Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System

The Dominion Tyrant Eye

Out came Julian D’Aurelius, stepping past the doorway just as the hush of evening settled over Valemont. Light from streetlamps slid across the glossy hood of his sleek vehicle parked below.

Inside he went after turning the handle, took his seat, then shut the door - soft boom followed.

He sat still before turning the key. The car stayed silent for a breath. Not once did he rush it. Only when the light changed did his hand move. Then came the hum of ignition.

Out came a cigarette instead.

A flicker from the lighter lit up his face for just a moment - dark hair draping loose across his brow, those amber eyes catching the glow like embers. Then shadows swallowed it all again.

He inhaled slowly.

Smoke curled lazily inside the car.

Julian leaned back against the seat.

He wasn’t worried about Liza Voss telling Evan about what happened earlier at the Melodic Sea music store.

If Evan found out, so what?

At this point, hiding things was pointless.

A thin line of smoke curled from Julian’s lips, drifting past the cracked glass. The evening air caught it, pulling the gray threads into nothing.

Elsewhere tugged at his mind.

In the next few days... I should investigate Liza’s parents.

A small tap on the wood came from his fingers. The cigarette barely moved.

Should he manage to reveal what really happened back then, while pulling her free from that stuck-in-place existence, her trust would shift entirely his way.

As for Lina Ashford...

Julian narrowed his eyes slightly.

That situation was more troublesome.

He did remember fragments of Lina’s family tragedy from the original storyline, but finding real evidence after so many years would be difficult.

Very difficult.

Still—

Julian shrugged faintly.

"Take it slow."

"One step at a time."

He flicked the ash away.

Then he muttered with a crooked smile,

"Shitty system... where’s my reward for the music store plot?"

A mechanical voice sounded immediately in his mind.

"Ding."

"Reward issued: Dominion Tyrant Eye."

"Please check, Host."

Julian raised an eyebrow.

"Oh?"

Honestly, he had expected something useless again.

But this sounded interesting.

He immediately asked,

"So what does it do?"

The system replied calmly.

"Dominion Tyrant Eye allows the host to seize control over a target when their mental state becomes unstable."

"When activated, the host’s gaze infiltrates the target’s subconscious."

"The ability can manipulate thoughts, alter perception, and implant commands."

Julian straightened slightly.

The system continued.

"If the target’s willpower collapses completely, the host may permanently establish mental dominance."

"Targets controlled in this way will obey commands, reveal secrets, and act as loyal agents."

"The ability is most effective when the target experiences fear, despair, shock, or emotional breakdown."

Silence filled the car.

Julian slowly took another drag from his cigarette.

Then he laughed quietly.

"This system..."

"Sometimes it’s a blessing."

"Sometimes it’s a curse."

"Completely unpredictable."

But this time—

He was genuinely pleased.

Brainwashing?

Hehehe.

His golden eyes gleamed mischievously.

"Isn’t this basically a snitch-making machine?"

With this ability, he could plant informants directly inside enemy factions.

Finally something useful.

Julian picked up his phone.

"Good stuff should be shared."

He dialed a number.

After a few rings, the call connected.

A woman’s cool voice answered.

"What do you want?"

It was Charlotte Bonds.

Julian smiled.

"Remember the four people I sent over last time?"

"How are they?"

Charlotte sighed softly.

"They’re in detention."

"You said they had criminal records, but I couldn’t find anything."

Her tone carried clear frustration.

A few days earlier Julian had suddenly sent four suspicious men to her.

She had investigated thoroughly.

But nothing came up.

Still—

Her instincts as a police officer told her something was wrong.

Those men felt like professional killers.

They might even be linked to Bear.

The problem was—

They had hidden their identities perfectly.

Julian chuckled lightly.

"Just a hunch."

"Can I come see them?"

Charlotte paused.

Then she said casually,

"Sure."

There was a brief silence.

Then she added,

"And afterward..."

"I’ll treat you to a late-night meal."

"I promised you last time."

Julian laughed.

"Deal."

After ending the call, he started the engine.

The sports car roared softly to life.

A few minutes later, Julian was driving through the glowing streets of Valemont toward the detention center.

—

When he arrived, Charlotte was already waiting outside.

And she looked...

Striking.

She wore a black riding outfit, tight and sleek like a second skin.

The material hugged every curve of her body.

The fitted jacket emphasized her E-cup chest, the smooth lines of the fabric rising proudly across her bust.

Below that, the jacket tapered down along her slim waist, accentuating the natural curve of her figure.

Her long legs were wrapped in black riding pants that clung to her strong thighs before sliding smoothly down to polished boots.

The outfit highlighted her athletic build perfectly.

A sudden gust lifted strands of her blue-tinged hair, spilling them across her back like ribbons caught mid-air. Streetlight glow traced each wave, soft pulses dancing where light met shadow.

A soft gust slipped through after dark, tugging at loose threads of air between the trees. Quiet shifts followed each wave, carrying whispers down empty paths where shadows stretched without hurry.

Flickering like shallow water, her eyes held a steady gaze. They stayed fixed - clear, watchful, never drifting.

A quiet strength lived in the shape of her mouth, its gentle curve soft without trying. That ease showed right through.

Under the glow, her skin looked pale, yet soft to the eye. A quiet grace ran through her long, thin neck.

Beside her sat a huge Harley Davidson, shiny metal catching the glow of streetlamps. A city hummed behind it.

Perfect fit, really brought out her shape.

Charlotte wasn’t like other women.

Most girls wanted to wear crowns. She pictured herself elsewhere.

Now and then, a few strutted through nightspots pretending they owned the place, belting tunes like royalty at a private concert.

But Charlotte?

She wanted to be a knight.

A fearless one.

A woman running after thieves, stepping right into harm’s way. She moved fast when trouble sparked, never waiting for someone else to act. Facing threats didn’t slow her down - fear seemed to trail behind instead.

A whistle slipped through Julian’s lips as he left the vehicle behind.

"Well..."

Slouched by the edge of the vehicle, he let his weight settle there without hurry.

"Look at you."

"You look absolutely dangerous tonight."

Her arms crossed tight as she stood there.

"Oh?"

His eyes moved across her form without stopping. A quiet moment passed between them, unnoticed by others nearby.

"That riding suit..."

He smirked.

"Honestly, it should come with a warning label."

A flicker of doubt crossed Charlotte’s face as her brow lifted slightly.

"What kind of warning?"

Julian chuckled.

"Something like..."

"’Highly distracting to innocent men.’"

Her expression turned flat.

Julian added shamelessly,

"And by the way..."

His eyes briefly moved downward.

"That jacket is working very hard tonight."

A soft pink crept across Charlotte’s face.

"Excuse me?"

Julian shrugged innocently.

"I’m just saying."

"That outfit makes certain... things look even more impressive."

Charlotte stopped mid-step.

Her eyes locked on him, just for a moment, unsure if the words had really come out of his mouth. Leaning there by the rail, Julian wore a grin like he’d won something without effort. The silence stretched, thin and sharp.

A quiet tightening pulled at the corners of her gaze.

"You mean my Boobs?"

Without a pause, Julian just went ahead.

That grin spread across his face again - loose, unbothered, wide open. It showed up like it owned the room, careless and bright.

"Well, since you said it."

Fingers clenched. The silence broke after weeks of holding back.

Forward she moved a step, eyes locking onto his. A hard look crossed her face.

A sudden stillness ran through her body, as if something wild had paused mid-step. One breath, then another, while her arms folded tight under her ribs. Eyes lifted toward him, unblinking, edged with irritation.

"You know," she said slowly, her voice carrying the cool authority of someone used to giving orders, "most people have enough survival instinct not to say something like that to a police officer."

Head slightly to one side, Julian didn’t react at all.

"Most people probably aren’t as observant as I am."

Her glare sharpened.

"Observant?"

Quite, he remarked offhand, gaze dipping briefly then lifting back to meet hers. It’s more that clean lines catch my eye, whenever they’re done right

Into the space between them she moved again.

"Do you want me to detain you?"

Her tone was perfectly serious now.

Julian raised both hands.

"Detain me for complimenting you?"

"Is there no justice left in this world?"

Charlotte snorted.

"Come inside before I change my mind."

Julian laughed and followed her toward the detention center entrance.

Inside, the paperwork had already been prepared.

Charlotte walked beside him.

But she had another reason for staying close.

Ever since she overheard Julian’s strange thoughts during the Lunar Citadel case...

She had been extremely curious.

This man clearly knew things he shouldn’t.

How many secrets are you hiding...?

As they walked down the corridor toward the holding cells—

Julian suddenly stopped.

He glanced sideways at her.

"Why are you following me?"