[{"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-166":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},560654,810,"Chapter 166: Poison Turning Upon the Plotter [Part-2]","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-166",166,"\u003Cp>Poison Turning Upon the Plotter [Part-2]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With that, she clapped her hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound was soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet to Julian’s ears, it sounded like the striking of a trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A waiter immediately appeared and brought over a bottle of red wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elegant crystal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poison hidden behind luxury.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thalia picked up the already opened bottle herself and moved to pour for Julian and Bianca.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her jeweled fingers gleamed beneath chandelier light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her smile was warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could hardly wait to see this handsome man submit to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her imagination, Julian was already trapped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Drugged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Helpless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Belonging to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as wine touched the rim of Bianca’s glass—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry, President Thalia, I don’t drink,\" Bianca suddenly said.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost casual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet the room stilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The waiter froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Thalia’s pouring hand paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thalia blinked, momentarily stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She doesn’t drink?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What was this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she forced a laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How can you do business without drinking, President Bianca? We’re just having a small drink today, okay?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bianca smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beautiful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m allergic to alcohol.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no chance she would touch it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not when she already knew it was tainted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thalia’s expression tightened for a flicker.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then deliberately showed displeasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"President Bianca, I know you can drink. There’s no need for such an excuse.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She leaned slightly forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you really not giving me this bit of face?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air chilled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian quietly watched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And inwardly admired how Bianca was about to tear this woman apart politely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you mean by not giving you face?\" Bianca asked, voice turning cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We’re all partners. Respect is mutual.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A simple investigation would show I’m allergic to alcohol, yet you still urge me to drink?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She let the question hang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you trying to do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>her hand struck the table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crystal trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If anyone’s being disrespectful...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice lowered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s you, isn’t it, President Thalia?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pressure rolled across the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind born not from martial force—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>but from authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From bloodline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From a woman used to ruling rooms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Thalia felt a flicker of nervousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a heartbeat she looked almost small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she forced a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing this route had failed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing she dared not press harder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry, President Bianca... I made a mistake.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dipped her head just enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I apologize.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she pivoted fast, like a snake changing direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze slid to Julian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then, President Julian... shall we drink?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Missing Bianca was disappointing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But not fatal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she could still claim this man—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>that would be enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utterly harmless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Utterly fake.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sorry.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He tilted his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m allergic too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beat passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then inside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(I’m allergic to idiots. Don’t talk to me.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bianca nearly choked holding back laughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her nails dug into her palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thalia’s face darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Julian saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first step of the plan had collapsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And she knew it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she had known...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she would have had the food spiked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too late now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Let’s eat first,\" she said, forcing grace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rest a bit after, and we’ll talk later.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Settle for the next best thing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If not alcohol—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>coffee.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mineral water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were always ways.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And later...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she would have everything arranged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian’s golden eyes gleamed faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Yes.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Arrange more.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Makes it easier to bury you.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The meal continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But beneath polite conversation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>blades crossed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bianca occasionally fed Julian pieces from shared dishes just to provoke Thalia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thalia laughed too loudly at Julian’s jokes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian kept smiling while internally drafting murder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At one point Bianca leaned close and whispered,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your allergy seems severe.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian whispered back,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fatal, in some cases.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She almost burst laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After the meal, Thalia dabbed her lips and rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll excuse myself a moment. I need the restroom.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her smile returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smooth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Professional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Predatory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She left to go discuss changing the plan with Lucas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or so she believed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bianca watched her leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then quietly murmured,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The fish is swimming into the net.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian lifted a brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You sound frightening.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I learned from you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At that very moment—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas was still resting in the suite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting for good news.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waiting for Bianca to be delivered into his hands.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since coming to Japan, he had not had proper release.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not conquest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not pleasure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not victory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many frustrations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many humiliations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But tonight—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he believed all of it would be repaid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking of the impending enjoyment he imagined with the fiery, voluptuous Bianca—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he was filled with anticipation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers tapped the armrest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He even poured himself another glass of wine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unaware.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That it had already been touched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By his own people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By irony.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He drank.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>something shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first subtle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then a burn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then heat coiling through nerves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heartbeat climbed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vision blurred slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His rationality began to feel... invaded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his body felt wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood too fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room tilted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s happening?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A last shred of rationality struck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes snapped to the red wine beside him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bottle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Memory aligned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could someone have spiked his drink?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breath roughened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beastly heat surged upward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>knock knock.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cheerful voice at the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lucas, I’m coming in~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thalia entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ready to discuss changing the plan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ready to complain about Bianca.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ready to reset the trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped in smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfume heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Jewelry swaying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Lucas had turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes bloodshot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Breathing harsh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a predator dragged past reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And only then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>too late—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she realized.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unaware,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>a beast was already waiting for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>------------------------------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Authors Notes: Dear Readers, Thanks so much for joining me on this adventure! Your enthusiasm, feedback, and encouragement really keep me motivated to keep bringing *Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System* into existence. If you’re loving the Chapters, I’d love it if you supported my book with a Powerstone, review, or even a Golden Ticket—it helps me develop as a writer and lets more readers enjoy the story. I look forward to hearing your ideas and thoughts, so please don’t hesitate to share!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With love,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saturn_Virgo_777\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creator of Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>--------------------\u003C\u002Fp>",1045,"2026-05-30T15:14:55.253Z","2026-06-01T04:31:33.482Z",1,"novelbin.me","c80040c964dc7954b975cca4fe855a7b4ba09c97dc2db104c9a5e47b3ba44bde","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-167","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-165",232,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvillain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-cover.jpg"]