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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_

Darkness_Enjoyer · Fantasy
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Chapter 164.6 - The Attack

The instant her flames roared to life, Irina could feel the shift in the air. The oppressive suppression field that had weighed her down was gone, replaced by the crackling energy of her awakened fire. The flames coiled around her arms like serpents ready to strike, their heat rolling off her in waves. She flexed her fingers, embers dancing between them, her hazel eyes locked on the two immobilized attackers. 

Their fear was evident now—the subtle tremble in the spearman's hands, the tightness in the swordsman's jaw as he struggled against the binding force. It sent a thrill through her, a vindication of the anger simmering within her chest. 

'They thought they could take me,' she thought, her lips curling into a smirk. 'Threaten me, mock me, and expect to get away with it.'