Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System-Chapter 71: A Move on the Chessboard

A Move on the Chessboard

Finding himself by surprise the owner of everything around him, Bear stood still after Julian D’Aurelius walked out alongside Amika. The room, once shared, belonged to him now under law. Silence filled corners where voices had just been. Not a sound followed their exit. His hands stayed at his sides. Paperwork on the desk showed new names in print.

A hush fell across the space, just for a breath.

Then -

A slow grin spread, then settled on his lips.

Over by the tall glass wall, he moved closer. Beyond it, the buildings of Valemont caught the weak sunlight, glowing faintly. Down beneath, vehicles slid forward, narrow ribbons of metal winding through streets. Quiet filled the scene from above.

From his pocket came the phone, then he pressed the numbers.

The line connected almost instantly.

"Obsidian King," Bear said respectfully, lowering his voice, "the retaliation against Lunar Citadel is complete. I forced that Julian kid to sell the hotel to us for five billion Euro."

He stood near the floor-to-ceiling window of the office, the city lights reflecting faintly across the glass. One hand rested in his coat pocket while the other held the phone close to his ear. His posture was calm, but there was a quiet satisfaction in his voice.

On the other end, Evan’s voice carried a trace of amusement.

"Oh?"

The single word lingered for a moment, as if he were picturing the scene.

The place where he had been humiliated.

The lobby where eyes had mocked him.

Now under his control.

Bear allowed himself a small breath through his nose. The memory of that day was still clear in his mind—the arrogance on Julian’s face, the dismissive laughter from the surrounding crowd. Back then, Evan had walked out without saying much.

But Bear knew his king well enough.

Silence never meant forgiveness.

Bear continued, tone steady. "He resisted at first, but I made him understand reality."

For a brief moment, the memory replayed in his head—Julian’s confidence crumbling, the sweat on his forehead when the numbers, pressure, and consequences were laid out in front of him.

Not threats.

Just... facts.

Some people folded quickly once they realized how small they actually were.

Evan let out a low chuckle.

Five billion for a landmark property worth far more.

Julian had been cornered.

There had been no real negotiation. Only the illusion of one.

"You did well on this matter," Evan said lazily. "But this is just a bit of interest."

His voice was relaxed, almost bored, yet Bear straightened slightly at the words. He knew what that tone meant.

This wasn’t the end.

Not even close.

The real reckoning hadn’t arrived yet.

Bear nodded instinctively, even though Evan couldn’t see him.

"Understood."

His tone shifted, colder.

"By the way... what about that guy named Cillian?"

The memory of being reprimanded publicly still burned.

A mere dog of the D’Aurelius Family dared bark at him.

He had to die.

Bear didn’t hesitate.

"I’ve already had someone investigate. He flew to Africa a few days ago."

Evan’s eyes narrowed slightly.

"Send someone to kill him. Anyone who insults me must die."

His voice was calm.

Too calm.

After the call ended, Evan put away his phone.

A wicked smile curved across his lips.

After suffering setbacks in Valemont, he finally tasted a little victory.

But this—

This was merely the appetizer. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Liza Voss—had already provided him with confidential data from the D’Aurelius Group. Other traps were also in motion.

The entire Valemont was just a chessboard.

And he was the one moving the pieces.

—

Valemont, West Side of the City.

Police Station.

Inside a quiet office bathed in cold fluorescent light, a woman sat in front of a computer screen.

Charlotte Bonds.

She was the kind of beauty that didn’t need effort to command attention.

Long azure hair fell smoothly down her back like silk brushed with moonlight. Under the white office lighting, it shimmered faintly blue, framing her face in a cool halo.

Her features were sharp yet elegant—arched brows, bright teal eyes that carried both clarity and stubborn resolve. A straight, refined nose. Lips naturally full and soft pink, usually pressed into a firm line when she concentrated.

Her uniform hugged her figure with disciplined precision.

The fitted police jacket outlined her E-cup curves without vulgarity—professional, controlled, powerful. Beneath that, a narrow waist defined the line of her body, tapering smoothly before widening into full, rounded hips.

Her long legs, toned and firm beneath the dark uniform trousers, crossed slightly under the desk as she leaned forward toward the monitor.

Voluptuous, yes.

But it was her presence that truly struck.

Focused.

Unyielding.

Right now, frustration flickered in her eyes.

The Lunar Citadel case from a few days ago was still under investigation.

Officially ruled as suicide.

But Charlotte knew better.

It was homicide.

Every instinct in her body screamed it.

And yet—

No evidence.

No surveillance anomalies.

No fingerprints.

Nothing.

Days passed while her eyes stayed locked on the pages. Yet nothing changed about how she sat, still fixed in place.

A small squeeze came from her hand on the mouse.

"Captain Bonds," a young policeman said gently as he approached, holding a folder. "Do you want to take a break? You didn’t rest well last night, did you?"

Her eyes stayed on the floor.

"It’s fine," she replied, voice calm but firm. "Why sleep long in life when there’s eternal rest in death?"

Forward she slid the cup, nothing left inside. It reached him across the table.

"Make me another cup of black coffee."

A brief pause came over the junior officer, worry showing just once in his expression.

"Alright."

He walked away, heart heavy.

Captain Charlotte was too dedicated.

Too relentless.

If only she could relax once in a while.

Maybe smile.

Maybe even notice him.

When the coffee was brought back, she took it without thanks—though not out of arrogance. Her mind was elsewhere.

She took a sip.

The bitterness spread across her tongue.

Her teal eyes sharpened instantly.

Then—

Her laptop beeped.

A sharp, clean notification.

Charlotte’s gaze snapped to the screen.

An email.

Sent to her private inbox.

Not the official station account.

Her breathing slowed.

Her intuition stirred.

This wasn’t random.

She opened it.

As she scanned the content, her pupils contracted.

The email mentioned Lunar Citadel.

But not the murder case.

Drugs.

Detailed transaction routes. Storage locations. Financial links.

The amount involved was staggering.

Her pulse quickened.

If this was real—

Then the so-called "suicide" might just be the tip of something far bigger.

Charlotte stood up abruptly, chair scraping lightly against the floor.

"Quick," she said sharply, voice cutting through the room. "Call Director Walker over."

The atmosphere in the office shifted instantly.

Something had just changed.

And somewhere across the city—

The chessboard had just gained a new player.