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Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

What do the words Third-Rate Villain mean? Doesn't every human being possess their own background story? Just because a game hadn't explored one's background story, does it mean those characters are irrelevant? In a world where video games come to life, Astron Natusalune is introduced as a seemingly insignificant character—a third-rate villain with a minor role. However, this ordinary facade belies a haunting past that has shaped Astron into the vengeful soul he has become. Someone who would do everything for his vengeance. What will occur if Astron's soul combines with one from Earth? Will he relinquish his position as a third-rate villain, or will he forge a new path? Driven by a singular purpose—to avenge his sister's tragic death and bring justice to a cruel world—Astron embarks on a transformative journey. Witness the journey of the Astron as the young boy experiences a profound shift in his own values as he witnesses firsthand the consequences of unchecked vengeance and the true complexities of morality. -----------------------------------0------------------------------------ Chapter length 1750-2500 At least one chapter a day. You can check my discord if you want. You will be able to see the illustrations here and engage in a conversation with me if I am available. https://discord.gg/BQRMhDxZr8

Darkness_Enjoyer · Fantasy
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Chapter 76.2 - No title

<Monday Morning, Arcadia Hunter Academy>

–CLANK! 

The room, whose sole purpose was to accommodate students engaging in a spar, was now filled with weapons clashing. It was still very early in the morning, even before the classes.

On the first day of the week and its first hours, it was expected that the training grounds would be deserted.

Yet there were two students who were doing different things from others.

–CLANK!

With each second passing, sparks continued to fly through the ceiling, two weapons clashing. One was two short blades coated with a red aura, while the other one was a long stick with a metal head coated with a yellowish aura.

SWOOSH! 

The figures were blurry, as it was very hard for any normal onlooker to clearly see what was happening there. But the constant sounds of weapons clashing made it evident that there was an intense clash going on there.

–CLANK! CLANK! CLANK!