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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 ---------------------------0------------------------------ Business E-mail: yusuftalhayasar@outlook.com Discord: _yty_

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Chapter 130.1 - Sylvana's Essence

Maya walked down the hallway, her steps steady, though her mind was anything but calm. Her head felt strangely heavy as if a dull ache had settled behind her eyes, clouding her thoughts. She pressed her fingers to her temple, trying to ease the discomfort, but the sensation lingered, almost unnatural.

'What happened back there?' she wondered, replaying the events in her mind, yet she could not remember anything at all.

Maya let out a soft sigh as she neared her studio, hoping that the quiet solitude of her space would help her clear her mind. But just as her hand reached for the door, a familiar voice interrupted her.

"Lady Maya," Alfred's calm, composed tone cut through the fog in her mind.

Maya turned to see the butler standing just behind her, his expression as unreadable as ever. "Alfred," she greeted, though her voice was slightly strained from the headache. "What is it?"