[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system":3,"chapter-villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-131":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},560719,810,"Chapter 131: The Gift That Crossed the Ocean","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-131",131,"\u003Cp>The Gift That Crossed the Ocean\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kimora, Africa.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Floating just above the haze, the late sun painted stretched-out glimmers of gold over the yard where the D’Aurelius outpost stood, tucked into a foreign town. While dust swirled near broken fences, light traced every edge of the quiet building managing faraway deals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fingers of heat traced Shera’s skin as he waited in the open yard. Droplets rolled slow from his brow, cutting paths through dust on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Breath after breath, his chest lifted then dropped. Then again it swelled beneath the weight of air rushing in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hundred push-ups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hundred sit-ups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hundred squats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brutal ten-kilometer run beneath the scorching Kimoran sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shera bent slightly, hands resting on his knees as he caught his breath. His muscles trembled from exhaustion, yet his eyes burned with determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since he had been entrusted with an important mission by Young Master Julian D’Aurelius, Shera had come to Africa and taken charge of operations here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To be honest...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The job was comfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too comfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Plenty of money.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost no supervision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And tasks so simple they could be finished before afternoon tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most days, by three o’clock, Shera would already be relaxing on the balcony with a cup of tea, watching the red sunset spread across the distant hills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, he had enjoyed this life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But a few days ago...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shera straightened slowly, wiping sweat from his brow as the memory returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>News had arrived from Valemont.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The D’Aurelius household had suddenly begun recruiting Old Martial Arts experts everywhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And only Old Martial Arts experts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Shera heard that news, his heart had felt like it was struck by lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the truth was simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He clenched his fists unconsciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once upon a time, he had been the head of the D’Aurelius family bodyguard team.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A position that sounded prestigious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But compared to real Old Martial Arts experts...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even an Iron Realm practitioner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a strong ordinary man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If a true Old Martial Arts fighter appeared...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shera wouldn’t last ten seconds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The realization struck his pride like a hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How can someone like me protect Young Master Julian?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought had haunted him for days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he made a decision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If talent wasn’t enough...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he would use effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shera slowly straightened his back again, breathing deeply as the wind passed through the courtyard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He muttered quietly to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I can’t become strong...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...then I’ll train until my body breaks.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so his routine began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every single day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without fail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hundred push-ups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hundred sit-ups.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One hundred squats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a ten-kilometer run.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even today, after finishing the brutal routine, his arms still trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Shera smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain meant progress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Footsteps approached.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of his subordinates ran across the courtyard holding a package.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"President Shera!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man stopped and handed over the box respectfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There’s a package for you... sent by Young Master Julian.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shera froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tired eyes suddenly brightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"From Young Master Julian?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fatigue vanished instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hurriedly took the package, his fingers almost shaking as he examined the label.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was indeed sent from Valemont.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the sender’s name was unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian D’Aurelius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shera carefully opened the package, as if afraid to damage whatever was inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within the wrapping was a small nanmu wooden box, beautifully crafted and faintly fragrant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The box itself already looked valuable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shera’s heartbeat quickened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slowly opened the lid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside lay an ancient-looking book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pages were slightly yellowed, the ink dark and bold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shera stared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips moved silently as he read the title.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The Thunder Mammoth War Technique...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hands trembling, he opened the book and flipped through several pages.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment his eyes scanned the text...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire body shook.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tears poured from his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shera burst into tears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Young Master Julian...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You... you were watching me this whole time...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pressed the book tightly to his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Young Master Julian must have known.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Known that he was training desperately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Known that he was ashamed of his weakness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he had sent him...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A true Old Martial Arts manual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shera knew exactly what this meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Such manuals were priceless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t things money could simply buy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were treasures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And what shocked him even more was the description of the technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Thunder Mammoth War Technique did not require exceptional martial talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a cultivation method designed for people with ordinary aptitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only requirement was endurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And relentless effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as one was willing to suffer...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They could slowly refine their body and eventually step into the Iron Realm of Old Martial Arts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shera wiped his tears roughly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest swelled with emotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Young Master Julian... you believe in me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice trembled with gratitude.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I won’t let you down.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed the manual carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes burned with renewed determination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t just a book.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A path toward becoming someone worthy of standing beside Julian D’Aurelius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shera turned toward his subordinates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fierce took his face without warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His look hit them, bodies snapping upright without thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shera roared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Starting tomorrow!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far off in the open space, his words bounced from wall to wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Go find me one hundred young men with martial arts potential from the local area!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surprise flickered across their faces as the junior staff hesitated. A pause followed - eyes wide, unsure what came next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fingers gripping hard, Shera held the book like it might vanish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m going to train them!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice thundered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I will build an elite squad for Young Master Julian!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest rose proudly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not just bodyguards...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But warriors!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The men immediately straightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, President Shera!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they hurried off to carry out the order, Shera lowered his head slightly and looked again at the ancient manual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice softened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your kindness...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I can only repay with my life.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind blew through the compound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beneath the burning Kimoran sky—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A new force had just begun to take shape.\u003C\u002Fp>",1022,"2026-05-30T15:14:55.252Z","2026-06-01T04:31:33.482Z",1,"novelbin.me","cb91777989c702fe374df183ac72a223295393f1d182af4b77638851ef5c21fa","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-132","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-130",232,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvillain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-cover.jpg"]