Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 563

Chapter 563 125.4 - Finally Free (?)

After gathering everything I needed from the Awakened Market, I packed the newly acquired gear into my dimensional storage—a handy tool for a hunter, especially one in my line of work. Alchemy products, specialized weapons, and some anti-demon runes. Everything was in place. There was no room for error now.

The streets of Nexoria City stretched out before me as I made my way to the Warp Gate Hall, a sprawling complex near the heart of the city.

The towering gates of the Warp Gate Hall loomed ahead, and I made my way toward the entrance. The place was bustling with activity, various travelers and hunters moving to and from the many destinations across the Federation. But the moment I approached, the security personnel stationed at the entrance straightened up.

I reached into my pocket and retrieved my Arcadia Hunter Academy ID card—a symbol of my status. The official standing guard took it, his eyes scanning the embedded runes and verifying the authenticity of the credentials. For a brief moment, he glanced at me, then back at the card, as the faint glow from his verification device flickered.

"Everything checks out, Mr. Natusalune," the guard said, his tone professional but respectful. He handed the card back to me. "You're cleared for travel. Please proceed."

Another staff member, a young woman dressed in the uniform of the Federation Transport Authority, approached swiftly. She nodded to the guard before turning to me. "I'll escort you to your gate, sir. This way."

I followed her through the bustling halls of the Warp Gate section, passing rows of active gates, each one shimmering with the magic of long-distance transportation. The hum of mana echoed in the air, and the faint buzz of voices from other travelers surrounded us.

As we approached the gate assigned for Ardmont, the glow of the portal became more pronounced. It flickered with energy, signaling that it was fully operational. The attendant turned to me with a polite smile. "Your gate is ready, Mr. Natusalune. You should arrive in Ardmont shortly."

I nodded in acknowledgment. "Thank you," I replied, adjusting the strap of my pack. With everything now in order, the next step of the journey was clear. The preparations were finished, and now it was time to put them into action.

I stepped toward the gate, feeling the familiar hum of energy as I crossed the threshold. The portal shimmered, and in an instant, Nexoria City faded away, replaced by the sprawling metropolis of Ardmont.

As I stepped out of the Warp Gate, the air around me changed. The faint scent of freshly tilled earth mixed with the crispness of the countryside—a sharp contrast to the industrial tones of Nexoria. Before I could take in the surroundings of Ardmont's Warp Gate Hall, a figure approached swiftly.

"Mr. Natusalune, welcome to Ardmont," a well-dressed man greeted me, his voice professional yet warm. He held out a small silver tray that bore a couple of neatly wrapped items. "Please, a quick refreshment for the journey. It's customary here for our distinguished guests."

I glanced at the treats—a soft, fruit-filled pastry that seemed to be a local specialty and a small flask of herbal tea. "Thank you," I replied, accepting the offer.

The man gestured politely, indicating that he would lead the way. "I'll escort you to the main square. The city has been bustling with activity lately, but we've ensured a smooth passage for your exit."

As we walked through the halls, I noticed how different the Warp Gate Hall in Ardmont was compared to Nexoria. Here, the atmosphere felt calmer, more grounded. The walls were lined with rustic decor, and many of the travelers I passed wore the practical clothing of workers, not hunters. The city was unmistakably a hub for agriculture.

When we reached the exit of the Warp Gate Hall, the man left with a polite nod as I looked into the scenery.

The city of Ardmont unfolded before me, its sprawling streets lined with vibrant greenery, a seamless blend of metropolis and nature. Even though the city buzzed with life and activity, it felt different from Nexoria—softer, calmer. Trees lined the roads, their leaves rustling gently in the breeze. Flowers, vibrant and fragrant, adorned the walkways, adding a splash of color against the stone buildings. It wasn't just a city; it was a sanctuary—a metropolis wrapped in nature's embrace, earning its nickname, "The Metropolis of Nature."

Despite the crowds, there was an air of serenity, a reminder of the city's deep connection to the earth. People moved about with purpose, yet the pace was never rushed. The surrounding greenery seemed to slow time itself, inviting the passerby to linger and appreciate the beauty around them.

As I walked, observing the fusion of urban life and nature, my thoughts began to wander. The tranquility of Ardmont was a stark contrast to the constant tension I had grown accustomed to. And in that quiet moment, my mind slipped to Maya.

Even though I had known from the game that Maya was talented, remarkably so, there was something off about her family. There was no mention of the Evergreens in the game—no references to their influence, no record of them being players in the capital's politics. And yet, the talent Maya displayed, the sheer amount of resources she had access to, couldn't have come from nowhere. It was clear that her family wasn't ordinary.

'It doesn't make sense,' I thought, frowning slightly as I walked past a vendor selling fresh produce, the scent of herbs and flowers drifting through the air. 'How can someone with that much power and backing fly so far under the radar?'

I had been searching for records of the Evergreen family for a while now, trying to piece together their story, but it wasn't easy. Most noble families left traces, even if they tried to remain discreet.

Their influence could be seen in politics, commerce, or even military movements. But the Evergreens? It was like trying to find the ghost of a family—whispers, at best, with no real substance to follow.

'No mention in the capital's circles, no participation in the major power plays, and yet Maya carries herself like someone who knows exactly where she stands in the world,' I mused, my steps slowing as I passed by a cluster of trees. The sunlight filtering through the branches reminded me of the calm that always seemed to surround Maya, a calm that hid something far more formidable beneath the surface.

And then there were the resources. The rare alchemical products, the mana-enhancing artifacts, and even the access to training that most people could only dream of—these weren't things that came without influence. The Evergreen family must be hiding something, keeping themselves away from the political theater of the capital for a reason.

'But why?' I questioned, frustration bubbling up as I turned a corner, the vibrant greenery around me doing little to calm the storm in my mind. 'What are they hiding?'

These questions.