Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 1023

The clang of metal against bone echoed through the narrow corridor as Layla drove her shield into the maw of a burrowing beast that had erupted from the wall beside her. Its jagged, chitin-covered limbs scraped furiously against her armguard, trying to force its way around her block—but she held firm, teeth clenched, knees locked.

A burst of light surged from behind.

Sylvie's glyph pulsed outward, reinforcing Layla's leg strength just in time to prevent a full collapse.

"Still holding," Layla grunted, though her breath hitched with strain.

Jasmine, just to her right, spun in a tight arc, her blade dragging sparks across the ground before she severed a second crawler lunging from the ceiling. She panted hard, sweat streaking down her jawline. "Too many angles—walls, floor, ceiling. They're everywhere."

"They're cornering us," Sylvie said, already adjusting her mana thread layout behind them. "They're using heat signatures from contact points to predict movement. We can't stay in formation much longer."

Irina's flames scorched a fresh wave of crawling horrors ahead, but even she could tell—the corridor's shape had worked against their usual layout. The tight turns and uneven terrain meant the burden of contact had fallen heavily on Jasmine and Layla to hold the forward arc. And they were paying for it now.

"They're trying to exhaust us," Astron said flatly from the back, where he stood over a fallen wall section, eyes still scanning. His daggers were bloodied, but his breathing was steady. "We're nearly through. One more junction before the core chamber."

Jasmine staggered slightly, her blade faltering mid-swing before she forced herself upright again. "Then let's push."

Layla gave a short nod, sweat dripping from her chin as she slammed her shield forward one more time, clearing a brief opening.

Irina stepped into it, her flames flaring wide, cleansing the tunnel ahead with a sweeping arc of heat.

The monsters shrieked.

The stone glowed red.

And in the silence that followed, only the team's breathing remained—harsh, ragged, but unbroken.

"We're close," Astron said again, stepping forward now, the faint shimmer of trap lines visible through his mana-sight.

"One last corridor," Sylvie confirmed, the glow from her gloves dim but unwavering.

Layla panted, shaking out her arms. "Then let's finish this."

And they moved again—bloodied, tired, but sharper than steel.

The final stretch awaited.

*****

The dungeon exit flared to life with a hiss of released pressure, mana seals unraveling in slow concentric pulses as the gate reopened. One by one, Team Fourteen stepped out—each of them marked by the unmistakable signs of a hard-fought battle.

Layla's armor was scorched and scraped, one shoulder visibly dented from where she'd taken the full force of a pouncing crawler. Jasmine's side was stained with dried blood, her gait uneven as she pressed a hand to her ribs. Sylvie looked drained, the blue glow of her gloves dimmed to a faint pulse. Irina's cloak was tattered along the hem, the ends burned from overuse of flame. And Astron, though the least visibly damaged, carried several new gashes along his arms—quickly sealed, but deep enough to prove engagement.

They looked like they'd clawed their way through the dungeon—and they had.

The staff on standby glanced up as they emerged, some making quick notes, others murmuring into communication crystals.

Jasmine exhaled hard, brushing a hand through her damp bangs as she glanced at the group. "That was rougher than I thought it'd be."

Layla grunted in agreement, her fingers flexing stiffly. "I couldn't hold everything. Not like last time. They kept slipping past."

There was a note of frustration in her voice—low, tight. Not anger, but disappointment.

Jasmine added quietly, "I think I slowed us down. I couldn't clear the second wave fast enough. Astron had to cover for me twice."

Irina looked between them, then shook her head. "You were fine."

Layla blinked, caught off guard. "You're not just saying that?"

Irina's gaze was cool, but not sharp. "If I thought you were dragging us down, I'd tell you."

Sylvie offered a soft smile, brushing her thumb against the faint burn along Layla's forearm. "It was a bad environment for both of you. Cramped terrain, constant angles, poor visibility. That's a nightmare for your styles."

Astron, now standing near the exit terminal, gave a faint nod without turning around. "Not every dungeon is compatible with the kind of hunter you are. That's how it works."

His voice was calm. Unapologetic. But it wasn't cold—just honest.

"You held the line when it mattered," he continued. "The formation didn't collapse. That's what matters."

There was a moment of stillness as Astron's words settled—low, steady, and unexpectedly grounding.

Layla glanced at him sidelong, eyes narrowing faintly—not in irritation, but surprise. Jasmine raised an eyebrow, half-expecting some kind of biting follow-up. None came.

Sylvie looked between them, her expression softening.

Jasmine broke the silence first. "Huh. Was that supposed to be encouraging?"

Astron didn't respond.

Layla gave a tired snort and nudged Jasmine's elbow. "Just take it as a compliment. That's as much as he gives."