Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System-Chapter 54: A Game Within the Game

A Game Within the Game

Just as Cillian was about to refuse, Julian suddenly asked, his voice calm but sharp:

"Bear Group?"

The secretary nodded quickly.

"Yes, Bear Group. It used to be called RC Group, but it was renamed after being acquired."

Her tone carried a trace of awe.

RC Group had long been a heavyweight in Valemont’s business circle. Its sudden acquisition had stirred waves across every major household.

Five trillion Euro.

Who could casually mobilize that kind of capital?

Julian felt his temple twitch.

Damn.

Isn’t this Chapter 82 of the original novel?

He leaned back in the leather chair, golden eyes narrowing slightly.

In that Chapter, Evan stops pretending to be low-key. He begins revealing his strength, piece by piece.

To prove himself to the Aurevale Household, he books the top floor of Lunar Citadel for Selene’s grand birthday party.

At the party—

The Aurevale Household is stunned.

No one dares mock him again.

Selene is moved by his so-called romance.

And from there, the plot accelerates.

After securing the Aurevale Household, his influence in Valemont grows rapidly.

Next step?

Annex the D’Aurelius Household.

Julian’s jaw tightened faintly.

"Shitty system," he cursed silently. "You set me up again, didn’t you?"

He had known something felt off when Lunar Citadel was handed to him so generously.

In the original story, Evan sent Bear to book the top floor for Selene’s birthday.

The hotel manager refused, citing rules.

So Bear grabbed him by the throat.

Refuse—and die.

Faced with death, the manager caved.

Now—

The pressure sat squarely on Julian’s shoulders.

If he refused, Bear—the so-called loyal war general—would not hesitate to escalate.

If he agreed, the plot marched forward like a funeral procession.

Damn if you do. Damn if you don’t.

No safe path.

His fingers tapped lightly against the desk.

He had to disrupt the flow.

But stepping in personally?

Risky.

Too visible.

His gaze slowly shifted to Cillian.

Black hair. Sharp eyes. Loyal.

If Julian remembered correctly, this guy was... exceptionally gifted at stirring trouble.

In these kinds of feel-good novels, the villain’s subordinates were always talented at making chaos.

Cillian was no exception.

This was a perfect opportunity.

"Something wrong, Young Master Julian?" Cillian asked carefully, noticing the look in his boss’s eyes.

Julian smiled faintly.

"Mr. Cillian, I think we can agree to book the top floor."

Cillian blinked.

"But—"

Julian leaned forward slightly, lowering his voice.

"We absolutely cannot let the birthday party happen. You understand?"

He winked lightly.

Cillian froze for half a second.

So that’s the meaning.

Agree.

Then ruin it.

If the party succeeded, the plot moved toward disaster.

If they refused, Bear would likely cause a violent scene.

So—

Let Cillian handle it.

With his natural ability to create "unexpected incidents," surely something delightful would occur.

"Understood," Cillian said slowly.

Though confusion flickered in his mind.

If Young Master didn’t want it, why not refuse directly?

But he suppressed the question.

He trusted Julian.

There must be a deeper strategy.

He stood and left the office.

...

Reception Room — Lunar Citadel.

Bear sat upright on the sofa, legs crossed, fingers resting on his knee.

His black hair was cut short. His eyes were steady and cold.

When Cillian entered, Bear stood up.

"How should I address you, sir?" Cillian asked with a courteous smile, extending his hand. "I’m Cillian, general manager of Lunar Citadel."

Bear shook his hand casually.

"I’m Bear. My boss wants to throw a birthday party for his woman, Miss Selene Aurevale. How much to book your top floor? Name your price."

His tone was straightforward.

He had already heard about Lunar Citadel’s rule that the top floor was not open for private booking.

But the Obsidian King had spoken.

What the Obsidian King wanted—

Would be done.

If the hotel resisted?

Then they would learn what pressure truly meant.

Cillian’s eyes darkened slightly.

Miss Selene?

Their Young Master’s woman?

So this Bear Group was here to steal Julian’s woman openly?

He almost laughed.

No wonder Young Master wanted him to agree first and then sabotage it.

Ah.

This was deliberate humiliation.

"Here’s my chance," Cillian thought, a subtle smugness forming beneath his polite smile.

He clasped his hands lightly.

"Mr. Bear, what an honor."

His voice turned warm.

"Our Lunar Citadel is eager to build strong ties with your esteemed Bear Group. Since you are showing such sincerity, we will make an exception."

Bear’s brows lifted slightly.

"We will open the top floor for booking."

Cillian paused dramatically.

"Free of charge."

Bear’s eyes narrowed for a fraction of a second.

Too easy.

But then he understood.

Five trillion Euro to acquire RC Group.

Anyone with basic business sense would recognize Bear Group’s backing was terrifying.

Naturally, Lunar Citadel wanted to curry favor.

Bear’s lips curved faintly.

"Since your hotel is so sincere," he said coolly, "on behalf of Bear Group, I accept your friendship."

He leaned forward slightly.

"I’ll send the birthday party plan to Mr. Cillian later."

"Very well. Very well," Cillian replied with enthusiasm.

The two men smiled at each other.

On the surface—

Mutual respect.

Underneath—

Daggers.

After finalizing arrangements, Bear left satisfied.

Cillian did not linger.

He immediately returned to the general manager’s office.

Julian was still seated calmly, fingers laced together.

"Well?" Julian asked lightly.

Cillian straightened.

"It’s settled, Young Master Julian. The top floor has been booked."

Julian’s lips curved slowly.

"Good."

Cillian hesitated.

"May I ask... what direction would you like me to take?"

Julian stood, walked toward the window overlooking the lake.

The reflection of Lunar Citadel shimmered like a silver blade across the water.

He spoke without turning around.

"Let them prepare everything."

"Make it grand."

"Make it high-profile."

"And then..."

His golden eyes glinted faintly in the glass reflection.

"Make sure it cannot proceed."

Cillian felt a thrill run through him.

He bowed slightly.

"Understood."

Julian exhaled softly.

The Tyrant System trying to push him into a dead-end plot?

With his exceptional wisdom and such talented subordinates—

How could a mere system defeat him?