Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 153

Chapter 153 34.4 - First Step [Interlude]

Reiner looked at his hands, feeling something was amiss.

'What was I doing?'

Something was different.

It was as if, something had possessed him. The anger he just felt, the fear, all those emotions. They were so extreme that, it wasn't normal.

But before he could even think of anything, a sound echoed inside the room of the research.

CLAP! CLAP! CLAP!

It was the sound of clapping.

'What?'

Then he realized. There was one other being with them inside this place.

The sole reason why he was in this state.

'I forgot?'

He realized; he had forgotten the existence of the assailant in the room.

At that moment, it felt unnatural.

"It really worked…."

As the clapping continued, a figure emerged from the shadows.

The attacker revealed himself, wearing a dark, creepy mask that concealed his face.

His hood draped over his head and obscured any glimpse of his hair. The attire, pitch black like the abyss, merged seamlessly with the shadows surrounding him.

The aura exuding from the mysterious figure was suffused with darkness, but underneath that layer, a faint silver-colored mana emanated. It was a strange and ominous combination, creating an unsettling presence.

But the moment Reiner saw the attire, he realized it was the attacker immediately. The moving shadows and the arrows coated with mana matched the figure perfectly.

TAP! TAP!

As if to instill more fear into its enemies, the once-silent figure slowly moved while making sounds.

As the clapping ceased, a low, eerie whisper emanated from behind the mask, cutting through the dim silence.

"Congratulations. You've made it easier for me," the figure mocked, his voice carrying a tone of sinister satisfaction. "Fighting amongst yourselves like rabid beasts. Truly, you've proven yourselves worthy of following a bunch of dogs."

Reiner's eyes narrowed in a mixture of anger and desperation as he glared at the masked figure.

'It was this fucker.'

The sinister presence of their assailant fueled the fiery rage within him.

'I will kill him.'

"Grr…."

Gritting his teeth, Reiner harnessed the last remnants of his demonic energy, unleashing a primal roar as he charged at the hooded menace like a wounded beast.

"RAAA!"

The anger he felt coupled with the fear of death now turned him into nothing but a lump of disgusting flesh not resembling a human.

SWOOSH! His movements were fueled by a reckless determination, driven by the fury of a cornered predator.

But, the moment his blade met with the supposed attacker, the only thing he cut was the empty air.

'Huh?'

"You don't learn, don't you?"

The hooded figure's voice echoed, the sentence hanging in the air like a venomous promise.

SWOOSH! SLASH!

Before Reiner could comprehend the meaning behind those words, the attacker swiftly moved. His already tired and worn-out body was reaching its limits, but it came nowhere close to the mental strain on his mind that accumulated in just ten minutes.

The silver-coated daggers in hooded hands blurred in the air, leaving behind streaks of deadly brilliance.

"Gah!" Reiner grunted as pain flared through his body. The daggers imbued with a strange silver mana, cut through his demonic skin with an efficiency that defied the chaotic nature of the ongoing battle.

At that moment, Reiner felt the true fear once more.

'No….I can't die….I can't die….'

The door of the death was opened, and someone was seemly peeking through that door.

"YOU BASTARD!"

Reiner shouted, trying to fend his fear off.

RAAAAAR! Reiner's desperate roar echoed through the dimly lit room as he summoned the last reserves of his demonic energy. The crimson aura around him flared, creating an eerie spectacle that clashed with the silver brilliance of the attacker's daggers.

"You really are no different, a beast," the hooded figure remarked, his voice a chilling whisper that hung in the air.

And then, with an uncanny swiftness, the shadowy figure vanished. It was as if he had melded seamlessly with the darkness, leaving no trace behind.

Reiner, caught in the grip of fear, struggled to comprehend the sudden disappearance of his adversary.

"Where are you, you bastard?" Reiner shouted, his voice a mix of rage and desperation. He frantically scanned the surroundings, his heightened senses strained to their limits.

The room seemed to close in on him, the shadows becoming suffocating. Reiner could hear the rustling of the air, the subtle sounds of movement, but he couldn't pinpoint the location of the assailant. fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm

With each second passed, it felt like thirty seconds. His mind was already worn out from all the things that happened, and the pain from the wounds added salt to it.

"Show yourself!" Reiner demanded, his breaths heavy and labored.

RUSTLE!

'Here.'

And as he suddenly heard a sound on his back, he attacked like a madman.

"RAAA!"

SWOOSH! SWOOSH! SWOOSH!

He swung his demonic blades in a wild frenzy, attacking the empty air. His movements were driven not by strategy but by a desperate attempt to strike anything that might be lurking in the shadows.

But his attack met with nothing, as the attacker remained elusive; his presence was felt but never seen. Reiner, now covered in a cold sweat, turned in all directions, his senses on edge.

"What's the matter, Reiner?" The hooded figure's voice taunted him from the unseen. "Can't handle the unknown?"

As the disembodied voice continued its mockery, Reiner felt a paralyzing fear take hold.

The figure's taunting continued, each word dripping with malevolence. "You, who fancy yourself a predator, are nothing more than prey in the dark. How does it feel, Reiner? The fear, the helplessness?"