Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 339

Chapter 339 79.1 - Commotion

?[You just need to do what you always did.]

Emma's gaze hardened as she studied the photo more closely, her eyes narrowing at the sight of Jane--Mia to some--who sat laughing, seemingly carefree with a boy across from her at a small diner.

'It is him!'

The boy was none other than the very one who had stepped in last time when Emma had gotten overly aggressive with Jane.

That boy had become a thorn in her side, his defiance an irritation. Thus, she had taught him a lesson. She still remembered how she had stepped on him; it was truly an ethereal feeling. Being in power in such situations was really something addicting, after all.

'Heh, this is why I hate such bigots. They can't ascertain the type of girls that would be fit for them.'

Then, another realization stung. Jane, who had been keeping a low profile in class, wasn't actually stepping back as Emma had thought. Instead, she was redirecting her social energies, possibly growing closer to that guy, something Emma couldn't tolerate.

'You bitch....Now that you have learned your lesson, you are trying to entice other guys, huh? Do you think you can do as you please, away from my eyes? After being a whore before, now you are trying to spread your legs to others?'

Her jealousy and anger flared anew, fueled by the image before her and the coercive nudge from her anonymous blackmailer.

Her hands trembled slightly as she typed a response. [What exactly do you want me to do?] Emma's mind raced, already dreading the answer she might receive but knowing full well that her options were limited.

She was caught in a web of her own past actions, each thread pulling tighter around her with every passing second.

The reply came quickly, chilling in its brevity. [Ensure the time they are spending now is messed up. Scare them enough to avoid each other. You know how. Also, make sure that the results are satisfying. You don't have much time.]

Emma's thoughts swirled with a mix of resentment and begrudging understanding as she pieced together the intentions behind the anonymous demand. "They must be jealous... Want to see them fall apart," she muttered under her breath, a small smirk playing at the corner of her lips.

It wasn't uncommon in her social circles to sabotage others out of envy or spite, and in a twisted way, she felt a connection to the mysterious figure pulling her strings.

'Whoever are those bastards, they are definitely familiar to me. But, I doubt that they want Jane...Well, if they want her to resort to such methods, then it will not be good for her at all. After all, they didn't even help her when she was in need.'

If disrupting Jane and the guy's burgeoning relationship was the goal, then it was a task Emma found distastefully familiar but entirely within her wheelhouse.

Though she hadn't noticed it, she was already addressing the blackmailers as "them" since the message mostly contained "we." And, since the picture came, it meant that the blackmailer was directly related to that time, being a possible witness, yet they just watched.

With a renewed sense of purpose, albeit marred by the coercion hanging over her, Emma picked up her phone and began sending out messages to her gang. "Meeting, 20 minutes, usual spot," she texted, her fingers moving swiftly over the screen.

As her plans began to take shape, her demeanor hardened; the earlier unease at being manipulated transitioned into a cold determination to execute the task effectively and regain some semblance of control over her situation.

As her friends confirmed one by one, Emma outlined her strategy. They would need to be subtle yet impactful, instilling just enough fear and discomfort to drive a wedge between Jane and Ethan without drawing undue attention to themselves. Emma knew the balance well; it was a game she had played too many times before.

"Heh, just watch." Then, with a smile, she left her room.

*******

Today was a beautiful day for Jane. After all, she met with 'him' early in the morning, and they had been spending time together.

Though she had tried to push the distance and let 'him' go so that he wouldn't entangled with other things, he refused. Even though he was an airhead on his own and somehow 'innocent' in this world, he was able to see through what she was doing.

It was undoubtedly a weird way of showing this, but she wasn't able to refuse his words at some point. She couldn't bring herself up to block him.

All the time, they had texted each other late at night or whenever they were free; those times were really nice, and she somehow wasn't feeling lonely when she was doing so.

Of course, since they were both busy with their lives and their academy schedule, they weren't able to meet each other physically.

That was why they were here right now.

"Is the food to your liking?" 'He' asked.

His face was turned towards her, a gentle curiosity in his sharp hazel eyes, which seemed to reflect not just the light but the depths of his genuine concern for her. Jane admired those eyes; they always seemed to pierce right through to the heart of things, yet they did so with such warmth and kindness.