Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 249

Chapter 249 Chapter 58.3 - Crossing Hearts

The moonlight cast a cold glow on the disturbing scene as Ethan stepped forward, looking at the girl lying on the ground.

She, once caught in the web of torment, appeared vulnerable and shattered. Her disheveled hair clung to her tear-streaked face, framing eyes that betrayed a mix of fear, humiliation, and a lingering glimmer of defiance. The pallor of her skin, highlighted by the dim glow of the smartwatch's screen, accentuated the emotional turmoil etched on her features.

'She is a senior.'

From the corner of her arm, Ethan noticed the badge given to sophomore-year students. After looking at the other girls, he realized they also had the same badge on their arms.

'They are also sophomore year students.'

However, that was not the time to think of those details.

Ethan noticed the continuous slaps and hits seemed to etch lines of despair onto her countenance further, and her attempts to shield herself with folded arms mirrored a futile struggle against the overpowering tide of aggression.

'You!'

And that made his blood boil. After all, there was no way a person like him would expect such an occurrence to happen in front of his face.

"Stop that right now!" Ethan's voice reverberated through the secluded corner, disrupting the bullying scene. The bullies, caught off guard, quickly turned their attention to the source of the command.

"Who are you?" came a haughty voice, a tone that Ethan had grown accustomed to during his time at the academy.

The bully girls sneered, eyeing him with a mix of arrogance and disdain. One of them, seemingly the ringleader, stepped forward, her demeanor unapologetic. "What's it to you? This is none of your business."

Ethan's gaze remained steely, his determination unyielding. "When someone's in trouble, it becomes everyone's business. You don't get to torment someone just because you feel like it."

The leader of the bullies shot Ethan a mocking grin, her expression devoid of any remorse or guilt. It was as if what she was doing right now was something she had every right to, and the idea of rules was foreign to her.

"What's your hero complex, huh?" she sneered, her tone dripping with disdain. "This girl needs to learn her place. Maybe a little roughing up will teach her."

Ethan's jaw tightened at the callousness in her words. He felt the heat of anger rising within him, fueled by the blatant lack of empathy displayed by the bully. The moonlight seemed to accentuate the cold, unapologetic gleam in her eyes.

"You're not her savior, and this is none of your business," she continued, her grin widening. "Why don't you go back to whatever hole you crawled out of and leave us alone?"

The other girls snickered in agreement, a cruel chorus that echoed through the night.

'These girls.'

Despite Ethan's steely resolve, a sense of frustration and disbelief settled within him.

'How can a human do that to another?'

The darkness that shrouded the secluded corner seemed to mirror the moral void in the bully's heart from how she looked at the girl with a wide grin, how she licked her lips, and the blood dripping from the tip of her hands.

It looked like the girl was enjoying every bit of a second of what she was doing.

"This isn't something a human would do to another," Ethan stated firmly, refusing to turn away. "Right now, you're not being yourself."

This was what he genuinely believed. Even while he was confronting other demonic humans, he always thought something pushed them to become that way. He thought that in different conditions, nobody would turn that way.

The girl's smirk widened at his words, her tone mocking. "Oh, I'm pissed now," she hissed, her eyes glinting with malice.

SMASH!

Without warning, she raised her fist and delivered a brutal blow to the victim's face.

"AH!"

The sound of impact echoed through the night, followed by a gasp of pain.

"I am not being myself? What the hell?"

The bully girl mumbled. The moonlight played upon her features, casting eerie shadows that accentuated the malicious satisfaction etched on her face. Her enjoyment was palpable, a grotesque spectacle in the secluded corner of the backyard.

"Who do you think you are to say such a thing?"

Ethan felt a surge of anger and frustration, his empathy for the victim fueling his determination to intervene.

SMASH!

Ignoring his words, the girl raised her fist once again, delivering another brutal blow to her unconscious victim. The sickening sound of bones creaking echoed through the night, a chilling testament to the unbridled cruelty that seemed to consume her.

"You think you can change anything?" she scoffed, her tone laced with a twisted amusement. "People like you are all the same. Just weak, pathetic worms."

Ethan clenched his fists, his resolve unyielding despite the escalating brutality. The darkness that had enveloped the secluded corner seemed impenetrable, a stark contrast to the empathy and compassion he desperately tried to uphold.

In a final act of sadistic triumph, the girl loomed over her victim, her smirk widening with a perverse delight. "This is what happens to those who cross me. Those who act all and mighty in front of me while still being a whore."

The girl stood and turned her body fully to Ethan, looking at her with a smirk.

"Emma, haven't you gon-"

"Shut up."

One of her followers tucked her clothes, looking worried. After all, the target of her hits was now lying unconscious, with blood dripping from her head all over.

"Nothing will happen….Worms like these are resilient. Especially those who spread their legs like her."