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The man who fought Julian D’Aurelius in the casino... technically didn’t exist anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No identity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No trace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At worst, being caught would result in a simple charge—illegal gambling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fine. Maybe a few days of inconvenience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s what he believed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s what should have happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But reality, for once, didn’t follow his expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time, after being caught—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t let it go so easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The questioning began.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One round turned into two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two turned into five.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold white lights shone directly into his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room smelled faintly of old files, sweat, and stale air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Questions came one after another—repeated, twisted, rephrased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where were you before the casino?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who were you meeting?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why is there blood on your clothes?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Explain your injuries.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who else was with you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas sat there, expression calm... but inside, something cold tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even worse—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t even offer him a glass of water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dryness in his throat grew unbearable, but he didn’t show it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers rested calmly on the metal table, unmoving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only the faint tightening of his jaw betrayed his irritation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something is wrong...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, a thought flickered through his mind—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did someone notice something?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter how many times they questioned him, no matter how deep they dug...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They found nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No evidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No witnesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No link.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just a man caught at a casino.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the end—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After an entire night of pressure, fatigue, and silent resistance—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had no choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was processed like any other offender.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Charged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stamped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Transferred.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So they sent him to the prison on charges of participating in illegal gambling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heavy iron gate creaked open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound echoed like something ancient being dragged awake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold air drifted through the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas stepped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Chains clinked faintly somewhere in the distance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voices murmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Someone laughed harshly from another cell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere pressed down like damp stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Lucas walked in calmly, hands behind his back, posture straight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like he still owned the world outside those walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Four familiar figures.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief second, even his calm expression wavered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the four members of the Scythe Division.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hemil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the other three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing there in the same prison cell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment felt strangely surreal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the vast sea of people...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To meet here, of all places—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Lucas couldn’t help but feel a strange emotion rise in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Damn...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This place is starting to feel like an Obsidian Wing clubhouse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Young Master Lucas, why are you here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hemil stepped forward first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His twelve fingers flexed slightly as he spoke, his tone respectful—but his eyes sharp, observant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas paused for half a breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he straightened slightly and replied calmly,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I came to check on you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And take you out.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried effortless authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like everything was still under control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like this... was all part of the plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four exchanged glances.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something flickered between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then one of them tilted his head slightly and asked,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then why does Young Master Lucas look a bit pale?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas’s lips twitched slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A bit carsick.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beat of silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then another one stepped forward, squinting slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then why is there blood on you, Young Master Lucas?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas’s gaze darkened for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I injured someone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His answer was short. Flat. Final.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the questions didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hemil stepped closer, lowering his voice slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Was it a strong opponent, Young Master Lucas?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did someone force you into this situation?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Do you need us to deal with anyone once we get out?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another one chimed in, eyes shining strangely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did that person... manage to hurt you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who was it?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas felt a faint irritation rise in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too persistent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too... different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, he studied them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something about them felt off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their tone was loyal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their words were respectful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the way they looked at him...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t quite the same as before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was something hidden there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something... he couldn’t quite grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bit strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A bit... stupid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas narrowed his eyes slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the end—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dismissed the thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He waved his hand lightly, cutting off their questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You guys rest first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’ll leave together tomorrow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I still need your help in Valemont.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone carried authority again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Final. Decisive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No room for further discussion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four immediately straightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In perfect unison—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With Young Master Lucas’s trust—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We will repay with our lives!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their voices echoed through the cell.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Firm. Loyal. Unwavering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas looked at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And slowly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A satisfied expression appeared on his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Good.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These were the death warriors he had personally trained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tools forged through blood and discipline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their loyalty—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could shake heaven and earth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s what he believed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a brief pause, Lucas beckoned them closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The four leaned in slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their faces serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their ears attentive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas lowered his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And began to speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His plan unfolded quietly between them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefully calculated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Layer by layer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Control Valemont.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eliminate threats.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Draw out Julian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Use pressure. Use chaos. Use people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every word he spoke was precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Efficient.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as they listened—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something strange flickered in their eyes again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not doubt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something... twisted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet when Lucas finished—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They nodded immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just obedience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas leaned back slowly onto the hard prison bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thin mattress barely softened the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Uncomfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he ignored it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside his body—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain still lingered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That punch from Julian...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t something he could brush off easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, his chest felt heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His internal energy unstable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That bastard...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers tightened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian D’Aurelius...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You just wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Healing required time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this injury—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ten days...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half a month at least.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would endure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would come back stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the dim light of the prison cell—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas lay there silently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a coiled predator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could tear everything apart again.\u003C\u002Fp>",1097,"2026-05-30T15:14:55.253Z","2026-06-01T04:31:33.482Z",1,"novelbin.me","716a58ccdb2874f1b1b4796e7c4c0fedf28b2451074a36d8ec05e896344c1f06","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-152","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-232",232,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvillain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-cover.jpg"]