Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 414

Chapter 414 94.2 - Not every negative thing is negative

<Fifteen Minutes Ago>

The moment the organization decided to attack, when the order came, all of the members immediately started the operation without any doubt.

Since none of the lower-ranked members could go against the orders of the higher-ranked executives, it was pretty similar to the military, where the hierarchy was absolute.

At least, that was how it was for the starters.

Different from the military, though, for the organization, the hierarchy was much clearer than others.

The reason for that?

The repercussions for not directly complying with the orders.

It was pain and death.

The moment one enters the organization, all they do is leave their lives to the control of high-ranking executives.

This is how the demonic energy works.

Higher-ranking demons can directly command the lower-ranking ones, the same as the humans who traded their humanity for strength via demonic core.

[Plans have changed. Carry on with the attack now!]

Thus, the moment the order came, even though it was not expected and slightly surprising, none of the members cared about it and attacked it.

The same went for Bill, who was just a recently joined member of the organization.

Bill's heart pounded with a mixture of anticipation and dark satisfaction as he received the order. He had no hesitation, no second thoughts. From the moment he had joined the organization, he had accepted the path he would take. After all, he, too, had his own past, one that fueled his resolve.

He remembered the day vividly, the day a hunter forcefully broke into his apartment when he was a child. She had assaulted his brother, and the memory of his brother had changed after that day, and the memory of his brother hanging from the ceiling with his head tied to the rope.

It was that day that he saw the ugliness of the world. Joining the organization had given him the power he craved, the means to exact his revenge.

He moved swiftly through the shadows of the amphitheater, his eyes scanning the crowd for his target. The corrupted seeds he had planted were already taking effect, and chaos was spreading.

Screams echoed around him, but he felt nothing for the people caught in the crossfire.

After all, those were the same people who had refused to listen to his brother at all. Some people even thought his brother was lucky.

The insanity was innate to humans, and that was when he understood that.

Bill spotted a group of professors and hunters forming a defensive perimeter around a cluster of students. His lips curled into a cold smile. These were the people he wanted to make suffer, the ones who were the same as that woman.

Though he didn't have the exact strength to go against the professors right now, did that matter?

'They will be here soon.'

After all, the executives were about to reveal themselves. That was the plan as it was constructed. The moment the attack started, the executives suddenly appeared with their formidable strength, and then they caught the professors off guard.

As the lower rank member, his whole job was to slightly distract the professors until the executives revealed themselves.

Bill activated his communication device as the command was issued to his squad. [Group A, converge on my position. We're taking down that professor and the students she's protecting. Move out!]

Within moments, several figures emerged from the shadows, each wearing the dark uniform of the organization. Their clothes had already changed, taking their normal form. After this point, there was no need to keep their disguises anymore.

They nodded to Bill, determination, and malevolence gleaming in their eyes.

"Let's go," Bill growled. "Hit them hard and fast. Distract them until the executives arrive."

They moved as one, charging toward the cluster of professors and students. Bill's heart raced with dark excitement as he closed the distance, his weapon drawn.

The professor, a middle-aged woman with a stern expression, saw them coming and immediately reacted. "Get behind me!" she shouted to the students, raising her hands and conjuring a shimmering barrier of mana.

Bill and his squad struck the barrier simultaneously, their combined force causing it to flicker and waver. But the professor held firm, her eyes narrowing in concentration.

"Focus your attacks!" Bill barked. "Break through that barrier!"

They unleashed a relentless barrage of strikes, their demonic energy crackling against the barrier. The professor gritted her teeth, reinforcing her shield with every ounce of her power.

But the professors of Arcadia Hunter Academy were not to be underestimated. As Bill's squad pressed their assault, another professor instantly joined the place, noticing that this side was being targeted.

One professor, a tall man with a scar across his face, launched a counterattack with a blast of fiery mana, forcing Bill and his squad to scatter.

Following that, seeing that she was being covered, the female professor instantly summoned tendrils of ice to ensnare and immobilize several of Bill's comrades while also casting the barrier on the other hand.

'Fuck. They are really strong.' Bill cursed under his breath. They were strong—stronger than he had anticipated. The professors responded swiftly and with precision, coordinating their defenses and counterattacks seamlessly.

[Don't stop.] The order came once again while his frustration was mounting. [We need to hold them off until the executives arrive!]

'We are trying to, you fucker.'

He wanted to curse, but he didn't have any time at all.

CLANK!

Since the blade of the professor knocked him away.

It had just happened in an instant, and then he was blasted off by the sheer force of the attack. No, it wasn't just a sheer force. It was most likely related to the Professor's mana, which was coated on the blade.

CRASH! Yet he couldn't even think about it anymore as he crashed into the wall, his body breaking down internally.

"Burghk-!"

Blood splattered around as he felt like his body was in shambles.

Bill looked around and saw that their side was getting pushed back. Countless members of their organization were dying on the ground one by one at the hands of the stronger professors. Though the initial chaos was still unfolding, and the corrupted civilians were attacking others, they were getting subjugated even by the students. The professors and the academy personnel who had instantly gotten organized were dealing with the demonic humans systematically.

His eyes searched for the executives, looking for their traces if he could find any of them. He waited for them to make their appearance, trusting them though the uneasiness in his heart grew.

But to his dismay, they did not appear. The executives did not show up, and he witnessed more and more deaths. The realization struck him like a blow to the gut.

They were discarded. They were left alone.