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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 114.6 - Young Hearts

"Senior?" Astron's voice came through the phone, pulling her out of her thoughts.

Maya took a deep breath, forcing herself to keep her voice steady. "Sorry, Junior. I was just… thinking," she replied, trying to sound composed.

"Is everything all right?" Astron asked, his tone carrying a hint of concern.

"Yes," she said quickly, perhaps too quickly. "I'm just… tired from the training. But I'm fine."

But she wasn't fine. Not really. The fear of losing Astron to someone else, especially someone like Irina, gnawed at her, making her feel vulnerable in a way she hadn't experienced before. She had always prided herself on being strong, composed, and in control, but this was different. This was a matter of the heart, and it terrified her.

'He's mine,' she thought fiercely, a surge of possessiveness rising within her. 'I can't let anyone take him from me. Not Irina, not anyone.'