[{"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-180":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},560668,810,"Chapter 180: A Card, A Choice, A Turning Point","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-180",180,"\u003Cp>A Card, A Choice, A Turning Point\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s nothing, just a small misunderstanding that can be cleared up.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian D’Aurelius said it lightly, almost lazily, as if the tension from earlier had never existed. His tone carried that same effortless calm—neither offended nor particularly concerned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, though—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>( Hmm, her attitude is quite nice. )\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His golden eyes flicked briefly toward Yana as she straightened from her slight bow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>( I was just planning to expose Lucas for you. )\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leaned back deeper into his seat, fingers idly flipping the page of the magazine he wasn’t really reading.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>( But with this attitude... )\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint smile tugged at his lips, subtle, almost imperceptible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>( I’ll help cure your father’s illness later. )\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana’s heartbeat skipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She kept her posture steady, but her ears were already tuned in, catching every word that didn’t pass his lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian continued casually—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>( The Miracle Medicine Record has a few remedies for paralysis. )\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her pupils shrank slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>( After the treatment, your father will be pain-free and relaxed... )\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath hitched—just slightly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>( ...and he can even help protect our D’Aurelius household. )\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"???\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana was both confused and excited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her thoughts tangled together like threads pulled too tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This guy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does he really have a way to cure her father’s legs?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze lingered on him, searching his expression for any trace of deceit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But all she saw was... calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her face flushed faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain-free and relaxed?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of strange phrasing was that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips pressed together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This man...\" she thought, irritated, \"really deserves a beating.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t deny the spark of hope rising in her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she steadied herself and spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I won’t disturb you any longer, Young Master Julian.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone softened, returning to that composed politeness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Here’s my business card. You can add me on Hello Messenger for easy contact if needed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She extended the card toward him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their fingers brushed—just barely—as Julian took it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fleeting contact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it lingered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The card was simple, elegant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her number.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Tyson Family’s company—one of the well-known security firms in Valemont.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A family built on strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On reputation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On fists that spoke louder than words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian glanced at the card once before slipping it into his pocket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked back at her, brows lifting slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Didn’t expect you to be this polite after wanting to punch me earlier.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana’s eyes narrowed immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I still do.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But I don’t hit people who help my father.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian chuckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fair enough.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, leaning slightly closer, voice dropping just enough to feel private—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Try not to hit your benefactor too hard later.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana’s cheeks warmed again, annoyance mixing with something else she refused to name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then don’t say things that deserve it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their eyes met for a second longer than necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she turned and walked away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her steps were just slightly slower than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once the plane landed in Valemont, Julian didn’t linger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment his feet touched solid ground, his mind shifted gears.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Playtime was over.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now came preparation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He headed straight to his family’s antique shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The streets of Valemont buzzed with familiar life—vendors shouting, engines humming, people weaving through the city like threads in a tapestry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Julian moved through it all with quiet purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The auction would start in a couple of days.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t going to be a spectator.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He needed to start preparing now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Yana and her father got off the plane, a driver was already waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The black car idled quietly, door already open in silent respect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Miss Yana,\" the driver greeted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She nodded and helped her father into the car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without hesitation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Take us to Senior Divine Doctor Ravenswood’s clinic.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone left no room for argument.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wren Tyson frowned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why are we going there?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried clear confusion—and faint dissatisfaction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did that Julian kid say something to you? Why believe his nonsense?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t like being influenced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t like the idea of doubting someone he had already accepted as a benefactor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And more than anything—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t like owing another favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His pride resisted it instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana didn’t hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s just a check-up, Dad. Nothing more.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But firm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unmovable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was anything but calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether there was an issue or not—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would find out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wren Tyson looked at her for a long moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then sighed faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew that expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once his daughter decided something—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even he couldn’t change it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s ... Fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word came reluctantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they arrived at the clinic, Wren Tyson pushed open the car door and used his arms to lift himself into the wheelchair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The motion was practiced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But still—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each movement carried the quiet weight of someone who once stood at the peak...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and had fallen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She simply moved behind him and pushed forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clinic stood modest but alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People filled the entrance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long line stretched outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some looked tired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some hopeful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some desperate’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This place wasn’t just a clinic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a lifeline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Daily free consultations were offered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Treatment for those who couldn’t afford it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Over time, it had angered many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But also earned deep loyalty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There had been trouble a before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But under the protection of the D’Aurelius household—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After a few troublemakers disappeared without explanation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dared cause problems again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air smelled faintly of herbs and medicine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amara Ravenswood was seated behind a wooden desk, fingers resting lightly on a patient’s wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her expression was calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every breath steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A healer in her element.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze lifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She noticed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recognition flashed instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could she not remember?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After their last visit—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had donated ten million Euro.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That money had kept this place running.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Saved lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Countless lives.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her lips curved into a gentle smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Miss Yana...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was warm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bringing your Father for a check-up?\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1019,"2026-05-30T15:14:55.253Z","2026-06-01T04:31:33.482Z",1,"novelbin.me","da6da4909a7648d032a32ebeaf8b96d7cf056b7d095692c5b1106db486836009","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-181","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-179",232,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvillain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-cover.jpg"]