Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System-Chapter 36: The Plan That Shifted

The Plan That Shifted

Lina Ashford hesitated for a brief moment before replying.

"They didn’t drink much," she said evenly into the phone, her voice calm and measured. "But they were hugging and holding each other. Selene Aurevale seemed very proactive."

On the other end of the line, Evan’s breathing grew sharp.

"Impossible!" he roared. "Selene only has me in her heart. How could she be close to another man? Keep an eye on her and protect her, understand?"

His voice carried possessiveness—almost paranoia.

Lina’s fingers tightened slightly around the steering wheel. Once, that intensity had moved her. Now, it only grated.

"How about this, Obsidian King?" she suggested smoothly. "Should I change the plan and infiltrate the D’Aurelius household to get closer to Julian D’Aurelius? That way, I can better protect Selene."

The words were carefully chosen.

In truth, she had already lost interest in continuing the mission against Mike Valquin.

She wanted to get closer to Julian.

She wanted to hear more.

That man had casually revealed secrets about Obsidian Wing that even she didn’t fully understand. Information she had been unknowingly searching for.

"Fine. Change the plan," Evan ordered without much hesitation. "The Valquin household can wait. Remember—don’t let him touch my woman. Got it?"

His voice carried the arrogance of someone accustomed to control.

He was currently dressed in a security uniform, a walkie-talkie clipped to his belt, patrolling a luxury residential community in Valemont.

After leaving the De Dominicis residence earlier, he had rushed over to start this new job.

Yes—this was also his usual method.

Approach with a humble identity.

Blend in.

Let the women look down on him first.

Then reveal his overwhelming strength and hidden status, making them curious, fascinated, unable to look away.

It had worked countless times.

But just as he finished issuing his command, a patrol bike screeched to a stop beside him.

A heavyset man climbed off, face flushed with irritation.

It was the community’s security manager—Avil.

Manager Avil walked over without hesitation and kicked Evan hard in the backside.

The impact echoed faintly in the quiet courtyard.

"Newbie, are you brain-dead?" Manager Avil snapped. "Who allowed you to shout on the phone during work hours?"

"And what’s this nonsense about ’touching your woman’? Did someone steal your doll?"

Evan’s fists clenched instantly.

The kick wasn’t strong. 𝚏𝗿𝗲𝐞𝚠𝕖𝐛𝗻𝗼𝐯𝕖𝚕.𝚌𝗼𝗺

But the humiliation burned.

A mere security manager.

Dare to lay hands on the mighty Obsidian King?

If this were outside Japan—no, outside this carefully constructed identity—the man would already be a corpse.

But for the sake of the plan...

For Selene.

He swallowed it.

"Manager Avil," he said stiffly, forcing composure, "the company allows us to take calls during work hours."

"The company also damn well says subordinates can’t talk back to their superiors."

"I’m not talking back. I’m reasoning with you."

"Reason my ass. If you don’t want to work, get lost, idiot."

Manager Avil spat on the ground and rode off arrogantly, the patrol bike’s engine fading into the night.

Evan stood there, shoulders trembling faintly.

His jaw locked.

Once his wooing plan succeeded...

Once Selene was firmly in his grasp...

Manager Avil would be the first to die.

Julian D’Aurelius could wait.

Meanwhile, inside her car, Lina ended the call.

Her expression was unreadable.

After listening to Julian’s words earlier, something inside her had shifted.

It was as if a veil had been lifted.

The Obsidian King—so grand, so decisive, so heroic in her memories—now seemed smaller.

Petty.

A man willing to degrade himself into countless disguises just to manipulate women.

Did such a man truly deserve to lead Obsidian Wing?

Her purple eyes darkened.

Without another thought, she started the engine.

Back inside MoonDrift Club, neon lights still flickered against polished marble floors.

When Julian returned to the number one high platform, he froze.

Selene Aurevale was slumped over the table.

Her long black hair spilled across the surface like ink. One delicate hand dangled loosely at her side. Her breathing was slow, uneven.

She was out.

Yes.

Her alcohol tolerance was painfully low.

Less than three drinks.

And she was already done.

Mike Valquin stood nearby, arms crossed, staring at her in disbelief.

When he saw Julian approach, he blinked exaggeratedly.

"Damn, bro," Mike said, eyes wide. "You finished in three minutes?"

Julian shot him a look.

"Finish your ass," he muttered. "I didn’t even start. I sent her away. That woman is very dangerous. Stay away from her in the future, got it?"

His tone carried an unusual seriousness.

After inheriting this body, Julian had also inherited its memories.

And within those memories—

Genuine brotherhood.

Mike’s death in the original storyline had been unjust.

Just another stepping stone for Evan’s rise.

From one angle, the protagonist’s conquest looked glorious.

From another—

It was simply elimination.

Mike grinned casually. "Alright, bro. Whatever you say."

He didn’t ask for details.

Women were everywhere.

He could always find another.

He glanced at Selene, then back at Julian.

"What now?"

Julian exhaled slowly.

"I’ll take her back."

He crouched slightly and studied Selene’s face.

Even unconscious, she looked stubborn.

Her lashes were damp—perhaps from earlier tears.

Her cheeks held a faint flush, soft and almost... cute.

She had forced herself to drink.

Forced herself to stay.

Just to act.

"Idiot," he muttered under his breath.

If she couldn’t handle alcohol, why push so hard?

Did she really need to go all out for a performance?

For a fleeting moment—

A dangerous thought flickered.

If he took advantage of her now...

Wouldn’t the Obsidian King become the biggest cuckold in history?

Julian imagined Evan’s expression.

That hit the spot - just enough. Not bad at all.

After that, a quick jerk moved his head sideways.

No.

Better to survive.

Fighting the main character for a woman’s attention ended badly every time.

Bending low, he eased Selene up onto his shoulders. Then she settled into place behind him.

Her body touched his, then everything stopped.

Soft.

Warm.

A warmth, impossible to ignore, leaned into his spine - his body reacted before he could stop it. A quiet tremor ran through him then.

Fingers grazed just below his collar, her arms draping slow across his shoulders.

A sharp tang of liquor tangled through the air, laced by something softer. That sweetness curled close, a whisper of petals barely held together. It pulled at memory without asking.

A soft press of her face, leaning on him near the collarbone. The fabric of his shirt brushed her skin, quiet and still.

Almost asleep, she let out a mumbled sound while pulling closer without thinking.

It wasn’t seductive.

It was... vulnerable.

Julian swallowed.

The music behind them continued to throb.

Neon lights blurred in his vision.

For the first time that night—

He felt something dangerously close to hesitation.