[{"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-88":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},560594,810,"Chapter 88: Storm Beneath the Patriarch’s Roof","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-88",88,"\u003Cp>Storm Beneath the Patriarch’s Roof\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for today’s situation, it was naturally his doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ryan De Dominicis stood near the back of the room, half-hidden behind the others, watching the patriarch convulse on the bed. His face was arranged into a mask of worry, but beneath it, something cold flickered in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After Young Master Evan’s earlier plan had failed, he had given him another idea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To directly target the patriarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If the old lion fell, the throne would not sit empty for long. Succession would have to be decided immediately. And according to the family’s long-standing rules, authority still favored a male heir.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without the patriarch’s protection... Bianca would not be able to hold her power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Grandfather... don’t blame me for being ruthless. You were just too biased.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought brushed across Ryan’s mind like a guilty whisper. His fingers twitched at his sides. For a fleeting moment, shame rose in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then ambition crushed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Power was heavier than conscience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What should we do now? Should we call Senior Miracle Doctor Ravenswood—your grandfather—to try?\" Bianca asked bitterly, her voice cracking despite her effort to stay composed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her red hair fell messily around her shoulders. The confidence she usually carried like a crown had fractured into raw panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Miss. Amara Ravenswood shook her head slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I can’t find the problem, my grandfather probably won’t be able to either.\" Her brows knitted together. \"This situation is very troublesome... but there’s someone who can help me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who?\" Bianca asked instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Julian D’Aurelius.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The name landed like a stone in still water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amara remembered clearly—at the D’Aurelius household that day—when she overheard Julian’s inner thoughts. He had mastered the Miracle Medicine Record. He had reached divine insight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she couldn’t see the root of the illness... perhaps he could.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bianca didn’t hesitate. She didn’t question why a businessman should be summoned for a medical emergency. Her grandfather’s life mattered more than logic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She immediately dialed Julian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the D’Aurelius Group headquarters, Julian was in his office—controller in hand, leaning back in his leather chair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Across from him sat Liza Voss.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore oversized headphones, long black hair cascading down her shoulders, fingers flying across a mechanical keyboard as she read out financial reports between his rounds of gameplay.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Quarterly margin—up 3.2 percent... wait, boss, you’re pushing mid again? That’s reckless.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian smirked. \"Reckless wins games.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On-screen explosions reflected in his golden eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liza barely moved from her seat these days. From morning till night, she appeared diligent—reporting data, analyzing spreadsheets, organizing files.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And ordering takeout.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three cups of milk tea already lined the edge of her desk today. Half-eaten fries. A box of spicy noodles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked like a lazy, sugar-fueled nerd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Julian knew better.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was acting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every quiet keystroke... every obedient \"yes, boss\"... it was a performance. She wanted him comfortable. Distracted. Vulnerable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Let her steal whatever she wanted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already altered everything important.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His phone vibrated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bianca.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian’s relaxed expression sharpened instantly. He answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s up?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where are you now? I’ll send a helicopter to pick you up. My grandfather is in critical condition. Please come quickly.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was trembling. Urgent. Fractured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian could almost see her eyes—red and glassy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stood up immediately, controller dropping onto the desk.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m at the company. Have the helicopter pick me up on the rooftop.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m at the company. Have the helicopter pick me up on the rooftop.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He ended the call and grabbed his jacket.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Liza, I’ve got work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinked, startled. \"Work? Now?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emergency.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was already moving toward the door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liza watched him leave, narrowing her dark eyes slightly. Something serious...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the rooftop, wind whipped against Julian’s coat as he waited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Old Master De Dominicis suddenly collapsing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That wasn’t in the original storyline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the novel’s timeline, the patriarch stayed healthy until the end.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another deviation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The helicopter blades roared above him, slicing the evening sky. He boarded without hesitation, sitting back as the city lights blurred beneath them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared out the window, jaw tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plot had already fractured. He couldn’t rely on memory anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He would have to think for himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>-----------\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The helicopter descended onto the De Dominicis—estate lawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bianca was already waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her red hair was slightly disheveled. Her eyes were rimmed crimson.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For once, the proud heiress looked small.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian stepped toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Don’t worry. The patriarch is blessed. He’ll be fine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice was steady. Low.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bianca gave a small nod, her throat moving as she forced down the lump. \"Alright - just get here fast,\" she said, voice low\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers closed around his, icy in a way he hadn’t felt before, yanking him through the doorway without a word. Then silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mansion felt suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scent of incense pressed down, mixed with unease. Down the hallways, relatives stood quiet, their stillness edged with strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Far past the doorway, Amara moved needles into skin. A quiet rhythm filled the room where light fell across the bed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Shimmering under the lamp, fine silver needles lined up where her fingers moved without pause - steady over his chest, then down along the stomach. Each placement followed the last, quiet, deliberate, part of a rhythm only she seemed to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even without spotting the source, managing the symptoms fell right into her range.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He gasped for air, uneven and thin. White as paper. Under the covers, his body a slight shake ran through him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All eyes shifted to Julian as he entered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some suspicious. Some desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why is he here?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"He’s not a doctor...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian ignored them. He stepped closer to Amara.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s wrong with the patriarch?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amara didn’t look up immediately. Sweat beaded along her temple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can’t identify the problem right now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was tight. Controlled—but strained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m planning to use the Thirteen Veins Severing Reversal Technique for treatment... and I need your assistance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The room fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the faint hum of the medical equipment seemed to pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Julian’s golden eyes darkened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, it had come to this.\u003C\u002Fp>",1007,"2026-05-30T15:14:55.253Z","2026-06-01T04:31:33.482Z",1,"novelbin.me","be5557ca62e07f32aea2fac2f502e67b1d5b82814c7f6ab7134ebb0314f9e8ae","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-89","villain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-chapter-87",232,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fvillain-of-fate-the-tyrant-system-cover.jpg"]