[{"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-184":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},560672,810,"Chapter 184: Masks at the Auction","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-184",184,"\u003Cp>Masks at the Auction\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You can add something disgusting inside the pills, and then send it to auction house.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian D’Aurelius’s tone was almost casual when he said it—like he was asking for tea instead of setting a trap that could ruin someone completely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manager Pang froze for a split second, the packet of powder still warm in his palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Understood, Young Master Julian.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice came out steady, but his mind was already racing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian gave him a light pat on the shoulder—friendly, almost encouraging—before turning away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he laughed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low, amused sound that lingered in the air like a quiet storm waiting to break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without another word, he walked out of the antique shop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door chimed softly behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leaving behind nothing but instructions...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>and consequences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the original story, Evan had seen the Nine Way Cleansing Elixir for the first time at the auction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A turning point.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gift from fate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Lucas stepping into that role—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would be no different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The script might have shifted...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the bait was still there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Julian?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wasn’t here to stop the game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was here to rewrite it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The medicinal powder he handed over—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was not ordinary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been carefully concocted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Balanced in such a way that no scent could betray it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No trace could expose it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without tasting it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one would ever know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Poison.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian’s lips curved slightly as he walked down the street.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like feces...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You can see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>You can smell it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unless you taste it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How can you be absolutely certain?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought amused him more than it should have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the shop—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Something... disgusting?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manager Pang muttered under his breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His wrinkled hand rose instinctively to rub his bald head, fingers sliding over the smooth skin as he frowned deeply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Decades of experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Decades of craftsmanship.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This might be the strangest request he had ever received.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood there for a long moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calculating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying to interpret the meaning behind those words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Toward the restroom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A long, heavy silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...I see.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes sharpened with sudden understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A plan formed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not elegant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But effective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very effective.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some time later—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The restroom door creaked open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manager Pang stepped out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face was flushed red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not from exertion—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But from something far more... personal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He coughed lightly, adjusting his sleeves with forced dignity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if his dignity hadn’t just been sacrificed for the sake of \"Young Master Julian’s plan.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange feeling stirred in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had done such mischievous things as a child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Things he had long buried beneath years of discipline and professionalism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At this age—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was reliving it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A strange, ridiculous sense of nostalgia washed over him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Youth truly comes back in unexpected ways.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook his head, half amused, half embarrassed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But his hands didn’t stop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The work was done meticulously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The powder was shaped into pills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blended.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And hidden within the lion Gem statue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfectly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flawlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once everything was complete—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Manager Pang personally delivered the item to auction house.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No delegation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No shortcuts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This— Was not something he trusted to anyone else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two days passed in the blink of an eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time, like a quiet river, carried everything forward without pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And soon—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The day arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The auction was held at the Glass Villa, located in the suburbs of Valemont.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A place where mountains met water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where silence felt expensive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where every breath carried wealth and status.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The villa stood like a polished jewel—glass reflecting the sky, sunlight scattering across its surface like shards of gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was where the city’s elite came to indulge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To trade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To compete.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To reveal their ambitions behind polite smiles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian stepped out of his car.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air was crisp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cool.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carrying faint hints of greenery and distant water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He adjusted his coat slightly, golden eyes scanning the surroundings with quiet familiarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew this place well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost immediately—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voices greeted him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hello, Young Master Julian!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, Young Master Julian is here too?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you planning to buy today, Young Master Julian? It’s the first time I’ve seen you at an antique auction.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faces turned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smiles appeared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Polite.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some even eager.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian responded with a few nods, a few brief replies—his expression calm, effortless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after a few exchanges—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He grew bored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many people.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too many meaningless conversations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He slipped away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like he was never part of the crowd to begin with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside the villa—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dimmer lighting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soft murmurs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luxury wrapped in restraint.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Julian stepped through the main door—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood near the front rows, her long black hair falling over her shoulders, her posture straight, composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beside her—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A young man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Handsome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a devilish smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unsettling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That smile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It reminded Julian of something instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too annoying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only difference—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas’s smile tilted to the right.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Evan’s tilted to the left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the two were combined—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian almost snorted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It would look ridiculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For Lucas—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was his first time seeing Julian’s real face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So he didn’t react.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Didn’t recognize him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He simply kept smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Confident.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefree.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because to him—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The best way to kill someone...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was from the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clean strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fatal blow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No warning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was his specialty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian’s gaze lingered on him a moment longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>( This bastard... smiling just like Evan. )\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lips twitched slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>( If you put their mouths together and cross their eyes... damn, that would be something. )\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beside Lucas—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yana’s lips trembled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She heard it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That devilish smile she once ignored...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looked ridiculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost... broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like something was wrong with his face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze shifted subtly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cooler now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After taking her father to senior Miracle Doctor Ravenswood...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After hearing the truth...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After realizing how close they had come to disaster—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her anger had changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was no longer reckless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No longer impulsive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had become something colder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calculated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For two days—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had thought about nothing else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Revenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But rushing in blindly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would only lead to failure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she chose patience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let him relax.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let him believe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strike once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And end it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When Lucas suggested attending the auction to find medicinal herbs for her father—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She agreed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No guards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No witnesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just the two of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A perfect setup.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three of them stood within the same space—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet none acknowledged the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No greetings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No recognition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Intentional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian walked forward and took a seat in the front row.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His posture relaxed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost lazy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if nothing here truly mattered to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pulled out his phone and glanced at it casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quick check.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A quiet calculation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Today—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Scythe Division was not present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas had sent them away for other tasks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After being beaten by them last time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Resentment had already taken root in his heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not enough to suspect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because from his perspective—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They had done their job.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Followed his orders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beating—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was just a misunderstanding.\u003C\u002Fp>",1227,"2026-05-30T15:14:55.253Z","2026-06-01T04:31:33.482Z",1,"novelbin.me","dd13c587c9a1c76e0ec3e9cac84bffe5f0031f4be626e745a37f212cc2e6b509","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-185","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-183",232,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvillain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-cover.jpg"]