[{"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-68":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},560574,810,"Chapter 68: Games and Blood in the Air","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-68",68,"\u003Cp>Games and Blood in the Air\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liza Voss stayed close by, on her feet. Leaning back, Julian D’Aurelius watched her through a faint smile - hard to read, that look. His chair tilted slightly behind him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A finger brushed the wood, pause hanging like dust in air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"By the way,\" he said at last, tone casual but deliberate, \"the company plans to enter the gaming business soon. I need you to help with some research.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liza’s gaze tightened just a shade, barely noticeable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This man always had more beneath the surface. His actions unfolded like hidden paths, each step suggesting something else underneath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How should I research?\" she asked calmly, folding her hands in front of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Inside, she was certain he was setting another trap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian suddenly stood up and walked toward the massive wall-mounted television in the office. With a click, the screen flickered to life. He crouched down, switched on the sleek game console beneath it, and the room filled with colorful startup animations and digital sound effects.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gestured broadly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There are twenty-five games here. All of them are currently the best-selling titles on the market.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned his head slightly, golden eyes glinting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I hope you can complete all of them and send me a daily report.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liza blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He continued smoothly, almost generously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Also, the company provides free snacks and tea—milk, juice, coffee, whatever beverage you like. All takeout orders are reimbursed. Eat whatever you want.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He pointed to the rest area behind a glass partition—soft couch, reclining chair, a folded blanket neatly placed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"For now, just focus on this. If you get tired, take a nap in the office rest area. No problem.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liza stood there, momentarily dumbfounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was... the assignment?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, start playing then,\" Julian added, voice suddenly firm. \"Don’t slack off. There’s surveillance in the office. I can see everything.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gave her a look that was half warning, half teasing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he walked out with a smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door clicked shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A moment later, his departing thoughts brushed against her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Haha, it’s not suitable to transfer you elsewhere.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[To prevent you from causing trouble, I’ll just let you play games every day.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liza stared at the blank doorway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Speechless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slowly sat down in front of the large screen and picked up the controller.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this was his move, she would play along.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>August 3rd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Playing games.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The glow of the screen reflected in her black eyes. She defeated a final boss with mechanical precision and began taking structured notes on character monetization systems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>August 4th.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Playing games.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Empty snack wrappers piled up on the side table. She muttered under her breath while analyzing loot drop algorithms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is ridiculous...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>August 5th.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Playing games.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She paused mid-level and stared at the screen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Liza, what are you doing?\" she whispered to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers tightened on the controller.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You were sent here to investigate. To infiltrate. To dismantle the D’Aurelius Group.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shut off the screen abruptly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"How can you be so decadent? Have you finished your investigations? Have you gathered the core data? Have you traced financial pipelines? Have you found proof about your father?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence answered her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned the console back on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Just one more stage.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>August 6th.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Playing games.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>August 7th.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Playing games.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The routine became absurdly consistent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And somehow, humiliatingly comfortable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lunar Citadel.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Twelfth floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Room 1207.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At exactly 3:02 PM on August 9th, a female service staff member knocked gently on the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hello, guest? It’s been two hours past checkout time. Are you still there?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice echoed softly in the hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Checkout time had been 1 PM.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>According to hotel policy, if a guest remained two hours past checkout without response, staff were required to check the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knocked again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint hum of air conditioning could be heard through the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After several attempts, she hesitated, then used her key card.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door unlocked with a soft click.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air inside hit her like a blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Freezing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air conditioning was set absurdly low. Her breath almost fogged in front of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wrapped her arms around herself and stepped inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The curtains were drawn. The room was dim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bathroom light was on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She swallowed and walked toward it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she reached the doorway—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A naked woman lay in the bathtub.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The water had turned a deep, horrifying red.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For half a second, the world seemed silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A piercing scream tore down the hallway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Within minutes, the hotel’s internal medical staff rushed in. Gloves snapped into place. Equipment unpacked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They worked quickly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But after several tense minutes, one of them slowly shook his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s no use...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She’s gone.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>News of a suicide at Lunar Citadel spread with shocking speed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guests panicked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suitcases rolled across marble floors. Reservations were canceled. A crowd gathered at the front desk demanding immediate checkout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian arrived within half an hour.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he stepped into the lobby, the tension in the air was almost visible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The newly appointed general manager Amika, was already waiting, sweat faintly visible at his temples.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seeing Julian, he immediately bowed his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Young Master Julian, this is my fault. I just took over the hotel, and this happened.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice trembled slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The previous general manager had barely settled into his chair before being promoted. Now Amika had inherited this crisis.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If handled poorly, Lunar Citadel’s reputation would suffer irreversible damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian placed a hand on his shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s not your fault.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His tone was steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s the situation now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amika lowered his voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The scene has been sealed off. The police are investigating and collecting evidence. The preliminary judgment is suicide.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Suicide?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian frowned slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anyone who could afford to stay at Lunar Citadel was wealthy beyond ordinary standards.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>People often joked that money doesn’t buy happiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in truth—wealth granted options.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Escape routes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In all these years, not a single guest had ended their life here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who would choose to die in a place of silk sheets and crystal chandeliers?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amika glanced around and leaned closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But... the police found that a section of the victim’s hair was missing. There are signs she may have been assaulted. However, there’s no clear evidence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian’s eyes sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What about the surveillance?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The surveillance didn’t capture anyone entering or leaving her room.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That made his brows knit deeper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Very strange.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took out a cigarette, lit it slowly, and inhaled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smoke curled into the tense air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sat down, silent, analyzing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hair missing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Possible assault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No camera footage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And a luxury hotel suddenly stained by blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mind moved quickly, assembling fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A name surfaced in the darkness of his thoughts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Obsidian King’s loyal hound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian exhaled smoke slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was not suicide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a message.\u003C\u002Fp>",1155,"2026-05-30T15:14:55.253Z","2026-06-01T04:31:33.482Z",1,"novelbin.me","f3df46f0edbb04107e7622fe45ea61e2d959f3855066399b8d91f8102739aad6","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-69","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-67",232,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvillain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-cover.jpg"]