[{"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-178":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},560666,810,"Chapter 178: The Frog Beneath the Well","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-178",178,"\u003Cp>The Frog Beneath the Well\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian rubbed his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There are doctors who can treat symptoms.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone turned thoughtful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And there are doctors who understand cause.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana’s orange eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You mean only some doctor treats symptoms?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian gave a harmless smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn’t say that.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint spark almost lit in Yana’s gaze—then a heavier older voice cut in from the side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yana, there’s no need to trouble Young Master Julian. Lucas is enough to help me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wren Tyson frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was pride in that expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He disliked troubling others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Disliked owing favors even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially to someone like Julian D’Aurelius, whom in his heart he had dismissed as a pampered heir wrapped in family prestige.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noticing the trace of disdain in the older man’s eyes, Julian almost rolled his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Internally, he did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Classic feel-good novel setting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as you were marked antagonist, people were instinctively predisposed to dislike you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And every supporting character around the so-called protagonist would naturally see you as frivolous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts began firing one after another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>( Brother, why are you acting all high and mighty with me? I don’t owe you money. )\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana’s lashes twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Here we go again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian kept smiling politely while inwardly grumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>( Still counting on Lucas—if he treats you three more times, your legs will be fine. )\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wren remained composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>( Then just count the days until you’re lying in a coffin crying for burial. )\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana nearly inhaled sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The contrast between his courteous face and outrageous inner voice was absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And terrifying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though annoyed, Julian could not argue openly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead he spoke aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I have a good relationship with Miracle Doctor Amara. Uncle Wren can have her take a look.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wren Tyson’s brows moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he answered, Yana gave a bitter smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Miracle Doctor Amara... we’ve already visited her, but it didn’t seem to help much.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But inwardly she was shaken even more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Lucas had indeed told her exactly that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three more treatments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her father would walk again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Julian had somehow known.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian leaned forward a fraction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Have Miracle Doctor Amara check again. Maybe she’ll find a way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone stayed casual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the meaning beneath it sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Her medical skills are far superior to those unknown quack doctors.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A subtle jab.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana caught it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So did Wren.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then Julian’s mind continued mercilessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>( Sigh, I’ve said all I can, can’t you take a hint? )\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>( Quickly have Amara take a look, she can definitely find the problem. )\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Otherwise, when the funeral comes, don’t blame me for not warn you)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana’s expression turned slightly grim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having Miracle Doctor Amara confirm it...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That did sound reasonable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Wren Tyson was already displeased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His regard for Lucas bordered on admiration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young genius of cultivation and medicine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could this black-haired rich heir casually dismiss him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint sneer touched Wren’s mouth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Young Master Julian,\" he said coolly, \"there are countless hidden experts in this world.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried old martial pride.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Get out more and see. Sitting in a well and looking at the sky only invites laughter.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words were not loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian forced a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A very strained one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Damn, I really don’t want to bother with you.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(If it weren’t for not wanting to see your Tyson Family become Lucas’s pawn, causing trouble for my D’Aurelius household...)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(I really wouldn’t waste my breath on you.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then the harshest thought yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Getting killed, daughter given away, family handed over... you supporting characters are worse off than me, the antagonist.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana heard every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And awkward heat climbed her neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because for all his arrogance and nonsense—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he truly meant well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No malice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She suddenly felt a little guilty for nearly punching him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she looked toward her father.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, Dad, stop it. Young Master Julian means well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The defense came out softer than she intended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She defended me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wren Tyson turned sharply to his daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face darkened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>his daughter really had her eyes on such a useless pretty boy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought alone offended his martial soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His daughter?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His exceptional daughter?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The genius of the Tyson Family?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Did this boy deserve her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He studied Julian anew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Black hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too handsome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too unserious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And worst of all—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>he lacked the strength to support all those good qualities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A waste.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In Wren’s eyes, weakness could ruin even the finest potential.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dangerous qualities in a future son-in-law.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze sharpened unconsciously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian, meanwhile, felt the scrutiny and stiffened a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced a small smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Uncle Wren?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That only made it worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Internally—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Why is this man looking at me like he’s evaluating a future son-in-law... and deciding whether to test my bones?)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana nearly choked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Future son-in-law?!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her ears flushed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Ah... Battle girl angry again. Cute when angry too...)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One punch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One punch would solve everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But instead, she lowered her voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t mind my father rude words.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian looked at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And unexpectedly answered seriously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t mind his rude words.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then with a faint smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I mind whether he survives.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That struck both father and daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wren Tyson’s fingers tightened subtly on the wheelchair arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The leather beneath his grip creased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not answer at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But something in his gaze shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Respect did not appear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet dismissal weakened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana caught it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So did Julian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a fleeting moment, the air between them no longer felt like idle conversation, but the edge of something heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boarding line began moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Travelers shuffled forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Announcements echoed overhead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world resumed motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wren Tyson finally spoke, his voice stiff, formal, carrying the stubbornness of a man who had already made peace with his own decisions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you for your concern...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...but I believe in Mister Lucas’s treatment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone made it sound final.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As though the matter was closed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana lowered her eyes faintly, saying nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian merely looked at him for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then inclined his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"As you wish.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a deep sigh, he turned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Internally—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Whatever. The choice is yours—what do you prefer, die or leave?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A trace of helpless amusement lingered beneath the thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if he had already said more than he intended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana heard it and almost fall in deep thought.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lowered herself beside her father in silence, movements controlled, almost mechanical, yet her thoughts were nowhere near calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her orange eyes seemed distant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside her, Wren Tyson remained silent, his face wearing a deep-thinking expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He did not speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his gaze shifted once toward Julian, then back to his daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brows subtly drew together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it be...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could his daughter really have her eyes on such a useless pretty boy?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought made his expression grow even stranger.\u003C\u002Fp>",1170,"2026-05-30T15:14:55.253Z","2026-06-01T04:31:33.482Z",1,"novelbin.me","e1f2aeb3a18f1f856f9e21e1c0c63bbec1b23b0bd23cdfd46812e4a438df7cef","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-179","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-177",232,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvillain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-cover.jpg"]