Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 31

Chapter 31 Chapter 8.2 - Art Manual

The moment I woke up, I found myself in a realm bathed in an ethereal moonlight glow, but small shadows were also covering the environment.

Before me stood a figure, unlike anything I had ever seen, clad in otherworldly attire that seemed to shimmer with celestial energy, it looked like myself, but at the same time, it was not.

A weird feeling of connection enveloped me the moment my gaze was focused on the enigmatic figure.

My thoughts were solely focused on the figure, as it excluded a precise and swift killing intent that I had never been subjected to before, but after a second later, the killing intent left the place, making me feel relaxed.

His face was covered with shadows, his only silhouette could be seen even under the light of the moon. It looked enigmatic and indecipherable. The enigmatic presence radiated an aura of power and mastery over death.

In his hands stood a dim moonlight energy, moving endlessly, but it contained no form. Then the figure started moving with fluid, grace, and precision.

First, the figure produced a pair of gleaming daggers, the blades so sharp they seemed to cut through the very fabric of reality. With unparalleled agility, they launched a flurry of silent, deadly strikes, each one finding its mark with deadly accuracy.

In the next part, the enigmatic figure's hands blurred with motion as they produced a set of gleaming chakrams. These circular blades seemed to hum with mysterious energy, and the figure twirled them with mesmerizing skill. With each movement, the chakrams left trails of moonlight, creating an almost hypnotic dance.

With a burst of energy, the figure imbued the chakrams with celestial power. They glowed with radiant light as they were launched with deadly accuracy.

The spinning blades sliced through the air, homing in on their targets like guided missiles. No enemy could evade their trajectory, and each strike found its mark with lethal precision.

As the dream unfolded, the figure's form shifted once again, and they now held a sleek and elegant bow in their hands. Drawing the string back, they seemed to merge with the very essence of the moonlight. The arrows they released were no ordinary projectiles; they carried a celestial force that propelled them with incredible speed and accuracy.

Each arrow found its target with uncanny precision, striking vital points and disabling foes without fail. The figure moved with a calm and focused demeanor, and each shot was delivered with unwavering accuracy. It was as if they could see into the future, predicting the movements of their adversaries before they even made them.

Next, the enigmatic presence transformed yet again, this time holding weird-looking weapons, one short and one long. I understood that they were guns; even if their design looked surreal, I somehow knew.

With swift and fluid movements, they demonstrated unparalleled proficiency in firearms. The bullets fired from the gun were not metallic but created solely from the mana itself, creating a dazzling display of ethereal projectiles that found their way unerringly to their intended targets.

The rifle shots were equally impressive, the figure hitting distant marks with pinpoint accuracy. Each shot seemed to carry the weight of the moon itself, delivering devastating force upon impact. The figure moved like a shadow, blending seamlessly with the darkness, making it impossible for any adversary to track their movements.

Entering the shadows and exiting, producing clones, manipulating the shadows to distract and bind the enemies….

And at the end, the figure became one with the shadows in his hands, weapons of destruction….

As I watched the figure perform with these deadly weapons, each transition between them was seamless, like a symphony of destruction conducted with perfect precision. The dream granted me a glimpse into the pinnacle of weapon mastery, a realm of skill and power that I could only aspire to achieve.

Then a name sounded inside my head.

'Lethal Arsenal Ascendancy.'

And following that, I lost consciousness once again, but I knew this time it was for me to wake up in the real world.

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"Urghk-"

I woke up with a heavy stinging pain in my head as I looked over my room.

"The process is finally finished, huh?" Mumbling like that, I stood up. I was unconscious for almost two hours, and the evening was approaching; the sun was about the set.

'I missed the lecture.'

And I had missed the afternoon lecture about the dungeons and monsters, but it was fine for now since the instructor didn't take any attendance normally.

Walking to the bathroom, I threw myself into the shower to get rid of the stiffness of my body while taking a cold shower to cool my head off.

The moment the cold droplets of water hit my body, I shivered, but my brain also started working at its normal speed.

'Let me take a look at my status.'

The moment I thought that, a panel appeared before me.

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?Name: Astron Natusalune

?Occupation: Weapon Master (level 1)

?Talent Limit: 6

?Passives:

- Vengeful Bane

?Attributes:

Variable Attributes:

- Strength: 1.5

- Dexterity: 2.1

- Agility: 2.0

- Constitution: 1.4

- Intuition: 2.2

- Magical Power: 2.6

- Mana Capacity: 1.8

?Traits:

- Perceptive Insight (Unique)(Unchanging)

- Lunar Enigma (????) (Growth Type) (Stage 0)

- Shadowborne (Legendary) (Growth Type)(Stage 1)

?Arts: