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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

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Chapter 141.2 - Finding the Dungeon

After Senior Maya left, the City Center hummed around me.

'The amulet should address parts of her problem,' I thought, heading toward the teleportation center tucked within the square.

I'd designed it with her dual nature in mind, hoping it might help bridge the ever-present chasm between her vampiric instincts and human discipline.

These two sides of her—one refined and controlled, the other primal and unrestrained—were locked in a near-constant struggle, and her attempts to suppress the latter wouldn't end well.

'Typical suppression of something so innate rarely does,' I mused, weaving between the throng of people. I'd seen the signs—the way she leaned on me, her dependency growing dangerously close to addiction. It was a reliance I couldn't afford to encourage.

My path was my own, and hers, ultimately, would have to be hers.