Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 191

Chapter 191 Chapter 42.6 - Trip

As the assailants retreated with Sylvie in tow, they regrouped in a hidden location. The leader, a tall figure with a hood concealing their face, addressed Mason, the one who had attacked Astron.

"Why did you attack him, you bastard? What if she breaks, huh? Can you take responsibility," the leader of the group demanded, their voice carrying a tone of frustration.

Mason, maintaining a calm demeanor, responded, "He was getting too close, and I had to make sure he wouldn't follow us."

"Really? Do you think he was in a state to do anything? We already know for a fact that he is just a weak bastard."

"It doesn't matter. A threat is a threat."

The leader's eyes narrowed, dissatisfied with Mason's explanation. "Tch. You bastard, just say that you didn't like him; why are you going around with your words?"

Mason smirked, revealing a hint of amusement. "Yeah. That bastard was getting on my nerves, okay. And it is not like, if we let him live, things would be different. He was already going to alert the authorities."

"Sigh…You know, until he had alerted the authorities, we would already be away enough from the start."

"Again, it doesn't matter. A threat is a threat. And I just eliminated it."

"And again, we already made sure he wouldn't be able to move. We already got his dimensional ring and his watch with us anyway."

"..."

"…..You are a reckless idiot." the leader conceded with a sigh. "Now, let's focus on the present. Girl, are you alright?"

Sylvie, still reeling from the events, looked lifeless. Her eyes, once filled with determination, were now vacant, reflecting the deep shock she experienced. She didn't respond to the leader's inquiry, her gaze fixed on some distant point.

Mason, indifferent to Sylvie's state, added, "She's fine. Just give her some time. The shock will wear off, and she'll be more compliant once she understands the situation."

"I know, bastard. Don't order me." The leader said as he looked at his watch.

"The transport will be here in at most half an hour. Until then, keep an eye on her, Mason. We can't afford any unexpected surprises," the leader instructed, emphasizing the importance of vigilance.

Mason, unbothered by the responsibility, merely nodded. "I've got it covered. Just make sure the next part of the plan goes smoothly. I don't want any more hiccups."

Just like that, they started waiting for the vehicle to come inside the backside of the restaurant that was working for them.

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For someone who wants to operate from the shadows, what could be the most detrimental issue?

It is the possibility of their identity being revealed.

This is especially the case for me. After all, neither the government nor anyone could be trusted when it comes to what I have in mind.

Therefore, I needed to act in such a manner, making myself appear as if I had discarded. After all, most of the time, demon followers tend to be watched by something inside them, and that is something none of them know about.

While they gain powers, they also sacrifice their personal lives. The ones who have their powers can witness what is happening with their eyes.

Biting the small pill I had stored in my mouth, I felt the energy returning to my body. The

'Though, I really never expected Sylvie to do such a thing.'

She put her life on the line for me. Even though I was already prepared for the attack, what she did was something that touched my heart.

'Tch. Now, I feel like an asshole for playing with her feelings.'

Everything went as I had planned, aside from what Sylvie had done. She sacrificed herself…At least she tried to. I am sure she really thought she could save me.

That selflessness is what will make Sylvie the future Saintess, and witnessing it like that, a small knot appeared in my heart.

'Why am I remembering her now.'

Her actions made me remember someone in a certain scene. At that point, I almost lost control of my emotions and revealed myself. Anger soared, and I felt my hatred rising.

'Now, it is time for the hunt.'

With my eyes, I could already see the tendrils revealing the location of the assailants. And, now that I had created an alibi for myself, there was no need to hold anything back.

'Especially that Mason. I am going to pluck your eyes out.'

Whatever it is, I can still remember his smirk when he left with Sylvie.

Dash.

SWOOSH!

Swiftly and seamlessly, I blended into the shadows, the cloak of darkness becoming my ally.

With a calculated finesse, I activated the [Unknown's Armor], a gift from a stubborn old man who understood the value of adaptability as well as my trait [Shadowborne].

The shadows enveloped me as the armor's transformative ability came to life. My clothing underwent a silent metamorphosis, turning to the image I had envisioned in my head.

A mask slowly came to my face, and my whole body was covered by the black suit.

The once conspicuous attire now merged seamlessly with the darkness, each fold and contour designed to be indistinguishable in the obscurity of the night, and just like that, I disappeared into the shadows.

******

"Hey."

As the leader left the room, Mason looked at Sylvie, who curled onto the side. He had a widened smile on his face as he finally felt like he had achieved his objective.

Mason leisurely approached Sylvie, his smirk widening as he observed her curled form. The dim light in the hidden location flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls.

"Well, well, Sylvie," Mason taunted, his tone dripping with condescension. "Looks like your grand plan to stop us didn't quite work out, did it? A valiant effort, I must say."

Sylvie's gaze slowly shifted toward Mason, her eyes still clouded with shock but now tinged with a hint of defiance. She remained silent, unwilling to give Mason the satisfaction of a response.

"You know," Mason continued, crouching down to her eye level, "you were so confident back there, standing up to us and all. Thought you could be the hero, huh? But here we are, and you're just another damsel in distress."

Sylvie bit her lip, suppressing the anger welling up inside her. Mason's words were like venom, and she knew responding to his taunts would only fuel his satisfaction.

"How was it? Did you like the last gift I had left for him? After all, that guy was getting on my nerves for a long time, you know?"

Mason chuckled, relishing in the discomfort he was causing. He wanted to have a taste of this girl, but he couldn't because of the orders from higher-ups, so he needed to get this feeling from his chest, right? After all, he had been trying to get her to this point the whole semester. This whole fa?ade was also taking a toll on his mind.