Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 487

Chapter 487 110.1 - Whose intention whose fate

<Inside the Chamber of Deception>

The [Chamber of Deception] was a labyrinth of illusions and shifting walls, a place designed to break even the most disciplined minds.

The air inside was heavy, thick with a tension that seemed to press down on Astron's shoulders as he navigated the maze. Every step he took felt like a test, each turn an invitation to lose himself in the disorienting environment.

For the past four hours, Astron had been pushing his limits—mentally, physically, and spiritually. The chamber was relentless, its tricks and traps growing more complex the deeper he ventured. It wasn't just a test of his [Perceptive Insight] but a challenge to his very willpower.

He moved cautiously, every sense heightened as he attempted to decipher the shifting patterns of mana around him. The walls seemed to pulse with energy, blurring his vision with false paths and hidden dangers.

With each step, the chamber's illusions grew more convincing, more insidious, as if it were adapting to his attempts to see through it.

'Stay focused,' Astron reminded himself, his breath steady but his mind weary. The mental strain of filtering out the deception from reality was immense, but he couldn't afford to falter now.

He had to trust in his training, in the newfound understanding of his [Perceptive Insight], and in his ability to see beyond the physical.

His eyes narrowed as he reached out with his mana, letting it flow through the chamber, searching for the true path hidden among the false leads.

The chamber responded with a surge of energy, trying to confuse him, to overload his senses with conflicting information. But Astron had learned to filter, to sift through the chaos and find the underlying truth.

It was like solving a complex puzzle where the pieces kept changing shape, but he was beginning to see the patterns, the hidden threads that tied the illusions together. The chamber wasn't invincible; it had weaknesses and cracks in its design that could be exploited. freewebnσvel.cøm

As he moved deeper, the physical demands of the chamber began to take their toll. The ground shifted beneath his feet, forcing him to react quickly and maintain his balance as the terrain itself seemed determined to throw him off course.

Sweat dripped down his brow, his muscles aching from the constant strain of navigating the treacherous environment.

But Astron refused to give in. Every time his body screamed for rest, he pushed forward, drawing on his inner reserves. This wasn't just about reaching the exit; it was about proving to himself that he could overcome anything the chamber threw at him. He would not let this place break him.

Suddenly, the chamber shifted again, the walls around him blurring and twisting as a new wave of illusions assaulted his senses. He staggered, his vision swimming with false images—doors that weren't there, paths that led to nowhere. The mental exertion of filtering through the illusions was immense, like trying to hold back a tide of chaos with sheer willpower.

'Focus,' he reminded himself, grounding his mind with an anchor of calm. He could feel the mana around him because of the way it interacted with the chamber's tricks. Slowly, he began to decipher the new wave of deceptions, picking apart the lies to find the truth hidden within.

Then, amidst the chaos, he sensed it—a faint, steady flow of mana that cut through the illusions like a beacon. It was subtle, almost imperceptible, but it was there—the true path.

Astron followed the flow, ignoring the distractions that tried to pull him away. Each step felt like a battle against the chamber's relentless efforts to mislead him, but he pressed on, his eyes locked on the mana flow that guided him forward.

The chamber's attempts to deceive him grew more desperate, the illusions more elaborate, but Astron had found his rhythm. He moved with purpose, his mind clear as he trusted in the mana to lead him to the exit.

Finally, after what felt like an eternity, the illusions began to fade. The chamber's tricks grew weaker, the walls around him solidifying into their true forms. Astron could see the end in sight—a large door, unadorned but radiating a sense of finality. The exit.

He took a deep breath, steadying himself as he approached. His body ached, and his mind was exhausted, but he had made it. He reached out, placing his hand on the door, feeling the cool surface beneath his palm.

The door opened with a low creak, revealing a passage beyond—bright, clear, and free of the chamber's oppressive energy.

Astron stepped through, his breath escaping in a relieved sigh as the tension of the past four hours finally began to ease.

He had done it. He had found the exit.

As he emerged from the chamber, the heavy door closed behind him with a final, resounding thud. The silence that followed was profound and simple….

GROWL!

At that moment, his stomach ached….

'I really am hungry.'

He could not help but shake his head…..

*****

<Combat Training Arena, Eleventh Day of Training, 5 A.M.>

The first light of dawn filtered through the high windows of the training hall, casting long shadows on the polished floor.

Dakota entered the arena, expecting another day of rigorous training with Astron.

She had seen him progress rapidly over the past few days, but today felt different—there was an unspoken tension in the air, something that made her pause as she stepped onto the mat.

Astron was already there, standing in the center of the hall, his posture relaxed yet exuding a subtle intensity.

He turned to face her, and for a moment, Dakota was taken aback. There was something different about him, something fundamental that had shifted since she last saw him.