Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 362

Chapter 362 83.5 - Damsel?

?Rakshasa Form.

Rakshasa itself is a type of demon, and those who borrowed the power from demons could use it to some extent.

And now, standing before me, Danielle had utilized this, turning herself into a half-demon. It seemed she belonged to a branch of demons who had yet to establish a strong influence in the human domain.

"Grrr…."

She growled, looking at me. Her face now transformed, with her nails getting slightly wider and stronger.

'Inferior bitch. You, who can't achieve anything, can only borrow from low-life demons.'

My hatred ran deep. At that moment, I was hardly able to contain myself.

"Where are you?"

Yet, there was one thing that no one knew about me. The power that I had gotten from the very primordial of the race that she had relied on. It was ironic that this power was the very thing that had assisted me so far when it came to erasing its whole race.

Thanks to it, in the darkness, I reigned supreme. When there was no light, when it was night, I could reveal my true strength.

With my presence concealed thanks to [Shadowborne], I watched the inferior demon-contractor looking around, her teeth growling.

Now that she had activated her state, it must be getting hard for her to control herself. This state was only temporary, after all.

But, well, dealing with low lives is nothing hard for me, but at the same time, it is the only time that I can find solace in these feelings drowning me.

With a silent leap, I emerged from the shadows, my daggers poised for a deadly strike. The darkness cloaked my movements, concealing my presence until the very last moment.

SLASH!

My blades sliced through the air with lethal precision, aiming directly for Danielle's chest. The sudden attack caught her off guard, her growl turning into a gasp of pain as the daggers pierced through her flesh.

"Urgh!" Danielle's voice wavered with agony as blood spurted from the wound, staining her demonic form.

Her eyes widened in shock and disbelief, realization dawning upon her that she had underestimated me.

This was why I was waiting all the time.

To see this expression on her face.

To see surprise.

The demon contractors had one thing in common. They lacked strength and the necessary talent. They compensated for this by making a deal with demons, but at the end of the day, their inferiority remained the same.

This ate them inside, knowing that they would never be enough.

This woman was no different.

Since she was a demon contractor, since she made a deal with a demon, she was naturally bound to become inferior.

"It is interesting, isn't it?"

I mumbled.

"Come here!"

SWOOSH!

A slash of claws came from my side. Its speed was fast, probably faster than the current Ethan.

Shadow Leap.

But, I had once again blended into the shadows, erasing my presence.

SWOOSH!

Seeing her attack missing, the girl, who now became a lesser being, couldn't help but shout in frustration.

"Show yourself!"

SLASH! SLASH! SLASH!

She continuously attacked the empty air around her with her claws, and blades of aura flew all across the space.

Yet, the only thing I needed to do was to read the trajectory of the attacks and then evade them. It wasn't even hard for me with my [Perceptive Insight].

As her rampage attack ended, I readied myself.

SWOOSH!

I once again leaped out of the shadows with my daggers ready.

STAB!

The first stab was aimed right at her chest.

"Kurghk-!"

I intentionally revealed myself right before her face so that I could see the expression on her face.

TWIST!

As I twisted the dagger I stabbed, more and more blood poured from her mouth.

"How is it?" The question left my mouth. It was natural, as I was relishing this feeling. "Do I look stupid now?"

At first, I found it hard to understand. Why did people like these demon contractors always have this misconception that what is being revealed always needed to be true? Why did they put this importance on rankings?

Why couldn't they be careful about the fact that there could be someone who hid their strength? Was it that hard to understand?

But then, after observing people more, I came to the realization of why they thought so. People worked for recognition. They wanted the world to know that they were better. They deserved what they had; they deserved to be looked upon.

People wanted to feel like they were above others. Ironically, to achieve that feeling, they were dependent on the same people they wanted to feel like they were better than them.

Therefore, they thought everybody was like them. Everybody sought recognition like them. Thus, the idea of someone refusing that recognition despite having the capability couldn't cross their head.

This is what differentiates me from them and others. I don't live to see the recognition from people.

What I live for is something simple. It is for my revenge.

I live for my vengeance.

That vengeance is what drives me forward, what fuels me. Even if it also kills me inside, it also keeps me alive.

I love to see the despair on the face of my enemies. I want them to experience the same thing she felt. I want them to understand how it feels to be done the same thing.

I want their world to crumble right before their eyes as well.

"Urghk-!"

Danielle continued to cough blood with my dagger twisted.