webnovel

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

Darkness_Enjoyer · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
395 Chs

Chapter 39.4 - No title

"Hmm….Certainly not bad."

I was now standing in the room I was assigned to. With the increase in my school ranking, I was now given a better room than my previous one.

If, at first, it was a simple room with only a small library and a table to study, now it was a lot bigger and fresher.

The facilities weren't that different, but even it being more spacious alone made it better than everything.

'But, that Trevor bastard. What is his goal?'

After Maya had left, I trained until evening. But something had been bothering me.

It was evident that Trevor was targeting me; I had confirmed it with my own eyes. But, the reason remained unknown.

'What could possibly have made him target me?'

Now, was there a need to understand why he was targeting me, you might ask? Of course, there wasn't. After all, the moment he decided to target me, he became my enemy.