Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System-Chapter 98: The Sun That Shouldn’t Shine
The Sun That Shouldn’t Shine
With a fearful expression, Rex Valquin looked at Evan and spoke, his pride completely shattered.
"I was wrong earlier. Please, young man, save my family!"
His voice carried the weight of a patriarch bowing to someone he had dismissed minutes ago.
Everyone’s eyes turned to Evan.
Some were desperate.
Some ashamed.
Some clinging to hope like drowning men reaching for driftwood.
From the side, Julian D’Aurelius watched the scene unfold and let out a quiet sigh in his heart.
(Step aside, he’s about to show off!)
His golden eyes flickered faintly.
(Take out the talisman to dispel the malevolent energy, then take away the Golden Angel status that was deliberately sold to the Valquin family.)
(This malevolent energy comes from that Golden Angel status.)
(It was cultivated by soaking the Golden Angel status in the blood of stillborns and infants for seven days.)
(If you smash the Golden Angel status, the person who set this up will also suffer backlash.)
Gwen Valquin’s pupils shrank violently.
Golden Angel status?
Recently, Mike had indeed brought back a so-called sacred relic—a Golden Angel status statue. He had claimed it was blessed by a high monk and personally consecrated.
Her nails dug into her palm.
So that was it.
"Of course," he said, almost warmly. "You are my friend. The Valquin family’s problem is my problem too."
Suppressing her rising fury, she looked at Evan and said softly, her voice steady despite the chaos.
"Mr. Evan, please help us."
Evan’s lips curved slightly.
"Of course," he said, almost warmly. "You are my friend. The Valquin family’s problem is my problem too."
The smile didn’t quite reach his eyes.
He reached into his pocket and drew out the Heavenly Father Blessings wing shape talisman.
The paper was old, slightly yellowed.
He bit his fingertip without hesitation and let a drop of blood fall onto it.
The talisman trembled.
A faint white light began to glow from its surface.
The gray mist in the hall reacted violently—like iron drawn to a magnet.
It shrieked silently and rushed toward the talisman.
The temperature dropped sharply.
Wind howled through closed windows.
The mist twisted, compressed, condensed—
And was absorbed entirely into the talisman.
Within seconds, the hall cleared.
Air returned to normal.
The suffocating pressure vanished.
Evan flicked his sleeve.
"A trivial malevolent energy," he said arrogantly. "Easily dispelled."
The hall fell silent.
Then—
A wave of admiration.
Even the previously skeptical Exorcists stared at him in shock.
No matter how boastful he sounded—
His skills were undeniable.
He had solved what none of them could.
Even Togou had failed miserably.
But—
Crack.
A thin fracture appeared across the talisman.
Evan’s smile froze.
Crack.
Another line.
Then—
Shatter.
The talisman exploded into fragments in his hand.
The gray mist burst out violently—thicker than before.
Darker.
Heavier.
The entire hall was swallowed in suffocating gray.
People began coughing.
Several Valquin elders staggered backward, clutching their chests.
One servant collapsed to her knees.
Gwen felt the warmth of her talisman grow stronger in her hand—but even she felt pressure building now.
Evan’s expression changed.
What was going on?
His brows furrowed.
Had he miscalculated?
Had the malevolent energy been nurtured too deeply?
Julian’s inner voice echoed again.
(Damn, this isn’t how the plot was supposed to go.)
(Shouldn’t he have resolved it in one go with the talisman?)
(What went wrong?)
Even Julian was confused now.
The original plot had never deviated here.
At that moment—
Zain suddenly stood up.
His black Tailor-style suit swayed as he stepped forward.
He looked at Evan with obvious disdain.
"I thought you were capable," he said coldly, "but it turns out you not only failed to solve the problem—you made it worse."
His words sliced through the fog.
All eyes shifted toward Evan.
Admiration turned to suspicion.
Suspicion turned to anger.
This so-called expert had made things worse.
Evan’s face darkened when he saw Zain.
A realization struck him.
The item he bought—
Was it wrong?
Had someone switched it?
Was Zain setting him up?
Or was someone else pulling strings behind the curtain?
He didn’t know.
And that uncertainty gnawed at him.
Zain did not linger on him further.
Instead, he turned toward the panicking crowd.
"Everyone, don’t panic," he said loudly.
"This man is useless—but our Young Master Julian is highly skilled. This minor malevolent energy is nothing to him."
"∑(°口°?)!!!"
Julian’s eyes widened.
(How did I become highly skilled?)
(How am I supposed to dispel this?)
(Old Zain, be a decent person. Even as a snitch, you can’t go this far. I don’t know how to handle this!)
Julian was genuinely bewildered.
His heart pounded.
This was not part of the script.
But—
The crowd was already looking at him.
Hopeful.
Desperate.
As if he were the only candle left in a collapsing temple.
Mike Valquin, head throbbing, staggered toward him.
"Brother," he said hoarsely, gripping Julian’s arm. "If you can save my family, please do it now."
His eyes were bloodshot.
He finally understood.
Why Julian had once assured him that everything would be solved today.
His brother had a hidden ace.
Of course he did.
Julian was always capable of the impossible.
Zain grabbed Julian’s sleeve and pulled him toward the center of the hall.
Julian’s mind was blank.
Completely blank.
Then—
Heat.
A sudden warmth in his pocket.
He froze.
Slowly, he reached inside.
And pulled out—
A Heavenly Father Blessings wing shape talisman.
He didn’t know when it had been placed there.
He didn’t remember carrying one.
But it was there.
And—
It was already activated.
A drop of blood shimmered faintly at its center.
Golden light began to radiate outward.
Bright.
Pure.
Unyielding.
Julian stood there, stunned, holding the talisman.
The golden light expanded around him like a rising sun.
The gray mist rushed toward him violently—
But the moment it touched the golden light—
It melted.
Evaporated.
Dissolved into nothingness.
Julian, standing in the center of the hall—
Looked like a human-shaped sun.
