Name: Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest
Rating: 4.3 (600 reviews)

Chapter 846 196.2 - Gaze

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.

Prologue

/TAP/ /TAP/ /TAP/

In the heart of a forgotten town, where shadows danced along crumbling alleyways, the souls of the past whispered tales of sorrow and redemption.

The rain was pouring down as the heavy atmosphere filled the environment.

The sound of someone running could be heard as the steps clashed with the beads of water formed over the surface.

/HOWL/

The storm veiled at night. But that wasn’t enough to stop the silhouette from running. Her face was covered with a cloak to protect her from the heavy rain.

And after a round of walking in the rain, the silhouette finally reached a hut.

/CREAK/

Instantly opening the door without knocking, the silhouette entered the hut like she was in a hurry.

The door creaked open, revealing a dimly lit room occupied by an old woman, her eyes closed as if in deep meditation.

“You are here,” a raspy voice resonated from the depths of the old woman’s throat, her words carrying an otherworldly aura that sent shivers down the girl’s spine.

/TAP/ /TAP/

The girl approached cautiously, her wet cloak dripping onto the wooden floor as she stood before the seer. Her eyes, filled with a mixture of hope and desperation, searched the elderly woman’s face for answers.

“I seek guidance, wise one,” the girl spoke, her voice trembling slightly with a blend of trepidation and anticipation. “The moon of the Spirit world is about to align with the moon of the Real world. I need to know what lies ahead, what destiny has in store for me.”

The flickering candlelight in the room cast dancing shadows upon her face, accentuating her anxiety.

The old woman raised her hands as she pointed to the sky. “So, the time has come…. The time for the destiny to unfold…. The twins of the moon are about to be born…” As her words echoed inside the hut, the girl flinched and waited.

Waited for her to continue her words.

….