Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System

Chapter 239: A Trade Before the Storm

A Trade Before the Storm

Then— Footsteps suddenly echoed from outside the courtyard.

Morning sunlight spilled across the Tyson Family estate, painting the stone pathways in soft gold. The night before had left traces of dew on the garden leaves, and a gentle breeze drifted through the courtyard, carrying the faint scent of tea and blooming flowers.

A servant hurried inside.

"Madam!"

The servant’s breathing was uneven, his face slightly pale from running.

"Young Master Julian has arrived!"

Yana’s eyes widened faintly.

For a brief second, genuine surprise flashed across her face before her usual composed expression returned.

Julian D’Aurelius had arrived at the Tyson Family estate much earlier than expected.

And he wasn’t alone.

Instead, Julian walked into the courtyard alongside Lina Ashford and Liza Voss.

The evening breeze drifted quietly across the estate grounds, carrying the faint scent of flowers and cold stone as Julian stepped forward with his usual relaxed demeanor.

His black hair moved lightly under the wind while his golden eyes lazily swept across the surroundings, calm and unreadable as always.

There was no arrogance in his posture.

No deliberate pressure.

Yet somehow, his presence alone naturally drew attention.

Lina followed beside him quietly, her expression calm and elegant as usual.

Meanwhile, Liza looked far more interested in the surroundings, her curious eyes wandering across the Tyson Family estate without restraint.

"So this is the Tyson Family..." she muttered softly under her breath.

Her gaze shifted between the architecture, the guards, and the servants moving around.

Compared to the atmosphere around Julian’s estate, the Tyson Family carried a much colder and stricter feeling.

Yana silently stared at Julian for a moment.

For some reason...

Seeing him arrive earlier than expected created an indescribable disturbance inside her chest.

It wasn’t anger.

It wasn’t happiness either.

It was simply... irritating.

Especially after everything she heard earlier.

She immediately suppressed the feeling before it could show on her face.

Then she walked forward gracefully.

The servants nearby instinctively lowered their heads slightly as the two finally stood face to face.

Seeing Julian standing there so casually as if nothing in the world could truly bother him somehow made Yana even more annoyed.

So she spoke first.

"Why is Young Master Julian here?" she asked calmly.

"Weren’t you supposed to come tomorrow?"

Then after a tiny pause, she added,

"Or are you unable to come tomorrow?"

Her tone sounded normal.

Almost.

Lina’s eyes flickered slightly.

Even Liza blinked once before quietly glancing between the two.

Something about the atmosphere felt... strange.

Julian himself looked mildly confused.

He blinked once before answering honestly.

"I came to ask for your help with something."

His voice remained relaxed and easygoing.

"I’ll be here tomorrow as well."

As he spoke, he looked at her curiously.

Because for some reason...

He felt a faint trace of hostility from her words.

Not enough to openly call it anger.

But definitely enough to notice.

[What’s up with her?]

Julian inwardly frowned.

[I don’t think I offended her, right?]

Then another possibility crossed his mind.

[Could it be because she feels implicated by me and has to help, so she’s upset?]

Yana’s expression almost froze.

Her mood worsened instantly.

Her fingers tightened ever so slightly beneath her sleeves.

This idiot.

What exactly did he think of her?

Did he seriously believe she was unhappy because she had been dragged into helping him?

Did he think she was that narrow-minded?

For some reason, that thought irritated her far more than it should have.

A cold snort escaped her lips.

"How could that be?"

Yana smiled faintly.

But the smile carried almost no warmth.

"Everyone in Valemont knows Young Master Julian is famous for keeping his word."

Julian stared at her for two seconds.

Then his eyes narrowed slightly.

Now he was certain.

Something was definitely wrong with her today.

And the strangest part was—

He had absolutely no idea why.

But he still said, "Right, right, you know me well."

Julian laughed heartily.

Yana suddenly felt annoyed.

Why did his shamelessness seem so natural?

Julian rubbed his hands together and smiled.

"It’s like this, I came today to learn your family’s two Old Martial Arts techniques. Of course, I won’t learn for free; I’ll exchange one of my Old Martial Arts techniques with you."

Wren Tyson’s expression shifted slightly.

One of the reasons the Tyson Family could maintain its position as the top Old Martial Arts force in Valemont was largely due to these two techniques.

For martial families, unique techniques were equivalent to the foundation supporting generations of effort.

Regarding Julian’s request, Yana frowned slightly.

Every family and sect highly valued their unique skills and wouldn’t easily allow them to be passed on.

However—

Julian had already done the Tyson Family a huge favor.

And he wasn’t asking to take something for free.

"What does Young Master Julian plan to exchange?"

Yana asked.

Julian immediately handed over the prepared Mountain Flip Hand Strike manual.

After mastering it through the Tyrant System, the technique had already reached perfection in his hands.

This martial art followed a path of explosive force.

Eight stages.

One strike stacking upon another.

When perfected, a single punch could erupt with terrifying force.

The stronger the user, the greater the destructive power.

Of course, such overwhelming strength also consumed tremendous energy.

Although the Tyrant System often irritated him...

Sometimes its rewards were surprisingly useful.

Julian had also taught this martial art to Lina and Liza to increase their combat abilities.

Seeing Julian being so straightforward, Yana took the manual and started flipping through it.

The moment her eyes moved across several pages—

Her expression slowly changed.

The relaxed look disappeared.

Shock appeared.

Then concentration.

After a few pages, she quickly became engrossed, delving into this profound Old Martial Arts technique.

Julian looked at her.

Several seconds passed.

Then another few seconds.

"...Miss Tyson?"

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Creator of Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System

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