[{"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-181":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},560669,810,"Chapter 181: Truth Beneath the Pulse","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-181",181,"\u003Cp>Truth Beneath the Pulse\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Miss Yana, bringing your father for a check-up?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amara Ravenswood’s voice flowed gently, like a calm stream slipping through stone. Her fingers still rested lightly on the patient’s wrist, steady and precise, yet her gaze had already lifted—warm, attentive, quietly welcoming.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana inclined her head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, we’d like to see Senior Divine Doctor Ravenswood. Is he available?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone remained respectful, but beneath it lingered something tighter—an urgency she could not fully hide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amara’s lips curved into a soft smile. She gestured toward the back with effortless grace, her posture relaxed, composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Grandpa is in the back reading. You can go ahead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faint scent of herbs lingered in the air—earthy, calming, grounding the restless edge in Yana’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana didn’t hesitate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands tightened slightly around the wheelchair handles as she guided her father through the narrow passage. The noise of the crowded clinic gradually faded behind them, replaced by a quieter, older stillness—like stepping into a space where time itself slowed to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wren Tyson glanced briefly at his daughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ve been tense since we arrived.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was low, observant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana didn’t answer immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m fine,\" she said after a moment, though her grip on the chair didn’t loosen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t push further—but he noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When they reached the inner room, Senior Divine Doctor Ravenswood sat beneath a pool of soft light, dressed in a simple green robe. An ancient medical text rested in his hands, its worn pages whispering of years, of lives, of things learned and things lost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked up as they entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Recognition flickered in his aged eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ah... you’ve come.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried both warmth and quiet authority, steady as an old tree that had weathered countless storms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s troubling you today?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana stepped forward, her posture straightening slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Senior Divine Doctor Ravenswood, some time ago, we met a skilled healer who treated my father’s legs with some success.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She paused, choosing her words with care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"We were hoping you could evaluate the effectiveness of that treatment.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside her, Wren Tyson let out a quiet sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sigh... forgive us for troubling you, Senior Divine Doctor Ravenswood. I feel perfectly fine, but she insisted I come.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was calm in his voice—but beneath it, a trace of resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t like being examined again. Didn’t like questioning something he had already accepted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amara, still standing near the doorway, watched the exchange quietly. Her gaze lingered for a brief second—not intrusive, just observant—before lowering again, respectful of the space.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Healed your legs?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The old doctor’s brows lifted slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surprise came first—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then something sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Interest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With my medical skills, I could not resolve your condition...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes narrowed faintly as he looked more closely at Wren, the air in the room shifting—subtle, but unmistakable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He set the book aside slowly, eyes narrowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Could there truly be such a skilled healer?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no mockery in his tone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only seriousness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He reached forward without delay, placing two fingers on Wren Tyson’s wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room seemed to still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the faint sounds from outside faded into silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amara closed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breathing slowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His senses focused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time stretched—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His expression changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The calm shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His brows knitted deeply, and the veins along his temple faintly rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he opened his eyes—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pure, unfiltered anger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is outrageous!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice rang through the room, sharp and heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who would be so reckless? Which scoundrel did this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wren Tyson’s grip tightened on the armrest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What happened?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their voices overlapped slightly, both caught off guard by the sudden outburst.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Senior Divine Doctor Ravenswood was known for his composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For his patience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For his gentle temper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To see him like this—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something was very wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amara’s gaze hardened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This person indeed has high medical skills—perhaps even slightly better than mine...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He spoke slowly now, each word deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But their intentions are extremely malicious.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air grew heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t know what acupuncture method they used on you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers tapped lightly against Wren Tyson’s wrist again, as if confirming what he already knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With their skills... if they were willing to patiently perform Acupuncture Therapy every half month...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice dropped slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They could cure your legs in a year.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hope flickered—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only to be crushed in the next breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The word struck like a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This person used unscrupulous methods for quick results.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amara’s voice rose again, anger breaking through restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They targeted the wrong points. This treatment severely depletes the body’s vital energy.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dead silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even breathing felt loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Even if it heals...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked directly at Wren Tyson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes no longer soft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They won’t live more than a year.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words fell like a verdict.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Final.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amara’s face flushed with anger, his hands trembling slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lack of skill is one thing...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice carried deep disgust now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But having a malicious heart—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—is worse than being an animal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana’s face turned pale instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers trembled on the wheelchair handles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could Julian...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>have been right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought hit harder now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because it was no longer speculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was confirmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wren Tyson sat frozen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pride in his posture cracked—just slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shock rippled through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The young man he had admired...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one he had trusted...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Had such intentions?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His throat tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beyond anger—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Came something heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep, suffocating guilt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He remembered Julian standing there earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speaking calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying to warn him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And how he had responded—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With disdain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With arrogance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With dismissal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hand rose slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound was sharp in the quiet room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His palm struck his own face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A soldier’s slap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Punishing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes lowered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I shouldn’t have acted that way.\"\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>",1073,"2026-05-30T15:14:55.253Z","2026-06-01T04:31:33.482Z",1,"novelbin.me","a26a0f6e1a8514e475cb2b4dd8fb7a4a2f6fd6d51e6880532ecf4eeddf38fe24","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-182","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-180",232,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvillain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-cover.jpg"]