Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System-Chapter 56: Moonlight Above Valemont

Moonlight Above Valemont

He quickly called Evan. And when the call connected, he reported.

"Obsidian King, everything has been taken care of."

On the other end, Evan stood in the dim light of the top floor, fingers loosely holding a glass of red wine, his reflection merging with the night skyline of Valemont.

"Very good," he replied calmly, voice low and assured. "Your abilities are as reliable as ever. Spread the word and make sure everyone pays attention to this birthday banquet."

"Understood, Obsidian King."

The call ended.

With Bear’s push.

Soon, the news spread throughout Valemont.

The top floor of the Lunar Citadel — the very place that even Julian D’Aurelius once failed to secure — had been successfully booked.

And not by the D’Aurelius household.

But by the mysterious owner of Bear Group.

High society buzzed like a disturbed hive.

Who exactly was this man who spent five trillion to acquire RC Group and rename it Bear Group overnight?

And more importantly—

Who was the woman?

Who was worthy of having her birthday celebrated on the highest floor of the Lunar Citadel, where the city lights bowed at your feet?

The women of Valemont were restless.

Envy bloomed like poison ivy in whispered conversations.

"Why can’t something like that happen to me?"

"Top floor... that view alone is worth a fortune."

"Whoever she is, she must be blessed by heaven."

Three days later—

Several black luxury sedans rolled to a slow, synchronized stop outside the gates of the Aurevale household. Their engines purred softly, expensive and restrained, headlights cutting through the evening mist like blades.

Bear stepped out first.

Tall. Broad-shouldered. Black hair combed back. Black eyes steady and cold.

His presence was heavy, disciplined — the aura of someone who had seen blood and boardrooms alike.

He walked into the Aurevale courtyard.

Night had already settled. The air was cool. Lantern lights glowed softly along the pathway.

Inside the main hall, the Aurevale family was waiting.

They had been waiting for Evan.

They needed to see with their own eyes whether this man truly possessed strength beyond the D’Aurelius household.

When they learned Bear had arrived instead—

Murmurs rose.

"Bear?"

"Isn’t he the owner of Bear Group?"

"What is he doing here?"

Bear walked directly toward Selena Aurevale.

She stood beneath the hanging chandelier, wearing a fitted midnight-blue dress that traced the elegant curve of her waist and hips. The fabric hugged her C-cup chest modestly yet gracefully, her long black hair falling down her back like silk ink. Her blue eyes were calm—but guarded.

Bear bowed slightly.

"Miss Aurevale, Young Master Evan asked me to come and take you all to the Lunar Citadel for the birthday celebration."

"Evan?"

"Yes."

Selena’s expression shifted almost imperceptibly.

Did he really manage to book the top floor?

Shan Aurevale’s breathing slowed. Other family members exchanged looks.

So the mysterious figure behind Bear Group—

Was Evan?

Selena inhaled quietly.

No matter what.

Tonight, she would make things clear.

She had no interest in him.

She rose from her seat.

"Alright," she said evenly. "Let’s go."

Just as she stepped forward, Shan Aurevale called out.

"Selena, are you really going? This isn’t appropriate. You and Julian are already—"

"Julian is nothing! Young Master Evan could crush him with just a finger."

Bear’s voice cut through the room like a blade.

Cold. Absolute.

A second-generation heir from Valemont daring to compete with the Obsidian King?

Ridiculous.

Selena’s brows knit slightly at the insult.

Her voice remained calm.

"Dad, it’s fine. I’ll go and handle whatever issues arise."

Shan looked at his daughter. At her composed expression. At the resolve in her eyes.

"...Alright then."

He sighed.

Soon, the Aurevale family members entered the waiting cars.

Engines hummed.

The convoy moved through Valemont’s glowing avenues toward the Lunar Citadel.

By the time they arrived—

The sky was ink-black.

The Lunar Citadel stood radiant against the lake, its twin curved towers arching toward one another like a silver crescent cradling the night. Every window glowed gold. Reflections shimmered across the water like scattered stars.

Outside, a swarm of reporters and onlookers had gathered.

Camera flashes flickered.

Microphones extended.

Everyone wanted to know.

Who was the lucky woman?

Who could command such extravagance?

The convoy rolled forward.

But surprisingly—

It didn’t cause much of a stir.

At a place like the Lunar Citadel—

Luxury cars were as common as sparrows.

Mercedes and BMWs were treated like escort vehicles.

Bear opened the door personally.

"Please, everyone," he said, gesturing forward. "Young Master Evan is already waiting for you on the top floor."

They entered.

The lobby’s golden crystal chandelier poured down light like liquid fire. Polished marble floors reflected every step.

As they stepped into the private elevator—

Shan’s phone rang.

He answered.

After only a few words—

His eyes widened.

"Selena—"

He caught himself.

"Selena! We got the land in the west of the city!"

The Azure Crest Development Zone.

Selena froze slightly.

"That’s impossible..." someone whispered.

Shan’s voice trembled with excitement.

"President Liam approved it personally. The contract is done!"

The elevator hummed upward.

The Aurevale members erupted.

That land—

Once developed—

Could bring at least a hundred billion in profit.

For the struggling Aurevale household—

This was salvation.

Bear observed quietly, satisfaction flickering in his dark eyes.

He smiled faintly.

"This is just a small gesture from Young Master Evan. His abilities are a thousand times greater than you can imagine."

The elevator doors opened.

The top floor.

The entire venue had been transformed.

Soft golden drapes flowed from ceiling beams. Crystal chandeliers dimmed into romantic amber light. Fresh white roses lined the glass railing overlooking Valemont’s skyline. A long table was set with precision—silverware aligned like disciplined soldiers.

The night view stretched endlessly beyond the floor-to-ceiling windows.

At the center—

Evan stood.

He wore a tailored charcoal suit that sculpted his lean frame. His black hair was neatly styled, sharp jaw illuminated by city light. His black eyes reflected the skyline — and calculation.

A single red rose rested on the table beside him.

In his hand—

A glass of red wine.

He did not turn immediately.

He allowed the silence to breathe.

To weigh.

Then slowly—

He turned.

His gaze fell on Selena.

Expectation flickered across his face.

Tonight—

He would prove to the Aurevale household that he was their true worthy son-in-law.

Yet—

The vast hall was empty.

No guests.

No noise.

Only him.

The Aurevale household.

And the staff.

He had invited no one else.

He couldn’t afford to be too high-profile.

If all of Valemont knew he was pursuing Selena—

Wouldn’t that interfere with his future plans?

With his carefully designed harem trajectory?

So he chose this.

A controlled spectacle.

Enough to shock.

Not enough to expose.

Let the Aurevale household witness his power.

Let the city speculate.

But keep his broader ambitions hidden.

Evan lifted his glass slightly.

"Welcome."

His smile was gentle.

Confident.

As if the entire city already belonged to him.