Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System-Chapter 94: A Billion-Euro Battlefield

A Billion-Euro Battlefield

"Don’t worry, not only will the problem be solved today, but the culprit who caused your family such trouble will also be revealed."

Funny how Julian D’Aurelius put that remark out there - so soft, like he wasn’t even thinking much about it.

Mike Valquin shut his eyes fast, then chuckled like something funny had just happened.

"Bro, you sound like you already read the script."

That wasn’t something he felt the need to treat with importance.

But Julian only smiled.

Some scripts didn’t need reading.

They needed rewriting.

—

The three of them walked into the grand hall of the Valquin estate together.

The interior was vast and extravagant—crystal chandeliers cascading from the ceiling like frozen waterfalls, marble floors polished so smoothly they reflected the lights above, the air heavy with sandalwood and faint incense.

Rows of chairs had been arranged neatly.

Seated upon them—

A gathering of "masters."

Men in flowing robes of various colors, some in modern suits with mystic pendants hanging from their necks, others in long Exorcist garments with embroidered talisman patterns stitched in gold thread. A few had prayer beads wrapped around their wrists. One carried a bronze compass. Another had a peachwood sword resting across his lap.

To someone unaware, it might have looked like a film set for a fantasy drama.

To the greedy—

It looked like a billion-Euro battlefield.

Julian deliberately chose a seat in the far corner.

Low profile.

Observe first.

Act later.

He had just settled into his chair when the side doors opened.

Rex Valquin stepped out.

The head of the Valquin household carried himself with the weight of a man accustomed to power. His tailored suit was impeccable, his expression controlled, yet faint exhaustion lingered beneath his eyes. Several bodyguards followed him, their movements precise and silent.

The moment he appeared—

Every master stood up at once.

The room filled with polite greetings, respectful bows, and eager smiles.

To them, Rex wasn’t merely a wealthy man.

He was a walking vault.

Rex nodded calmly, his voice steady and authoritative.

"Thank you all for gathering here to solve the Valquin household’s crisis. The Valquin household keeps its word; the billion-Euro check is ready."

He paused.

The silence tightened.

"As long as any master can solve the problem today, I will personally hand over the check, and that master will forever be an honored guest of the Valquin household."

The atmosphere shifted instantly.

Eyes gleamed.

Breathing quickened.

It was as if someone had injected adrenaline straight into the room.

"Rest assured, President Rex, I will definitely solve the Valquin household’s crisis today."

"A minor evil presence is nothing. Once I take action, the Valquin household won’t face any Black Magic disturbances for fifty years."

"Such a trivial matter. I can settle it with a wave of my hand. Fellow Exorcist, there’s no need to compete with me."

Voices overlapped.

Confidence overflowed.

Arrogance seeped through every word.

It felt less like a spiritual gathering—

More like a marketplace auction of egos.

Julian leaned back quietly.

[Half of these people couldn’t even exorcise a cold draft.]

[But they’re shouting like celestial generals descending from heaven.]

He almost wanted popcorn.

—

Suddenly—

A figure near fifty stood up, draped in a rich violet garment tied to exorcisms.

A faint trace of clouds ran down the fabric near his arms. Standing straight, a keen look in his eyes pulled focus without effort.

His head tilted up as he called out loud

"Fellow Exorcist, quiet down and listen to me!"

Faster than light, his voice split the chaos apart.

A hush dropped through the room without warning.

He felt every gaze land on his skin like sudden sunlight.

A hush moved among them. People leaned closer, breath held.

"Isn’t that Master Togou from White Hills?"

"Why is he here too?"

"Heh. For a billion Euro, you’d go even to Africa."

There was awe in their voices.

And caution.

Julian narrowed his eyes slightly.

He recognized the man.

In the original storyline—

Togou, current head of White Hills, was indeed formidable. A true expert in the mystical arts.

Unfortunately—

Against the chosen protagonist, even lifelong mastery would eventually become stepping stones.

In this world’s absurd logic—

No matter how long you trained, you could never surpass the Obsidian King’s half-year of miraculous enlightenment.

"Who’s that old guy?" Mike whispered beside him. "He looks pretty impressive."

Zain leaned over immediately, eager to display his knowledge.

"That’s Master Togou from White Hills. See the disciple behind him holding that sword? That’s the Justice Sword. Said to be passed down for over four hundred years."

Mike nodded slowly.

He didn’t understand any of it.

But someone carrying a four-hundred-year-old sword did feel... reassuring.

Maybe.

Togou surveyed the room.

His gaze swept across the masters like a general assessing soldiers before war.

Then he spoke.

"Fellow Exorcist, there is only one reward today."

His tone was steady.

"But so many of us are here. We cannot all act at once. How would the reward be divided?"

Silence.

That question struck directly at the heart of the matter.

No one wanted to share.

No one came here to split a billion Euro like charity.

Togou clasped his hands behind his back.

"So, I suggest we let skill decide who claims the reward."

He took one step forward.

"I will step forward first and accept challenges from everyone."

"If any of you can defeat me, I will leave immediately."

"If no one can defeat me, then I will take this merit."

He smiled faintly.

Arrogant.

Confident.

Unyielding.

The declaration ignited a spark in the hall.

Some masters clenched their jaws.

Others frowned.

To stand there and claim superiority over every Exorcist present—

It was a direct provocation.

Especially in front of Rex Valquin.

Especially in front of a billion-Euro check.

From the second row, a man in dark robes stepped forward.

His expression was calm but his eyes burned with competitive pride.

"Master Togou is quite bold."

He bowed slightly.

"In that case, allow me—Gpin—to be the first to challenge."

A ripple of recognition spread.

The Gpin household had long been known in mystical circles. Their sixty-four mysterious copper coins were rumored to divine secrets and dispel evil forces.

Togou didn’t even fully turn his head.

His voice was indifferent.

"Then please. Go ahead."

The challenge had begun.

And in the corner—

Julian’s golden eyes gleamed faintly.

The stage was finally set.