Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 233

Chapter 233 Chapter 53.1 - A Night Walk

3 a.m.

The room was filled with many luxurious ornaments.

Having already finished her daily tasks and training, Irina was lying on her comfortable sofa while playing the ChronoScape.

Now, she was already accustomed to playing that game and was using it as a passing time. After all, she also needed to have something to let her stress out of the game.

However, she was not as violent as Julia was compared to how she played.

"JUST BLOCK THE HOOK!"

Well, even she had the times when she couldn't even stand it.

"Just block the hook, man; I will heal you anyway."

After her initial defeat against Lilia on the weekend, she felt humiliated. Becoming a laughing stock for them made her feel the shame of being quite bad at the game.

However, she needed to acknowledge her weaknesses. When it came to this game, her mechanics weren't as good as others.

'But I am smart.'

However, she was smart, so she started playing in a different class.

'Support is the best.'

Leaving the crying to carry on the lane alone, she started wandering around the map, helping her other teammates. After all, that guy didn't block the hook? Why should she help him?

'DEFEAT'

Irina clenched her jaw as the defeat screen flashed across the ChronoScape. The words "Defeat" in bold red letters felt like a slap to her pride. She couldn't believe she had lost again, especially after she had switched to the support class, thinking it would be the solution to her gaming woes.

Her teammates had disappointed her, failing to meet her expectations. She could feel the irritation building up as she prepared to unleash her frustration on the carry who, in her eyes, failed to dodge that crucial hook and got one shot.

"Seriously? Can't you see a hook coming a mile away? I was healing you for crying out loud!" Irina vented her frustration in the in-game chat. The words flowed from her fingers in a heated blur as she criticized the carry for what she perceived as a glaring mistake.

As the flame war ignited in the chat, Irina's stress level only seemed to rise. The exchange of words became more intense, and soon, the defeat seemed less about the game and more about her need to assert herself.

The virtual battlefield transformed into a battleground of words, and Irina was determined not to back down.

"You bastard, who are you calling a pus*y, huh?"

"How dare you call me goth e-girl? Which point of me is a goth?"

"Fat, ugly basement rat? What the hell?"

"Go 0/1, IRL?"

The words stung, and Irina's initial attempt to defend herself turned into a futile struggle against the rising tide of toxicity. It was as if these people weren't even considering her human at all.

"Why do people get this rude over a game?" Irina wondered aloud, frustration lingering as she stared at the now-closed application.

"Sigh…I don't even want to play anymore."

With a sigh, she leaned back in her chair, contemplating the absurdity of the situation. In the grand scheme of things, it was just a game, and yet the words had cut deep. Irina shook her head, realizing the toxicity had taken a toll on her mood.

"I will just sleep."

Deciding that sleep might be the remedy for her frayed nerves, Irina attempted to lie down and close her eyes. However, the echoes of the virtual battlefield lingered, preventing her from finding solace in the quiet of her room.

"Again, huh?"

Restlessness settled in, and Irina found herself drawn to an old habit she had developed to escape her strict mother's watchful eye at home — taking a solitary walk at night. It was something she had been doing even from childhood.

Some may say it was just an entitled act of brattiness, but at the very least, she felt like she was free when she was walking alone, escaping the duties that were enforced to her by her mother.

The cool breeze and the solitude of the campus at 3 a.m. beckoned her, promising a temporary escape from the chaos of both the digital and real worlds.

Slipping into a pair of sneakers and grabbing a jacket, Irina quietly left her room.

SWOOSH!

The night air greeted her, crisp and refreshing. As she strolled through the deserted pathways, the weight of the online toxicity slowly lifted.

She felt herself cooling down. Her normally high body temperature because of her trait was also a little calmer now because of her cold. She wouldn't even need to take a jacket with her, but she just liked looking like an adult and a normal student.

The moonlight cast a soft glow on the empty roads, and the occasional rustle of leaves added to the serene atmosphere.

'I guess it is not just me.'

As she strolled, Irina couldn't help but notice the few students who lingered around at this late hour. Some were engaged in hushed conversations, while others were taking solitary walks like her.

After all, this was the Arcadia Hunter Academy. Awakened students with high talents gathered here; thus, they could go without sleep for at least two days.

The dimly lit corners revealed scattered groups of friends chatting away, their laughter echoing in the stillness of the night.

SLURP!

"Calm down…."

"You know, I can't…"

Amid the quiet ambiance, Irina's eyes caught glimpses of couples sharing intimate moments under the moonlight.

'What the hell are they doing?'

She asked herself, her cheeks getting a little red. Even though she was quite far away, their sounds still reached her eyes.

She felt the shame they didn't feel but at the same time…

'I wonder how it would feel?'

A pang of envy tugged at her as she observed them, feeling a sense of longing for the connection and warmth they seemed to share.

'No, what am I thinking?'