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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 100.2 - Watchers of Arcane

In a world where mana exists, you are bound to see things that don't completely make sense on Earth or things that look like they came out straight out of the movie.

I mean, I myself, had seen the world go completely white, the skies rumble and thunder bow down, or someone making a complete nuke.

All of them were made by just young people at the age of 16. So, it is clear that this world is completely extreme on many ends.

But, even then.

'This is…..'

It was enormous.

The vast underground complex stretched out before me, its sheer scale taking me by surprise. It was a labyrinthine expanse of corridors, rooms, and open areas, all interconnected with a meticulous design that spoke of advanced planning and engineering.

The ceiling, far above, was lined with an intricate network of support beams and conduits, their surfaces gleaming under the ethereal light that seemed to permeate the entire space.