Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 277

277 Chapter 65.3 - Conclusion

What is the first thing that a person remembers?

When we are born, do we remember everything? Is everyone born with the same composure?

If two newborn babies from different parents were put into the same environment, would they naturally become the same?

Does only our environment affect our lives and not our own beings? Or do the things that we define as our individuality stem from the environment?

What makes us what we are?

The first thing I remember is the color of grey.

The sky is gray; the walls are grayish…..The smell of the world that feels grayish…

I was staring at that gray ceiling in my first memory.

Before showing any interest in staring or playing with my fingertips, I simply wondered what this place was.

Well, calling it wondering might not be right. If wondering about something is an act that is done by the completely developed mind, mine was something that was instinctual.

Something that came from our evolutionary roots, something that we humans have done before we acquired the ability how to think.

Day after day, I spent more and more time just staring at that ceiling.

At first, I cried. I cried because I missed people, and then I learned that no one was coming to help me.

Now that I look back on it, it was instinct, not logic.

This is the first thing a newborn baby, who cannot even speak, learns when it accepts its environment.

After that, I realized the existence of my fingers.

I spent all day long looking at, sucking, and licking my little fingers, and nothing else, in the emptiness.

The nourishment necessary for life was never brought to me.

Do you ever know how it felt as a newborn baby with an empty stomach? Your whole body is in the process of developing, and yet there is no nutrition that it can develop on.

For a new human who just appeared in the real world, what could be more detrimental?

Lack of parents? Something like a parental figure that a human needs to develop both mentally and physically?

In the face of the real lack of three basic needs of life, are parents important?

04:17

The children of streets….Those who had never seen their parents in their lives, nor had any food that was prepared just solely for their sake….

For them….For us….The world is not a kindergarten but a game of survival in which you will lose your comrades one by one every day.

It is a cruel and harsh world different from the one of those like you who are now reading this from your comfortable and warm houses.

In this world of survival, losing friends became a routine, not due to a misunderstanding or a simple disagreement, but from hunger, from the lack of hygiene, from making wrong people enemies, from not abiding by the rules of the streets.

The streets had their own laws, unwritten yet absolute, dictating who could eat, who could survive, and who would inevitably perish.

But who are the ones that survive? Do they possess the same characteristics?

At that time, I didn't know about the term Natural Selection at all. But it was clearly laid in front of my eyes.

From the corners of the streets, when some of my 'friends' were getting beaten, I watched and listened.

As the days passed, I began to understand the importance of possessing the abilities that enabled me to observe and understand.

It wasn't a hobby; it was a skill crucial for survival. The keen sense of awareness, the ability to read situations, and the skill to discern 'friend' from foe became my weapons in this unforgiving environment.

For me, a friend was something that was useful for the sake of my survival. Something that I could never achieve with my own physical abilities alone.

From the day we were born, I realized that humans were never equal to begin with. Some always were stronger than others, some were faster, some were better at fighting, some were more emotionally strong, and some were more clever.

Was I a clever person?

I never knew. What are the criteria for measuring cleverness? Is it the speed of understanding something? Is it the depth that one can go in one subject? I didn't know.

But, neither did I have to.

In this place of survival, we never had the need to hang on to some random definitions. Those are the problems that can only be created by humans who live in a world different from ours. In a world so comfortable that they have the need to create their own problems.

Survival meant mastering the art of adaptation and learning quickly from every encounter, every loss, and every mistake.

The streets demanded constant vigilance, a perpetual sharpening of instincts, turning every moment into a potential threat or opportunity.

In this harsh reality, the world became a classroom, and the lessons weren't taught by teachers but by the merciless trials of the streets.

It was a place where weakness was exploited, and strength was respected. It was a brutal education in the school of life, where the curriculum was written in the language of scars and survival.