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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 31.2 - Before Mid-terms

"We are getting out. Do you want us to wait for you?"

Inside the locker room of the girls, the last group was about to get out.

"No, I will stay here for a little while."

However, one girl didn't follow her friends but just stood there in front of her locker.

"Okay. Call me when you are free."

"Bye."

As her friends left, the girl was left alone inside the room.

"How dare he?"

And as they left, the emotions she had suppressed started coming out one by one.

She was fuming to herself as she touched the small cuts on her ankles and her rear delt. The marks of the wounds had already been healed to the point it was hard to discern them.

TAK!

Her fist hit the locker, creating a small crater on it, and the hand that punched the metal didn't seem bothered by it.

"Why?"