Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 440

Chapter 440 100.5 - Watchers of Arcane

The soft, ambient light of the room slowly increased in intensity, simulating the break of dawn. My eyes flickered open, instantly alert. The room's clock read 4:00 A.M., the perfect time to start my day.

I had always preferred the early hours for training, finding the solitude and silence ideal for focusing my mind and honing my skills.

I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood, stretching out the stiffness from the night's rest. My muscles responded with a familiar ache, a reminder of the previous day's activities.

After a quick shower, I dressed in my training gear: a simple, dark-colored outfit designed for ease of movement and durability.

It was the outfit that was really similar to the one that the academy gave and was also the reason why I was training here before the

Stepping out into the common area, I noticed the doors to Kael's and Lyra's rooms were still closed.

They were likely still asleep, as most people didn't share my habit of waking before dawn. I moved quietly without giving any sign.

The corridors were empty, and the facility was enveloped in a tranquil stillness.

The soft hum of machinery was the only sound, creating a rhythmic backdrop to my thoughts. I navigated my way to the training area, using the map on my watch to guide me.

Upon arriving, I found the expansive training hall deserted, just as I expected. Various sections were designated for different types of training: combat, strategy, magic, and more. I made my way to the combat section, where a variety of weapons and training dummies awaited.

'Time to get to work.'

I started with a series of stretches and warm-up exercises, loosening my muscles and preparing my body for the intense session ahead. Then, I walked to the combat place.

The machine was pretty much the same.

'It is sad that PhantomGlide Dummy is not here, but that is fine.'

One of the finest enemies that I had faced so far was that dummy, as it basically stat-checked me every time.

Whenever I did something, it did it faster and stronger, and it was always a challenge.

After finishing my warm-up exercises, I walked to the combat simulation room. The sleek, futuristic door slid open with a soft hiss, revealing a spacious area filled with advanced training equipment. The room was lined with various sensors and devices designed to analyze and respond to the user's abilities.

'Time to see what this place has to offer.'

I stepped inside, approaching the central console. A holographic display flickered to life, greeting me with a series of options and instructions. Normally, I would be hesitant to reveal my stats, but given my decision to use this opportunity to its fullest, I decided to let the system analyze me.

The console's voice, smooth and mechanical, echoed in the room. "Please stand still for a full analysis."

I positioned myself on the marked spot, feeling a slight hum as the sensors activated. A series of lights scanned my body, and I could sense the technology working, gathering data on my physical and magical capabilities.

After a few moments, the console beeped, signaling the completion of the scan. "Analysis complete. Strength of the user recorded."

The holographic display now showed a detailed breakdown of my stats, though it didn't specify the exact numbers publicly. It was a thorough evaluation, assessing my physical strength, agility, magical capacity, and combat proficiency.

"Please select your desired difficulty level," the console prompted.

Since I didn't want to overexert myself before the evaluations, I opted for a moderate challenge. "Default difficulty."

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"Default difficulty selected. Generating opponent."

The room shifted as holographic projectors activated, creating a lifelike opponent in the center. The opponent materialized, taking the form of a well-built warrior with a sword.

It was a standard combatant designed to test my skills without pushing me to the limit.

'This should be good enough.'

The opponent moved with fluid grace, its eyes locking onto mine. I readied myself, adopting a combat stance and gripping my sword.

Indeed.

The sword.

I decided to develop my sword a little bit before returning to the academy.

While I was training against Irina, I realized something.

While I had been trying to develop the weapons for my Celestalith and my strengths, I had overlooked one thing.

'My class is limitless. And, to be able to achieve higher strength, it will be crucial for me to know more and more weapons.'

This was important, as my [Lethal Arsenal Ascendancy] combat art's progress had been halted. That was why a different approach was needed, and I decided to test these.

Also, by the end of this break, I need to finish that. The opportunity for that will come soon.

At the end of the day, I need to prove my worth here so that I will not be confined here all the time under the guise of training.

Which is another reason why I will not hold back here.

SWOOSH! Just as I was thinking about myself, suddenly, the opponent before me moved at a fluid and fast pace.

The sword training had started.

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A woman walked through the central district, her movements precise and deliberate. The tight bodysuit uniform clung to her form, accentuating her well-trained physique.

Her posture was cold and rigid, a testament to her disciplined nature and the authority she wielded.

Dakota Hellen.

She was the supervisor for the trainees, and today, she was here to oversee the examination location before the tests began.

As she moved, the ambient light of the early morning glinted off the sleek material of her uniform. Her hips swayed subtly with each step, a graceful yet powerful stride that spoke of her confidence and capability.

Her face was set in a stern expression, eyes sharp and vigilant, taking in every detail of her surroundings.