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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 165.1 - Fine

The aftermath of the battle settled into an uneasy silence, broken only by the murmurs of frightened civilians and the distant wail of approaching sirens. Irina stood beside Astron, her arms crossed tightly as she surveyed the scene with a mix of frustration and resignation. The operatives had escaped, leaving behind only the chaos and destruction they'd wrought within the museum. 

A few minutes later, the heavy sound of boots and wheels reached their ears. A group of Hunters from the City Government and members of the local security team poured into the museum, their weapons drawn and their expressions tense. It was clear from the way they moved—hurried yet slightly disorganized—that they hadn't been prepared for what had transpired. 

Irina's amber eyes narrowed as she turned to Astron. "Took them long enough," she muttered, her tone laced with irritation.