Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System-Chapter 52: The Man Who Would Not Kneel
The Man Who Would Not Kneel
They looked at Evan in horror, not understanding what had just happened.
The two guards were still on the ground, palms scraping against the stone pavement as they tried to regain balance. They hadn’t felt pain at first—only a strange, elastic force that had pushed them away like leaves caught in a gust of wind.
The Aurevale Household members were equally stunned.
This man... such impressive skill?
What’s his real identity?
Footsteps paused where the air stood still after sundown.
A twist tugged at one corner of his mouth when Evan noticed their stunned faces. Without rushing, he adjusted his collar, posture shifting like a secret settling into place. This was not bragging. More like knowing - knowing that laws others followed never really applied to him.
"I wanted to keep a low profile," he said lazily, his voice carrying across the marble steps. "But you all look down on me too much."
A shadow passed across his eyes as he looked at them, cold and measuring. Each face held only as long as it took to weigh its worth.
"Today, I’ll show you that the D’Aurelius Household is nothing but ants in front of me."
The word ants lingered in the air.
"I, Evan, am the true Obsidian King and the worthy son-in-law of the Aurevale Household. What does a waste like Julian D’Aurelius have to compare with me?"
Selene Aurevale’s eyes hardened instantly.
Her long black hair framed her delicate face, blue eyes colder than frost. The evening light traced the elegant curves of her figure—the natural rise of her C-cup breasts beneath her silk blouse, the narrowness of her waist, the quiet strength in her thick thighs. She stood straight, proud, not shrinking even when power radiated from him.
He dared to compare himself to Julian.
A flicker of irritation stirred inside her.
"Three days from now is Selena’s birthday," Evan continued boldly, mispronouncing her name slightly but pretending confidence. "I’ll host her birthday banquet."
His chin lifted.
"I’ll book the top floor of the Lunar Citadel and give her the best birthday party!"
Murmurs broke out among the Aurevale members.
He wasn’t done.
"Besides that, I’ll give the Aurevale Household a big gift."
He paused deliberately, enjoying their attention.
"You’ve been secretly planning to secure the Azure Crest Development Zone in the west of the city, right?"
The words hit like a stone dropped into still water.
"I’ll get it for you."
The courtyard went quiet.
Azure Crest Development Zone.
That land had been under tight government scrutiny for months. Multiple major families had tried to obtain inside information and failed. It was rumored that whoever secured it would control the next industrial expansion wave in Valemont.
Evan folded his hands behind his back.
He had originally intended to move carefully, to hide his strength while weaving connections quietly.
But Selene’s coldness.
The Aurevale Household’s disdain.
It irritated him.
What’s there to fear about the D’Aurelius Household?
If it were overseas, destroying them would be a matter of one night.
Once, a family far wealthier than the D’Aurelius Household had offended him.
The Obsidian Wing sent just eight elite members.
In one night—
That family vanished from the map.
He had watched the report come in while drinking coffee.
So from now on, he would reveal his strength gradually.
Let Valemont know who truly stood above them.
"Is this guy crazy?"
A younger Aurevale cousin scoffed loudly.
"Who has the number for a mental hospital? Get this guy admitted."
Another laughed.
"I’ve never seen someone brag so much. Booking the top floor of the Lunar Citadel? You wish!"
"Ha! If you can get that Azure Crest land we couldn’t, I’ll lick your shoes."
The mockery echoed through the courtyard.
They looked at Evan like he was a performer who had overstayed his stage time.
Two years ago, for Selene’s birthday—
Julian D’Aurelius himself had approached the owner of the Lunar Citadel. He had offered three billion Euro to reserve the top floor.
Three billion.
With the influence of the D’Aurelius Household behind him.
The answer had been a calm refusal.
"Rules cannot be broken unless you purchase the hotel outright."
Even the D’Aurelius Household could not bypass that rule.
If they couldn’t do it—
Who was this man to claim he could?
Evan merely smiled coldly.
He reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a folded document.
Without ceremony, he tossed it toward Shan Aurevale.
"See for yourselves if I can or not."
The paper fluttered in the air.
Shan caught it instinctively.
His brows furrowed as he read.
Then his pupils contracted.
It was a classified development projection file.
The Azure Crest land.
Two additional plots scheduled for phased release later this year.
Pricing structures.
Internal evaluation notes.
This level of information was not public.
"How...?" Shan’s voice dropped.
In business, information was blood.
With this—
If the Aurevale Household moved early, profits could reach hundreds of billions.
The other members crowded around, their expressions shifting from ridicule to calculation.
This man...
Might actually hold real power.
If they allied with the D’Aurelius Household, would they gain such benefits?
Probably not.
Family interest weighed heavier than personal emotion.
Their eyes began to change.
But Selene did not waver.
She did not look at the document.
She looked at him.
She felt no gratitude.
Only annoyance.
He thinks power equals entitlement.
Her voice cut cleanly through the murmurs.
"Fine. You said it."
Everyone turned to her.
"If you can’t do it," she said evenly, "don’t bother me again."
The top floor of the Lunar Citadel was impossible to book.
She was certain.
When he failed—
He would lose face.
Even if he succeeded...
She would still reject him.
Her expression did not soften.
"Deal," Evan replied without hesitation.
He looked around arrogantly.
"With me as the Obsidian King and worthy son-in-law, the Aurevale Household will become the second major family in Valemont!"
The statement hung grandly in the air.
Then he turned and walked away.
His steps were unhurried, confident, as though the path before him was already paved.
Behind him, laughter broke out again—lighter this time, but mixed with curiosity.
"This is interesting."
"Yes. Let’s see if he can actually do it."
"If he can, it wouldn’t be bad..."
Voices lowered.
Calculations began.
Selene stood silent.
Her eyes followed his retreating figure only for a moment.
Then she turned away.
Three days.
If he fails, this ends.
If he succeeds—
Her jaw tightened.
It still ends.
After leaving the Aurevale estate gates, Evan had not walked far when a sleek obsidian luxury sedan—long-bodied, tinted windows, silent engine—glided to a stop in front of him.
The window lowered smoothly.
Cool air escaped from within.
Someone was waiting.
