Reincarnated as a boss tyrant in the game

Just as Soren, relying on his Glutton state, was beating Prince Arlen into retreat, and the scales of victory seemed to be tilting in his favor, the Infinity Blade suddenly transmitted an urgent mental wave, loudly warning: "Careful!"

The warning sounded in Soren's mind like a thunderclap, but before he could react, a strange black light shot out from the shadows like a sharp arrow.

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This black light was incredibly fast, striking Soren, who was in a berserk state, in the blink of an eye.

With a loud "Boom," a huge dent was created in the wall, and rubble fell, raising a cloud of dust.

Soren coughed up blood, and the red light in his eyes, originally emitted due to the Glutton state, dimmed considerably. The sudden heavy blow tore his wounds even wider, and blood gushed out, staining the ground beneath him a glaring red.

As the dust gradually settled, a figure slowly emerged from the shadows—Rebal, who had returned.

A smug and sinister smile hung on his face, and his eyes were full of mockery as he looked at the injured Soren, as if admiring his own masterpiece.

"Hmph, Your Highness, did you think you could stop me with this little skill? How naive."

Rebal spoke, while playing with the black light-emitting weapon in his hand, which still retained the magical fluctuations from its recent attack on Soren, making it appear even more sinister and terrifying.

Upon seeing this, Prince Arlen immediately breathed a sigh of relief. He clutched the wounds on his body and walked toward Rebal with a mixture of relief from surviving the ordeal and resentment in his eyes as he looked at Soren.

Soren, enduring the pain, struggled to get up from the ground, using the Seven Sins Redemption Sword of Infinity in his hand to support his body, preventing himself from falling again.

He stared intently at Rebal, a surge of滔tenuous anger rising in his heart. At the same time, he secretly regretted being too careless just now, not noticing that Rebal had been hiding in the shadows all along. Now, the situation had suddenly become extremely unfavorable to him.

"Lord Rebal, you've hidden yourself well. But do you think you can do whatever you want just by relying on the one behind you?" Soren endured the pain and stared coldly at Rebal, his eyes seeming to pierce through his disguise and stab at the secrets in his heart.

His words carried undisguised mockery and warning, echoing in the space of the underground maze of the palace, making the atmosphere even more tense.

Hearing this, Rebal's pupils contracted slightly. For a moment, a hint of unease flashed in his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure, feigning nonchalance, and forced a stiff smile, saying, "I don't know what you're talking about."

His feigned calmness revealed a hint of poorly concealed bluster.

"Heh heh!" Soren chuckled dismissively, his laughter full of contempt for Rebal.

"My cultivation has progressed so quickly, and I've repeatedly achieved extraordinary feats in the Northwest. What do you think I rely on?"

His words were firm and resounding, each word like a heavy bomb exploding in Rebal's heart.

Rebal knew in his heart that Soren's achievements were definitely backed by a powerful force, but he had always been unwilling to think deeply about it, let alone admit that such an existence was interfering.

Upon hearing these words, Rebal's expression changed slightly. A crack appeared on his originally calm face, and a hint of worry quietly crept onto his brow.

He had a vague premonition in his heart that things seemed to be developing in a direction he couldn't control.

"Upper Plane!"

Seeing the change in Rebal's expression, Soren knew that his words had worked, so he nodded slowly and continued, "The master behind me is no ordinary person. I have already sent a request for help to him, and he has located this maze."

He deliberately emphasized the words "no ordinary person," intending to stress the power and unapproachability of that master, while also putting pressure on Rebal, trying to make him back down.

At this moment, although Soren was seriously injured, his aura did not fall behind in the slightest. He stared intently at Rebal, as if to see through his next move, waiting for him to react.

Rebal's expression became increasingly gloomy. He began to weigh the pros and cons in his heart. He hadn't expected such a variable to appear in his originally foolproof plan.

He clenched his fists, his nails digging deeply into his palms, but he was completely unaware of the pain. His brain was working rapidly, thinking about countermeasures, but for a moment, he was caught in a dilemma.

After a long time, Rebal sighed slightly, a sigh that seemed to contain helplessness, but also revealed a resolute determination to break the boat. He raised his eyes to look at Soren and slowly said, "The strong from the Upper Plane can indeed crush me, but I also know the rules of the maze very well."

His voice echoed in this slightly dull underground maze of the palace, each word seeming to carry a heavy weight, making the surrounding air become even more heavy.

This time, it was Soren's turn to be uneasy.

He had originally thought that bringing up the strong from the Upper Plane would intimidate Rebal, making him afraid and giving up the idea of continuing to do evil, but he didn't expect Rebal to say such a thing.

Seeing this, Rebal's mouth curled into a cold smile, and he continued, "As long as I kill you and then take care of Gustav, I'll be the one who calls the shots in the imperial capital, Lodesa. At worst, I just won't enter the maze for the rest of my life."

His eyes were full of greed and ruthlessness, as if he had already seen the scene of himself controlling the entire imperial capital and becoming the supreme ruler.

His words showed no regard for Soren or the entire royal family, and he was completely arrogant as if he had everything under control.

As he said these words, Rebal's killing intent burst out instantly. The intense killing intent, like a substantial black mist, spread out from his body, surging in all directions.

The temperature of the entire maze seemed to plummet at this moment, and an icy chill filled every inch of space.

Rebal moved, turning into a black afterimage, and rushed toward Soren like a ghost. The weapon in his hand shone with a cold light, wrapped in powerful magic. Each swing brought a whistling wind, like the Grim Reaper playing a deadly symphony.