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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/qRknX5hTur ---------------------------0------------------------------ Business E-mail: yusuftalhayasar@outlook.com Discord: _yty_

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Chapter 167.3 - Return to the Academy

<Arcadia Hunter Academy, Monday, Start of the Second Semester> 

The academy garden was alive with chatter, the crisp morning air mingling with the hum of anticipation. Students from all years gathered in clusters, their voices rising and falling like waves as they shared stories, theories, and complaints about the semester ahead. The garden, with its meticulously pruned hedges and vibrant flowers, seemed almost too serene for the lively chaos unfolding within its bounds. 

"Man, I can't believe the break's already over," a boy groaned, slumping against a tree. "I didn't even finish half the stuff I planned to do." 

"Did you really plan anything, though?" his friend teased, nudging him. "You were just bragging about marathoning all six seasons of Mystic Chronicles last week." 

"Hey, that counts as self-improvement! I was studying the tactics of the Mystic Order," he defended, earning a round of laughter from his group.