Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 149

Chapter 149 33.3 - Aftermath

Inside a room, two people could be seen looking at each other. One was an old man with a bulky body, his presence commanding the room.

"Is that all?" The man's deep voice resonated in the room.

The other one was the instructor, who had been watching what had happened in the dungeon at that time.

"Yes, that is all, chairman. The healer, Sylvie, demonstrated an unexpected surge in her abilities, successfully treating a severely injured student named Astron. The circumstances surrounding Astron's injuries are unclear, and he left the room shortly after being healed. Sylvie seems to have experienced an awakening of her trait during the healing process."

The academy's chairman, known for his wisdom and experience, listened intently as the instructor recounted the events in the healing room.

The chairman stroked his beard, his eyes reflecting contemplation. "Astron... It is that kid again."

The chairman was well aware of the name Astron Natusalune. After all, that kid was one of the reasons for his headaches in the recent past.

"Do you know him, chairman?"

The instructor asked, looking at the chairman with a curious expression. It was not normal for him to show interest in lower-ranking students, especially the last-ranked ones.

"Partially." The chairman's reply came in a slightly mysterious manner, but it also contained the tone of not wanting to explain any longer.

Understanding that the chairman didn't want to be asked anymore about this, the instructor decided to focus on the main topic.

"So, what do you suggest us to do?" She asked, looking at the chairman.

"I am not sure if the others have also sensed the change." The chairman mumbled, stroking his beard. His eyes shone slightly for a second, as if the mana around was converging to him.

"But, we need to be prepared. The era is changing." The chairman's gaze turned distant as if contemplating unseen threads of destiny. "And this is the first step of the change. The stars have already started their movement."

The instructor looked at the chairman but didn't say anything. Even though those words seemed like they came out of the mouth of a madman, she knew the chairman far had surpassed what was considered normal for humans.

After all, he was one of the holders of the [Venerate] seat and the sole reason why this academy was able to operate without the intervention of external powers.

"Even if they hadn't already sensed it, they will realize the changes soon enough. The girl needs to awaken her fate." With those words sinking, the room suddenly filled with an immense amount of mana.

TOK!

But, with a small hit of the chairman's baton, the mana gathered was dispersed.

"The authority of the First Lord...Many will covet it."

"Authority of the First Lord?" At this point, the instructor couldn't help but ask. What did the words 'First Lord' mean?

"Heh…." A small laugh slipped from the chairman's mouth as he heard this question. "Now, I understand." Turning back, he faced the instructor, looking at her with a small smile.

"There are things you shouldn't peek at." His words seemed arrogant, but the instructor knew what they meant.

"I understand." She nodded and bowed her head. "But what should we do about this situation?"

"What should we do…." The chairman looked at the documents on his desk. There was a special document which contained a picture of a yellow-haired girl.

"He is the catalyst of the girl's awakening. Therefore, he is the possible key for her path."

The instructor nodded, absorbing his words. "What do you suggest we do, chairman?"

"Their proximity is paramount," the chairman stated. "Arrange for Astron to stick with Sylvie. The currents of fate have already brought them together. We must ensure that they navigate this shifting landscape side by side. Their destinies are aligned, and the academy's future hinges on their journey."

The chairman rose from his seat, a sense of urgency in his demeanor. "Prepare for the convergence. The other [Venerates] may have their own pawns in play. Our moves must be calculated and decisive. The era of change has begun, and we shall navigate its currents to ensure the academy's survival."

With those final words, the room fell silent once more as the instructor prepared herself to leave.

"Understood, Father."

And, with that one last word, she disappeared.

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In the dimly lit room, draped in shadows, a man sat upon a throne made of ancient, ominous bricks.

-His eyes, dark and inhumane, conveyed a sense of boredom, yet within them flickered a subtle but potent essence of darkness.

-CRACKLE!

The torches crackled, making the room look like an ancient space.

As the air in the room thickened with an ominous aura, a figure emerged from the shadows behind the throne. Veiled in mysterious darkness, their face obscured, they approached the seated man with an air of reverence.

"It has appeared," the veiled figure murmured, their voice carrying a weight of foreboding. From his hands, a bunch of tendrils moved, revealing a small sphere made from glass.

"The prophecy we've been awaiting has begun to unfold."

The man on the throne shifted slightly, his eyes narrowing with interest.

"Sooner than what we have seen." The man's words echoed in the room as his eyes were fixated on the sphere. "This shouldn't have happened."

His eyes were pitch black and looked distant, as if he could see the things behind the walls of the castle where he had been residing.