Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System-Chapter 53: Vanguard of the Obsidian King

Vanguard of the Obsidian King

A tall man stepped out of the car and bowed respectfully.

"Obsidian King!"

Evan didn’t turn immediately. He stood beneath the fading dusk light, hands behind his back, posture straight, the faint breeze stirring his black hair. His eyes were dark and steady—calm on the surface, calculating beneath.

"Bear, how did it go?" he asked evenly.

An aura of dominance radiated from him—not loud, not theatrical. It was the kind of pressure only those accustomed to commanding life and death could carry.

The man called Bear lowered his head slightly.

Bear was one of the eight war generals of the Obsidian Wing.

His face was rough and unremarkable, jaw broad, features harsh. But his loyalty was unquestionable. His mind for business was sharp. He was both sword and shield to Evan.

Wherever Evan went, Bear followed.

First, for convenience.

Second—

To make Evan’s own presence appear even more striking by contrast.

Bear reported promptly.

"Obsidian King, RC Group has been successfully acquired and renamed Bear Group."

His tone carried restrained pride.

After Blackwing Investments suffered catastrophic losses days ago, Evan had summoned Bear back from Japan to Europe. With swift coordination and hidden channels, they mobilized five trillion Euro.

Five trillion.

Enough to tilt the balance of a city.

RC Group had fallen overnight.

Now it bore a new name.

Bear Group.

The Obsidian Wing’s resources were deep beyond comprehension.

Evan nodded slightly.

"Good."

He thought for a moment before speaking again.

"I’ll leave it to you to manage. I don’t want my identity exposed too soon."

His voice lowered, measured.

The city was unstable.

Too many threads were moving unexpectedly.

He would reveal himself—but only when the stage was properly prepared.

"Thank you for your trust, Obsidian King," Bear said, clasping his fists. "I will manage Bear Group well."

There was genuine excitement in his eyes.

Evan’s lips curved faintly.

Valemont was not unfolding as smoothly as he had anticipated. Acting quietly, piece by piece, was taking too long.

Too slow.

Too many unexpected variables.

Too many interferences from that so-called "ant."

Julian D’Aurelius.

Evan’s eyes darkened slightly.

He decided.

He would accelerate.

Bear Group would be his vanguard.

His banner planted in the heart of Valemont.

"Bear," he continued, tone sharpening, "in three days, I want to throw a birthday party for my woman."

Selene Aurevale’s cold face flickered briefly in his mind.

"Book the top floor of the Lunar Citadel under the name of Bear Group."

"Once it’s booked, spread the word that the owner of Bear Group is hosting a birthday party for his lover."

He paused deliberately.

"And secure the Azure Crest Development Zone in the west of the city for the Aurevale Household."

His eyes gleamed coldly.

"They need to see my power." 𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

"If anyone dares to oppose..."

His voice dropped into something almost gentle.

"Kill them."

The air seemed to thin.

Bear’s eyes flashed.

"Bear obeys!"

Anyone who obstructed the Obsidian King would be eliminated.

That was law.

...

Lunar Citadel.

The only seven-star hotel in Valemont.

A landmark.

Two elegant curved towers rose from the edge of a vast lake, connected by an arching sky bridge at the center. From a distance, the structure resembled a luminous ring suspended above water—its design inspired by the ancient concept of Unity of Heaven and Man.

At night, lights traced its silhouette.

Its reflection shimmered across the lake’s surface like a radiant moon.

Thus the name—

Lunar Citadel.

Inside a sleek black sports car approaching from the lakeside road, Julian D’Aurelius lowered his window slightly.

He watched the hotel in silence.

Golden eyes reflected the distant glow.

"Not bad," he muttered under his breath. "This system reward is quite decent. I suggest doubling it next time."

He leaned back in his seat, satisfied.

After surviving so many chaotic plot collapses and near-death setups, receiving Lunar Citadel felt... generous.

Suspiciously generous.

The Tyrant System rarely gave without reason.

That unsettled him more than pleased him.

He drove toward the entrance.

As soon as his car stopped, a man in a tailored suit was already waiting.

Black hair, sharp eyes.

He bowed respectfully.

"Young Master Julian."

Cillian.

The newly appointed general manager of Lunar Citadel.

The moment ownership transferred, the system had seamlessly replaced management with trusted figures connected to the D’Aurelius Household.

"No need to be so polite, Mr. Cillian," Julian said lightly, stepping out.

He patted Cillian’s shoulder with an easy smile.

"Shall I give you a tour?" Cillian asked, gesturing toward the grand entrance.

Julian nodded.

The moment he stepped inside, a massive crystal chandelier caught his eye.

Light refracted across polished marble floors.

The lobby walls were inlaid with rare jade and golden crystal panels, radiating quiet extravagance.

Luxury, but not gaudy.

Cillian guided him through the various facilities—private dining halls, conference wings, rooftop observatories.

Finally, they reached the hot spring area.

Over a hundred pools were scattered across landscaped terraces.

More than forty private hot spring villas stood along the lakeside—favored retreats for Valemont’s wealthiest families.

Steam rose gently from the water, blurring the air with warmth.

Cillian gestured toward one villa overlooking the lake.

"Young Master Julian, shall we reserve a few hot spring villas for your private use?"

Julian considered.

"One will do."

He smiled faintly.

"Alright. I’ll notify the staff to keep this villa private from now on," Cillian replied.

They returned to the general manager’s office.

They had just taken their seats. Cillian hadn’t even poured tea when the door opened abruptly.

His secretary entered, slightly breathless.

"Mr. Cillian, the person in charge of Bear Group is here and wants to book the top floor for a birthday party."

Cillian raised an eyebrow.

"Book the top floor?"

The top floor of Lunar Citadel was its crown jewel.

Panoramic lake view.

Exclusive sky garden.

Daily visits from dignitaries and international guests.

Blocking it for one private event would offend many powerful clients.

He was about to decline.

But Julian’s expression shifted.

His fingers paused lightly against the armrest.

"Bear Group?"

His golden eyes narrowed just slightly.