Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 247

Chapter 247 Chapter 58.1 - Crossing Hearts

People tend to get comfortable when things start turning into monotonous ones. It is called comfort zone, and it is one of the traits we humans have developed over the course of evolution.

Whenever we find something or somewhere safe, we would stick to it to survive. But as the time passed, this type of evolution became something different.

It became a trait symbolizing laziness. After all, the more you get comfortable, the more you will get stagnant.

And being stagnant means being content with yourself.

And this is not something I can ever accept.

THUD! THUD! THUD!

Standing in front of the training dummy, different kinds of thoughts passed through my head.

"Huff….."

Sweat was pouring from my face. It was the usual routine for me at this point. I woke up after sleeping for around three and a half hours and then started to train instantly.

"This should be enough for now."

I mumbled, reaching out the towel utilizing the formula I had been working on.

「Telekinesis」

It was the name, though the definition itself is a lot more complex. First-ranked magic spell that enables the user to control the forces by creating fields.

As I left the training room, the chill of the winter night embraced me, and the darkness loomed overhead.

The academy's corridors were quiet, the only sound echoing being the soft tap of my footsteps against the cold tiles.

"Huff…."

'It had been a while, had it?'

It was exceptionally cold this time, contrary to last year. However, it was doubtful that I could even remember it correctly. Sometimes I wondered, was my memory even right?

'Whatever.'

Then, I decided that thinking like this was pointless.

I walked briskly through the empty roads, my breath visible in the frigid air.

The dimly lit pathways and the occasional gusts of wind rattling the windows – it was a stark contrast to the bustling activity during the day.

As I ventured outside, the silence of the night was broken by distant sounds.

THUD! GIGGLE!

Intrigued, I followed the noises, my steps muffled on the snow-covered ground. As I approached, I could discern hushed voices and occasional laughter.

Peering around the corner, I saw a group of students gathered in an open area.

'Hmm?'

They seemed engrossed in a clandestine activity. Curiosity getting the better of me, I silently moved closer to eavesdrop on their conversation.

It was unusual for any students to even be awake at this hour of time. Unless people are training maniacs like me, their motives would be shady.

That was my own analysis, though, as nothing was certain.

"I didn't do anything like that….Please...Why don't you believe me?"

However, as I had concealed my presence utilizing my trait [Shadowborne], I finally crossed enough distance to be able to hear everything I needed to know.

"Sob….Please….Sob…."

"Heh, look at this little thwart."

As I witnessed the disturbing scene unfolding before me, my brain looked for any information for the people in front.

The girls, with a malicious glint in their eyes, circled around another student, their laughter echoing in the cold night air.

The victimized girl, visibly distressed, tried to defend herself with a meek voice, denying the accusations hurled at her.

'I see….'

This was a common case that happened in the world. People tend to become cruel when they hold power.

After all, we are all beings with egos inside them, and that ego is something that continuously encourages us to become something.

'It is a human's desire to become a god, but that desire is what makes them sink.'

SLAP!

As the sound of a slap echoed around the place, giggles followed.

"Shut up, bitch. Who are you to lie before me!"

SLAP!

"Hick…..I didn't do it…..I didn't do it…..I didn't do it….."

"Oh, look who's denying everything! We have proof, you little tramp! Or should I say, Mia?"

At the mention of the name 'Mia' specifically, the girl flinched.

"You thought we didn't know, right? Nobody would notice, right? Our little M….I….A….."

"Nooo...."

The girl continued to shrink while grabbing her knees with her arms. It was a common response to trauma, especially when it was something that the mind recognized as a threat to life.

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"Look at her Emma….She can't even take it…." One of the other girls came forward while looking at 'Mia' like she was a bug.

My mind, devoid of empathy or guilt, continued its dispassionate analysis.