Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 515

Chapter 515 115.13 - First Mission

Each step took us closer to the heart of the enemy's operation, and with every turn, I could feel the malevolent energy intensifying.

We encountered more resistance along the way—more masked figures, more monsters lurking in the shadows. But they were no match for us.

The first group we encountered barely had time to react. A group of three masked men appeared from a side passage, their auras sharp with intent. But before they could even draw their weapons, I was already moving.

I activated [Shadowborne], merging with the darkness around us, becoming a flicker of movement they couldn't track. My daggers flashed, slicing through the air with lethal precision.

The first man fell before he even knew I was there, a clean cut across his throat silencing him instantly. The second tried to turn, but I was already behind him, my blade plunging into his back, severing his spine. The third barely had time to register the deaths of his comrades before my dagger found his heart.

Three bodies hit the ground in the span of a few breaths, their lifeless forms crumpling silently to the floor. I didn't even break stride, continuing forward as if nothing had happened. Shanks followed closely behind, his expression unreadable but his eyes sharp with approval.

We pressed on, the corridor narrowing as we approached our destination. The next group of enemies was more prepared, their stances indicating they were expecting trouble. There were five of them, positioned strategically to block our advance.

But strategy meant nothing when faced with overwhelming speed and precision. I launched myself forward, closing the distance between us in an instant. My movements were a blur, my daggers slicing through the air with deadly accuracy.

"You don't leave anything to chance," he remarked quietly as we moved on.

"I don't."

Leaving things to chance. I had long learned my lesson.

We continued down the corridor, the air growing colder and more oppressive with each step. The symbols on the walls grew more intricate, their faint glow casting eerie shadows on the floor.

Finally, after a while, we reached a massive iron door at the end of the corridor. It was old and heavily reinforced, the surface covered in writings that pulsed with dark energy.

It seemed even Shanks could sense it as his breathing changed a little.

"This is it," Shanks said, his voice low. "The heart of their operation lies beyond this door."

I nodded, my eyes narrowing as I focused on the door. The energy emanating from it was strong, almost overwhelming, but I could sense something beyond it—a presence.

'My eyes are not working.'

The raw mana across the place was overwhelming, and the level seemed to be higher than mine. That was something that could happen if the enemy was stronger, and from how things looked, it was indeed the case.

"The enemy is as strong as we have expected," Shanks said as he looked at me. "From now on, I am going to take over."

Though the strength of the enemy was already within the expectations, considering the fact that there have been many events like this happening before, I could infer to some extent.

If I were to come here alone and go in all by myself, things would get tricky as I would need to use everything.

"Understood."

But would I lose?

I guess we will never know about that, as Shanks stepped forward while I retreated back, blending into shadows once again.

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After Astron blended into shadows, Shanks showed no hesitation. He reached for the handles, his grip firm as he prepared to confront whatever lay beyond.

With a decisive motion, Shanks pulled the door open. Instantly, an immense amount of energy surged from within, a gust of wind rushing out to meet him.

The stench of blood followed, thick and nauseating, filling the air with a palpable sense of dread. The room beyond was shrouded in darkness, but the faint glint of liquid on the floor hinted at the horrors within.

'Tch.' Shanks grimaced as the foul odor hit his face, the coppery tang of blood overwhelming his senses.

'Blood….Bastards….' He knew he couldn't afford to waste even a second. His instincts sharpened, and he immediately scanned the room, his eyes locking onto a figure standing within a circle of intricate engravings.

The figure was bathed in an eerie glow, their presence exuding an aura of malevolence.

SWOOSH! Shanks didn't hesitate. His saber was drawn in a flash, the blade gleaming as he dashed toward the target with deadly precision.

The figure moved just as swiftly, sensing the attack before it even arrived.

In one fluid motion, they deflected Shanks' strike with a skillful parry, their own weapon appearing almost out of thin air.