Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 1001

The late afternoon sun dipped low across the academy grounds, painting the cobbled walkways and high towers in deep gold. Students filtered into the central lecture amphitheater, filling the wide, semi-circular rows with the subdued buzz of conversation.

The air, though heavy with tension, carried a crackle of excitement too—the kind of tension that only came before major announcements.

At the podium stood Instructor Verren, stone-faced as always, accompanied by Vice-headmaster Amelia and Professor Eleanor, whose presence at any briefing was enough to make even the most casual cadet sit up straight.

The room dimmed slightly as the projector glyphs activated overhead, casting a faint silver glow across the crowd.

With a curt nod from Eleanor, Verren stepped forward, his voice slicing cleanly through the murmurs.

"Attention, cadets."

Silence descended.

"Today you will be briefed on the structure of your upcoming Practical Examination."

A pause, as a new glyph appeared—rotating symbols of squads, gates, and observation arrays.

"As you are aware, scouts from multiple guilds and affiliated organizations will be present. They will observe your performances from designated stations. They will not interfere. They will not coach. They will only watch."

The words "observe" and "watch" hung in the air like a heavy warning.

Julia, seated near the middle, whispered under her breath, "So basically, don't embarrass ourselves."

Ethan shot her a sharp look. "This time it's not just about passing. It's about who's watching when you do."

Verren continued, unbothered by the underlying current of unease building in the room.

"Unlike last semester's individual duels, this practical will focus on team operations and coordinated combat. You will not be graded purely on personal strength. You will be graded on adaptability, tactical cohesion, and battlefield decision-making as a unit."

The glyph shifted to show team formations, colored indicators flashing through simulations.

"You will compete in your pre-registered teams from the Team Operations and Unit Specialization course. Those who failed to register for teams prior to this point will be assigned provisionary units."

A small ripple of movement—some cadets sat up straighter, reassured; others shifted uncomfortably, realizing what was coming.

Julia leaned toward Lucas with a grin. "At least we picked early. No randoms for us."

Irina remained composed, fingers tapping lightly against her knee in thought.

Astron, seated in the row just behind her, remained perfectly still, watching the projected glyphs rotate without blinking.

Verren's gaze swept the room again.

"Each team will be deployed into controlled simulated zones. Some of these zones will mimic hostile environments—fortified terrain, high-mana distortion fields, partial blackout conditions. You will be given mission objectives at the start of each round: control, retrieval, extraction, or survival."

The word survival made a few cadets stiffen unconsciously.

Verren let that sit before adding,

"There will be no direct eliminations. If you are critically wounded or deemed incapacitated by the assessment array, you will be removed from the field immediately. Teams will be graded on completion efficiency, casualty management, and strategic clarity."

A murmur rippled through the room.

This was no simple exhibition.

This was a field simulation of real hunting operations.

"There will be five rounds total," Verren continued.

"Teams must complete at least three rounds successfully to pass. Special commendations will be awarded to teams that complete all five with minimal casualties."

At that, a few competitive sparks lit up across the room.

Jasmine leaned forward, whispering to Layla, "We're gonna have to be perfect. No room for heroics this time."

Layla nodded grimly. "Tight and clean. That's the only way."

Verren tapped his tablet once, bringing up a timer glyph.

"The first wave of practicals begins in three days. You have until then to solidify your strategies and prepare your equipment. There will be no changes to team rosters past tonight."

He stepped back.

Professor Amelia moved to the front, her voice softer but carrying a distinct firmness.

"Remember—this practical is not just about passing."

"It's about who notices you."