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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

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Chapter 81.1 - Close

The moment he saw the note, even without considering if it was true or if he was being lured into a trap, with his heart pounding in his chest, Ethan wasted no time as he hastily gathered his belongings and sprinted towards the location mentioned in the note.

With each step, his mind raced with thoughts of Emily's safety and the implications of the information he held.

The urgency of the situation spurred him on, his training instincts kicking in as he navigated to the streets of the Lactarian District.

Though Ethan wasn't that familiar with the address, the technology was.

'Assassin….I hope I am not late.'

The night air was crisp and cold, but Ethan barely registered the chill as adrenaline-fueled his movements.

As he neared 7th Street, Ethan's senses sharpened, scanning his surroundings for any signs of danger. His muscles tensed, prepared for whatever awaited him at the designated location.