Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 503

Chapter 503 115.1 - First Mission

After talking with Irina and Senior Maya, I had nothing else to do. Thus, I returned to my room and got ready for the next day.

As I sat on the edge of my bed, I reviewed the information I had gathered so far, piecing together the details that led to my decision to attend the upcoming banquet organized by the Cux family.

The banquet itself was just an elaborate pretense, a social event designed to flaunt their wealth and influence. But beneath the surface, it was much more than that.

'Silas Vayne…' The name lingered in my mind, a focal point of my thoughts. From the information I'd managed to extract, it became clear that Silas had deep connections with the Cux family.

This wasn't just some passing acquaintance; it was a relationship rooted in mutual benefit, secrecy, and power.

The Cux family, known for their influence in both the legal and shadowy aspects of the Federation, was involved in more than just business.

They were deeply entrenched in the political machinations and underhanded dealings that shaped the world from the shadows. Silas Vayne, with his own agenda, was a key player in their latest scheme.

There was a deal set to take place during the banquet, something crucial enough to bring Silas out into the open, away from the usual layers of secrecy he shrouded himself in. That was why I needed to be there.

'After all, if he is there, that means I can mark him.'

The investigation and the tracking would take too long for me if I were to just normally conduct it all by myself.

I need to track him, looking for his past traces to reveal where he is hiding himself. Even the organization had no way of completely knowing where that bastard was staying.

That is why I need to deal with him when he shows his face. Though, it will be tricky and hard.

'Especially since there will be many eyes on the banquet.'

But that does not mean he will be impossible to be caught. After all, there are many intervals that can be exploited if planned correctly.

'This could be my only chance,' I realized, my resolve hardening.

If I missed this opportunity, it could set me back months, maybe even years, in my pursuit.

The banquet was the perfect opportunity to gather intel, to observe, and, if necessary, to act.

With that in mind, I began to mentally prepare for what was in the future, though for the time being, my focus must be on the mission that I will be sent.

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The next morning, I woke up early, just as before. After a quick shower, I dressed in my standard gear, making sure everything was in place.

I checked my reflection in the mirror one last time, ensuring that nothing was out of place.

'All set,' I thought, feeling the familiar weight of readiness settle over me.

I left my room and headed to the dining area for an early breakfast. The halls were quiet, the rest of the facility still wrapped in the last remnants of sleep. The cafeteria was nearly empty, with just a few staff members preparing for the day. I grabbed a simple meal, focusing on nourishment rather than taste—today was not a day for indulgence.

The meal was quick, and my mind was already on the task ahead. I finished and left the cafeteria, making my way to the area where the Warp Gates were located.

The facility was sprawling, but I knew the layout well. I moved with purpose, navigating the corridors with ease.

When I arrived at the Warp Gates, the area was alive with activity. Personnel moved efficiently, coordinating the various operations required to maintain the gates. The Warp Gates themselves stood in a wide, open space, each one a towering structure humming with energy. They were the lifelines that connected different parts of the Federation, enabling instant travel across vast distances.

I headed straight for Warp Gate Number 3, weaving through the organized chaos. The gate loomed ahead, its surface shimmering with a faint, otherworldly light. As I approached, the personnel stationed there noticed me and moved to confirm my identity.

One of them, a sharp-eyed woman in a uniform, stepped forward with a device in hand. "Adept Astron Natusalune?" she asked, her voice brisk but polite.

I nodded. "That's correct."

She scanned the device over a small card I produced, checking the details. A moment later, she looked up and confirmed, "Destination: Veilcroft. Everything checks out, Adept Natusalune. You're clear to proceed."

"Thank you," I replied, stepping forward as the personnel activated the gate.