Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System-Chapter 108: The Storm Begins to Form

The Storm Begins to Form

After putting on his clothes, Julian felt like a gigolo who had finished his job and was ready to leave.

Warmth stayed in the guest room long after they left. A hint of perfume hung around - not gone, just waiting. Bianca’s bold flowers tangled with Gwen’s gentle sugar glow. That mix turned walls into confidants.

Fumbling with the fabric, Julian straightened his shirt and took a breath.

Footfalls barely marked the floor when he moved. Two paces broke the stillness before stopping short.

Yet Gwen broke the silence without delay.

"Go where? We still have something important to discuss."

Quiet settled into her voice, where moments before there’d been a playful sharpness. This was different - steady, measured, like words shaped by years of choosing paths that bent lives in quiet ways.

Back around spun Julian. He came to a halt.

Golden eyes jumped from one woman to the other.

"What is it?"

Now Gwen looked serious. Her face changed completely.

Out of nowhere, the lightness in her voice just faded away. A stillness settled in her blue eyes - like frost on glass - carrying the weight of someone who never learned to ask permission.

"Shouldn’t our three families join forces? Although I don’t know much about Evan, he seems to have a significant background, right?" Gwen said.

Footsteps soft on the floor, she moved to the window, words slipping between each step. Her arms crossed under her ribs, not tight, just resting there like they belonged. Outside, the yard wore moonlight, pale and still, and her eyes stayed fixed where the shadows pooled.

The night outside was quiet.

Too quiet.

She indeed didn’t know much about Evan.

But the little she had seen today was enough.

His strength.

His ruthlessness.

His ability to escape under impossible conditions.

All of it made one thing clear.

He was dangerous.

Letting him escape today meant the war wasn’t over. He had to be eliminated quickly.

Bianca leaned against the edge of the table nearby, crossing her long legs slowly.

Her crimson hair spilled over her shoulder like flowing wine.

"My De Dominicis Family must kill him," Bianca said coldly.

Her voice carried absolute certainty.

Her red eyes were like blades.

"Dare to plot against me? And even dare to target my precious family?"

Her fingers curled slightly against the table.

"This matter can’t be let go."

Julian watched the two women and suddenly felt a headache forming.

Just a few hours ago, he had been living a peaceful life.

Now?

Now he was standing in a room with two powerful heiresses plotting the downfall of a man who might as well be the protagonist of some ridiculous destiny story.

Inside his mind—

[I really just want to quietly earn my rewards.]

His lips twitched slightly.

But reality had other plans.

Earlier today he had practically humiliated Evan in front of everyone.

Almost beat the so-called Obsidian King to death.

At this point there was no going back.

Even if he tried to hide, Evan would never let him live peacefully again.

Julian rubbed his temple and let out a tired sigh.

"My D’Aurelius Family as well," Julian said with a bitter smile.

The words left his mouth almost reluctantly.

But they carried weight.

Inside his mind—

[Damn it... who would’ve thought I’d team up with the heroines to fight the Obsidian King?]

[What kind of strange plot is this? I can’t make sense of it.]

He scratched his head lightly.

[But it might not be a bad thing.]

His eyes narrowed slightly.

[Since I can’t hide anymore... let’s just do what needs to be done.]

Bianca nodded slowly.

The air in the room shifted.

Three powerful families.

Three forces that had ruled Valemont for decades.

Now united by a single enemy.

"Alright," Bianca said calmly.

Her mind had already shifted into strategic mode.

"From today on, we should spend some money to increase our security forces."

She began pacing slowly across the room as she spoke.

Her heels clicked softly against the wooden floor.

"Also, the three families should join forces to suppress the Bear Group. That company belongs to Evan."

Julian raised an eyebrow slightly.

So she had already investigated that.

Bianca continued.

"Currently, the security forces of our major families aren’t particularly strong."

She stopped near the table and tapped it lightly with her finger.

"The reason is simple."

She looked toward Julian and Gwen.

"Valemont has always been our territory."

Everyone knew about the four major families.

For decades they had ruled the city’s business and political world like silent emperors.

Anyone with a normal mind wouldn’t dare provoke them.

Those without a normal mind wouldn’t have the qualifications to provoke them either.

But now—

That stability had cracked.

Now that the situation had changed, they needed to hire some experts to ensure that Evan wouldn’t escape next time.

The combined power of the three families was terrifying.

Money.

Connections.

Influence.

At least, it wasn’t something the Bear Group could withstand.

Julian leaned against the wall quietly, listening.

For the first time, he felt like the story had truly begun.

...

Meanwhile.

Across the city.

More than twenty kilometers away.

A battered taxi finally rolled to a stop outside the gates of the Jones Estate.

Inside the taxi sat Evan.

He had barely managed to escape earlier.

The ride here had been miserable.

Every bump in the road had sent waves of pain through his body.

When the taxi stopped, he slowly opened the door.

The night air hit him.

Cool.

Sharp.

But just as he stepped out—

He suddenly froze.

His face darkened.

There was a problem.

Although he was wearing clothes...

He wasn’t wearing pants.

The earlier fight had destroyed them completely.

Now he was standing there in a shirt and... nothing else.

Seeing his own miserable state, his expression twisted with hatred.

He hated Julian to the core.

As for Gwen Valquin and Bianca De Dominicis...

His eyes darkened dangerously.

He was determined to have those two women.

He never let go of what he set his eyes on.

After thinking for a moment, he took off his jacket.

He tied it around his waist tightly.

The makeshift cover flapped slightly in the wind.

It wasn’t elegant.

But it worked.

Trying to maintain some dignity, Evan walked toward the gates of the Jones Estate.

The guards recognized him immediately.

But when they saw his condition—

Their expressions became extremely strange.

Still, none of them dared laugh.

Instead they quickly escorted him inside.

The people of the Jones Family were quite familiar with him.

Seeing his miserable state, they quickly took him to the Jones Family’s private hospital for treatment.

Doctors rushed around him immediately.

Bandages.

Disinfectant.

Medical equipment.

After some treatment, he was sent to a ward to recuperate.

The doctors concluded that it would take at least half a month for him to fully recover.

Now alone in the quiet hospital room, Evan stared at the ceiling.

His mind replayed everything that had happened.

Finally—

He understood.

The reason he failed to conquer Valemont wasn’t because of the four major families.

It was because of one person.

Julian D’Aurelius.

That useless second-generation wealthy brat.

Who would’ve thought he was hiding such depths?

Every time his plans were ruined...

It was connected to Julian.

His jaw tightened.

If he wanted to take over Valemont—

This person must be eliminated.

At that moment—

A series of footsteps echoed from the corridor.

The door opened slowly.

Hamsa Jones entered first.

Her long black hair flowed down her back, her dark eyes calm but observant.

Behind her walked an elderly woman.

Her hair was streaked gray and black, her posture dignified.

Hema Jones.

The current head of the Jones Family.

The Jones Family was a peculiar major family.

They had always been led by women.

Their daughters never married out.

Instead—

Men married into the family.

With the power of the Jones Family, countless men dreamed of such an opportunity.

Seeing Evan lying miserably on the hospital bed, Hema walked over with a gentle smile.

Her eyes carefully studied his condition.

"Evan, I heard you were injured? Is it serious?"

Her voice was calm and warm.

Evan forced a smile.

"Not too bad, just a minor injury."

His pride wouldn’t allow him to admit defeat.

Hema nodded slowly.

"As long as it’s not serious."

She placed her hands behind her back.

"Just rest well here for now. If you need anything, just tell the servants."

After exchanging a few pleasantries in the ward, Hema left with her granddaughter Hamsa.

The door closed softly behind them.

The corridor was quiet.

But the moment they walked away—

Hamsa’s expression changed.

A look of disdain appeared on her face.

She had already heard about what happened at the Valquin residence.

Evan’s methods?

She didn’t care.

In the business world and in power struggles, dirty tricks were normal.

As long as the job was done, it was a skill.

But failing so miserably—

Getting beaten like a dog...

Even losing his pants.

That was simply pathetic.

"Grandma," Hamsa said quietly.

"Do you still think he has the potential to become a true dragon among men?"

Hema sighed softly.

Her eyes looked thoughtful.

"Indeed... quite disappointing."

She shook her head slightly.

"He doesn’t even have half the brilliance of his master in his youth."

Back then his master had been a genius of unparalleled talent.

A man whose name shook entire regions.

How could such a legend produce a disciple like this?

Hema could not understand it.

Hamsa remained silent after hearing that.

Previously, when they learned Evan had come to Valemont, her grandmother had considered placing a bet on him.

But now...

That possibility was completely gone. 𝗳𝚛𝚎𝚎𝘄𝕖𝕓𝕟𝕠𝚟𝚎𝕝.𝗰𝕠𝐦

For the Jones Family—

Backing the wrong man was far more dangerous than choosing none at all.