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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 103.9 - Training and Guides

"We'll begin from scratch and build your skills from the ground up."

After saying this, Kennet gestured for me to follow him to a different part of the training area.

"First, we'll focus on the basics of presence suppression. It's not just about minimizing your mana output but about making your presence indistinguishable from the environment."

Kennet demonstrated, closing his eyes and taking a deep breath. As he exhaled, it was as if he blended into the shadows around him. His presence faded, becoming almost imperceptible.

I followed Kennet to a secluded part of the training area, away from prying eyes and ears. The space was dimly lit, with shadows dancing along the walls from the flickering torches.