Villain of Fate: The Tyrant System

Chapter 232: Julian’s Counterattack

Julian’s Counterattack

Julian also liked places with a bustling atmosphere.

Maybe because somewhere deep down, he still hadn’t completely adjusted to his current life.

He wasn’t quite used to his rich handsome guy status yet.

The nature of a commoner isn’t something that changes overnight.

Some habits became instinct after years.

Maybe somewhere deep down, he still loved wandering through crowded streets.

Not because of the noise. Not because of the lights.

He liked watching people. Listening to them.

Small arguments between couples over street food prices, children dragging their exhausted parents toward toy stalls, old men sitting beside tea shops complaining about life while secretly smiling.

To him, those ordinary moments carried lessons no classroom or technology could teach.

He watched how people struggled, how they saved every coin they could, yet still found ways to laugh and enjoy a simple evening.

"Dad, I want that one!"

"That one? Your eyes are more expensive than my wallet, little monster."

"You said that yesterday too!"

Nearby, two college students argued while sharing a single cup of tea.

"I’m telling you, split it equally."

"Equally? I paid for it!"

He couldn’t help the faint smile that reached his lips.

Maybe that was why he never cared much about expensive entertainment or premium subscriptions.

That’s also why he often shamelessly borrowed video streaming memberships from Mike Valquin.

And every single time, Mike looked like he was about to suffer a heart attack.

"Again?!" Mike nearly exploded. "Do you think I’m running a charity?!"

He blinked innocently.

"Sharing brings people closer."

"No! Stealing my account password doesn’t!"

"Borrowing."

"THAT’S NOT BORROWING!"

"Julian! You’re richer than me!"

Julian had calmly replied:

"Wasting money is a bad habit."

Mike nearly coughed blood from anger.

Sometimes he even thought, if he put his money in the bank, wouldn’t he and his descendants just live off the interest forever?

Then his expression became thoughtful.

Actually...

That sounded pretty tempting.

Amara looked at him.

"What are you thinking about?"

Julian answered honestly.

"Thinking about becoming a lazy rich man."

Amara stared at him speechlessly.

"Hopeless."

After walking a few steps, a seven or eight-year-old boy ran over.

The little boy’s face was round and chubby, carrying traces of childish innocence.

The boy, with a chubby face, was holding a bouquet of roses.

He looked up at Julian and flashed an innocent smile before raising the bouquet in his hands.

"Brother, your girlfriend is so pretty. Buy her a bouquet of flowers."

His voice was sweet and practiced, carrying just enough volume for nearby people to hear.

Hearing this, Amara’s brows lifted slightly.

Hmm, complimenting me on my looks?

The slight irritation on her face faded almost instantly.

The corners of her lips curved upward without her noticing.

She even looked at the little boy with much softer eyes now.

What a sensible child.

Julian glanced at the kid, then at the flowers in his hands.

He immediately understood.

Experienced.

Way too experienced.

This little guy had clearly done this more than once.

The child quickly noticed Amara’s expression changing and instantly struck while the iron was hot.

"Big sister is really beautiful." He looked at Julian and sighed dramatically. "Brother, if I had a girlfriend this pretty, I would buy flowers every day."

Amara’s eyes narrowed slightly.

This child...

He knows exactly what he’s doing.

The girls nearby immediately looked over.

Some slowed down.

A few young couples also turned their heads with curious expressions.

Even several women nodded unconsciously.

"That’s true."

"He’s right."

"At least buy one bouquet."

The little boy’s eyes quietly brightened.

Seeing support arrive, he became even more confident.

He looked at Julian with an expression that practically screamed You see? Everyone agrees with me.

"Brother..." he said seriously, "She’s this pretty. Aren’t you a man if you don’t treat her well?"

Amara crossed her arms and silently watched from the side.

Her eyes curved slightly.

She suddenly became curious.

She wanted to see how Julian would deal with this.

Julian looked at him for several seconds.

Then he smiled.

A very calm smile.

"What’s being pretty got to do with buying your flowers?"

The little boy blinked.

"Huh?"

He clearly hadn’t expected resistance.

"Well..." he hurriedly said, "Because... because girls like flowers."

Julian nodded thoughtfully.

"Oh? So if girls like things, I have to buy them?"

The boy hesitated for a second.

Then stubbornly puffed out his chest.

"Of course."

Julian slowly crouched until he was eye level with him.

The smile on his face looked calm and harmless.

"Oh? So tell me something first."

The little boy blinked.

"What?"

Julian pointed at the flowers in his hand.

"You keep saying buying flowers means treating someone well."

He tilted his head slightly.

"Who taught you that?"

The boy hesitated.

"N-No one..."

Julian raised an eyebrow.

"No one?"

The child looked away guiltily.

Julian almost laughed.

Caught.

"So let me ask another question." Julian rested his arm on his knee. "How old are you?"

"...Nine."

"Nine?"

Julian nodded seriously.

"So you’ve already understood love before finishing elementary school?"

The little boy froze.

"W-What does that have to do with anything?"

Julian looked at him with complete seriousness.

"Have you done your homework?"

"...Huh?"

"Are you studying well?"

"...Huh?"

"What rank did you get in your exams?"

The little boy stared at him blankly.

Julian sighed and patted his head.

"If you can’t get into the top three, why are you already teaching people relationship advice?"

The little boy looked utterly stunned.

His mouth slowly opened.

The surrounding crowd also became strangely quiet.

Even Amara blinked.

Julian wasn’t finished.

He looked at the roses in the kid’s hands and sighed.

"Kid, don’t watch too many romance dramas."

The little boy widened his eyes.

"Buying flowers doesn’t automatically mean someone loves another person."

Julian smiled and tapped his forehead lightly.

"Understanding people is harder than selling roses."

The little boy looked like his entire worldview had just been punched.

His small face gradually stiffened.

The silence lasted two seconds.

Then—

"Pfft—"

Someone laughed.

Another followed.

Then several more people lost control.

"Hahaha—"

Amara immediately covered her mouth.

Her shoulders trembled violently.

She leaned slightly against a nearby railing, trying desperately to hold herself together.

This guy...

This bastard was bullying a child with a straight face.

The little boy looked at Julian in disbelief.

"Y-You..."

Julian calmly raised one finger.

"Study hard first."

Then he pointed at the bouquet.

"And stop emotionally blackmailing people before elementary school graduation."