Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 1019

From his seat near the upper western arc of the observation chamber, Leonard Elric sat quietly—hands folded, eyes narrowed in calm focus.

The insignia of Solstice Dawn gleamed faintly on his coat, understated but respected. His posture was relaxed, diplomatic even, blending seamlessly with the other seasoned scouts. He played his role well—curious, reserved, just another mid-tier recruiter seeking rising stars to polish and invest in.

But beneath the polished mask, his mind worked in silence.

Not for contracts.

Not for fame.

But for something far older. Far more dangerous.

The Kin of the Moon is within these walls.

Of that, he was now certain.

His artifact—tucked beneath his tunic, masked by a mana-muffling weave—had resonated faintly the moment the practicals had begun. It wasn't strong, not yet. The wards surrounding the dungeon floors dulled everything. But it was enough to confirm proximity.

Still, "proximity" was a word that meant little in a place as vast as Arcadia.

Two thousand cadets.

Six combat divisions.

Three administrative blocks.

And over forty-eight registered squads running rotations through the dungeon rings.

He would need time. Precision.

And he would need to watch.

Not for dramatic flares of power—that was the fool's route. The Kin of the Moon wouldn't be broadcasting their presence with flashy spells and grand declarations. No… they would be quiet. Interwoven. Hiding within the weave of others.

Like silver threads hidden in a tapestry of fire and stone.

He leaned back in his seat, one hand ghosting across the interface rune built into the projection console. His slate shifted, pulling up isolated feeds from teams that had already passed through the early dungeons: Team Twelve, Team Seventeen, Team Twenty-Nine. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Each one bore names with promise—powerful bloodlines, curious anomalies, or students who had demonstrated irregular combat patterns in previous terms.

He had his filters.

Mana types. Lunar sensitivity.

Unregistered spells with resonance feedback.

Cadets whose medical or family records were redacted beyond standard privacy norms.

So far? Nothing.

He observed a cadet from Team Seventeen—Rivas Moor, descendant of a forgotten archmage line. His fire techniques were refined, yes. But his mana bleed was too harsh, his resonance far too volatile.

Not him.

Team Twenty-Nine showed an interesting anomaly—a girl whose lightning output showed strange color shifts on saturation. But her signature was sharp, angular. Solar-aligned, possibly storm-touched. She lacked the layered harmony the moon often demanded.

Not her either.

Cadet after cadet. Team after team. Slowly crossed from his internal list.

The process was meticulous by necessity. The artifact could only guide him so far within these walls. He needed behavior. Data. Subtle shifts in spellcraft that indicated spiritual convergence, not just strength.

He paused briefly as his feed rotated again—Team Eight, engaging a deep-surface elemental trap.

A cadet at the rear was weaving complex sigils—fluid, practiced. Their spell composition held notes of old-world discipline, possibly traced through one of the hidden academies in eastern Arcadia. Interesting… but no lunar trace. Their mana lines were rigid, not cyclical. Their resonance sharp, not layered.

Leonard shook his head once, barely a motion.

"Not this one either."

He tapped a glyph on his slate, filtering the cadet out with a flicker of red light. Another name gone.

This isn't working. Not well enough.

The artifact under his tunic remained inert. Dormant. There were too many barriers—enchanted filters, suppression fields, mana noise from other casters. And more importantly, he was too far. Not just in distance, but in alignment. Without direct exposure to a concentration of Lunar Mana, the artifact couldn't properly attune itself to trace the resonance he was hunting.

It wasn't meant to be used passively.

It was meant to be pointed. Focused.

Directed toward a known signature—something the Kin would naturally carry once their awakening progressed.