Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System-Chapter 86: Wings of Light, Wings of Ruin

Wings of Light, Wings of Ruin

Why did that sound familiar?

A few seconds later, realization struck Zain like a spark catching dry grass.

Evan.

Wasn’t that the man President Cillian had mentioned in the Hello mesanger group chat recently?

The one who dared to compete with Young Master Julian for a woman?

Zain’s eyes flickered subtly.

So it was him.

He had heard the gossip clearly. That bastard had dared to stand in front of Young Master Julian and contend for affection. And after President Cillian deliberately made things difficult for him, he was "promoted" and sent abroad as a regional manager.

A polite exile.

Zain’s lips curled slowly.

Could it be... heaven was giving him a chance?

He glanced toward the glass display case where the Heavenly Father Blessings Wing Shape Talisman rested quietly beneath warm lighting.

He smiled knowingly, already understanding the deeper meaning in Julian’s earlier words.

"So," he said in a low voice when Julian had still been there, "you want to set a trap for this guy, right?"

Julian had merely looked at him calmly.

"And mark up the price," Julian added evenly. "Make it 30 million."

Zain had blinked at that. Thirty million Euro.

But then he understood.

Evan had to obtain this prop. The plot demanded it.

But that didn’t mean he should obtain it cheaply.

Taking some money from this self-proclaimed Obsidian King for "charity" wasn’t a bad idea either.

"Don’t worry, Young Master Julian, I got it."

Zain patted his chest firmly, eyes gleaming with anticipation.

"Alright, I’ll leave it to you then."

Julian had given him a thumbs-up before leaving.

The Valquin household plot had to proceed.

Once Evan resolved their Black Magic disturbance, Julian would expose him from behind the curtain.

Head-on confrontation? Suicide.

But from the shadows?

That was a different story.

After Julian left the shop, Zain wasted no time.

He unlocked the glass case and carefully removed the Heavenly Father Blessings Wing Shape Talisman.

The jade was cool against his palm.

He had personally acquired this pair years ago from a private collection in Eastern Europe. There were two in total—twin wings carved from the same vein of ancient jade.

One wing carried a solar pattern—its energy radiant, dispersing darkness.

The other bore a lunar pattern—subtle, inward, absorbing and nurturing shadow.

Light and shadow.

Not yin and yang.

But wings of blessing... and wings of corruption.

Having worked in Ancient Pull for over thirty years, Zain understood such artifacts well.

He knew the true purpose of the Heavenly Father Blessings wings.

"So that guy named Evan wants to buy this to deal with Black Magic?"

Zain muttered to himself.

Then he chuckled.

He fetched a wooden box from beneath the counter and opened it.

Inside lay the second wing talisman—the lunar twin. Identical in appearance to the solar wing, but carved with faint inward spirals instead of outward rays.

The solar wing expelled malevolent energy.

The lunar wing... cultivated it.

If placed in a location already saturated with heavy Black Magic...

Hehehe.

The thought alone made his shoulders tremble with quiet laughter.

Carefully, he swapped them.

The lunar wing went into the display case.

The solar wing returned to the box.

Then he adjusted the price tag.

30,000,000 Euro.

He stepped back, admired his work, and returned to the counter, cracking sunflower seeds with casual ease.

Now he simply had to wait.

And watch the fool who dared compete with Young Master Julian fall into his own trap.

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About half an hour later, the bell above the shop door chimed softly.

Evan walked in.

His black hair was neat. His posture confident. His eyes sharp and calculating.

He strolled through the shop as if browsing casually, but his gaze moved with purpose.

Soon enough, he stopped in front of the Heavenly Father Blessings Wing Shape Talisman display case.

When he had entered earlier with Gwen Valquin, he had already noticed this artifact.

He recognized it instantly as a powerful object capable of suppressing concentrated Black Magic.

Originally, he hadn’t needed external objects.

He could resolve the Valquin household’s issue himself.

But he had underestimated one thing.

The Valquin ancestral estate’s geomantic structure—designed centuries ago by European ecclesiastical architects—had a powerful energy-gathering pattern.

Wind converged. Water pooled.

After he subtly altered the spiritual alignment, the corrupted energy had accumulated at an exaggerated rate.

Too fast. Too dense.

In this case, he required an artifact to stabilize the situation before stepping in as savior.

But when he saw the price tag, his expression stiffened.

Thirty million.

His hand slammed against the glass.

"Are you robbing people?" he barked. "This thing is priced at 30 million? Did you add two extra zeros by mistake?"

The crack of his palm echoed through the shop. Dust trembled on the shelves.

Zain slowly rose from behind the counter, brushing seed shells off his hands. His smile was mild—almost grandfatherly.

"Boss, we’re not ripping you off," he said calmly. "This is something we acquired last month."

He walked over and gestured lightly toward the talisman.

"This piece comes from the tomb of a devout prince from the early Austro-Hungarian empire. A deeply religious man. The wing motif represents divine guardianship. The price is already very reasonable."

Evan’s eyes narrowed.

"Don’t give me that," he said coldly. "I know more about these things than you do. One word—500,000. Take it or leave it?"

His voice was flat. Unyielding.

One of the things he hated most in life was being overcharged.

Especially by merchants who thought they were clever.

Zain’s smile thinned just slightly.

"Friend," he said, shaking his head gently, "don’t joke around. Yesterday, a Black Magic consultant from Vienna said this was a rare sacred artifact. He’s coming tomorrow to buy it."

He shrugged.

"If you want it, take it. If not, forget it. I can sell it to anyone."

He turned as if to walk away.

Evan’s expression shifted.

Someone else wanted it?

His mind calculated quickly.

If another practitioner obtained it first, he would lose a convenient tool. Worse—he might lose momentum in conquering the Valquin household.

Thirty million was outrageous.

But compared to billions in assets?

A trivial cost.

After a long breath, he gritted his teeth.

"Alright, alright," he snapped. "Wrap it up for me."

He pulled out his card and slapped it onto the counter.

"This thing is expensive," he muttered under his breath, "but it’s nothing compared to what I’ll gain."

Once he controlled the Valquin household, their fortune would be his.

Zain’s smile returned instantly—bright and efficient.

"Of course, boss."

He packed the lunar wing talisman carefully in silk wrapping, placed it in a carved wooden box, and handed it over respectfully.

Evan took it without another word and left the shop.

The doorbell chimed once more.

Silence followed.

Zain’s warm smile slowly faded.

His expression turned cold.

He spat lightly onto the ground and snorted.

"(￣▽￣) With this kind of trash, you think you can compete with our Young Master Julian? You’re asking for death!"