity to make a fortune. Furthermore, although our fishermen here don't harvest much, they do have some marine products that catch their eye. Alas, every time they attack, we suffer heavy losses, but we can't do anything about it."

Sauron frowned and fell into thought. He looked at the empty port and the distant sea, and began to consider countermeasures in his heart.

Viscount Wiggins, seeing Sauron silent, became even more uneasy, wondering how this noble Highness would view the plight of this land.

Sauron asked bluntly, "Since it's so difficult here, do you have any plans to change your fiefdom?"

Viscount Wiggins immediately revealed a troubled expression, his eyes flickering, obviously wanting to play the waiting game.

He was calculating in his heart, thinking about how to extract the maximum benefit from this possible land exchange.

"Forget it then," Sauron said, immediately rejecting him after seeing his expression.

Sauron's tone was firm, without the slightest hesitation.