Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 6

Chapter 6: Chapter 1.3 - Eclipse of Destiny

I was wrong.

People are not nice here. Here I am, surrounded by a sea of faces, but I might as well be invisible. The whispers follow me like a dark cloud, their venomous words poisoning my spirit.

I hear the laughter, the mocking, and it echoes in my mind, reminding me of my perceived weaknesses.

They are always saying 'awakened people' are strong. But, I am unable to get stronger anymore. I reached my limit. I know that I know that, but why I can't do anything?

Why can't I be like that Ethan guy? He is getting stronger and stronger; why can't I?

It's relentless, a daily torment that pierces through the fragile shell I try to maintain.

They are talking about how their stats are always raised, but I can't.

Sometimes I want to stop. Looking at the same screen over and over again….Those numbers are never changing…

But, I can't…

Whenever I stop, her face comes into my head…

I can't stop…

I mustn't…

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It has been a month already since the academy started….They are preying upon me; I can feel it…I walk these hallways, head down, trying to make myself smaller, invisible.

But they see me.

They see the vulnerability etched on my face, the scars of loss that refuse to fade.

I become their target, the embodiment of their amusement.

They taunt me, jeering at my pain, as if my grief is something to be ridiculed.

"Hey, trash…"

I hear the same voice that has been causing me distress.

'No, not now….'

Turning my gaze, I see a body filled with bulkiness. I try to run away, try to increase the distance.

"Where do you think you are going?"

However, a hand blocks my path. Now in front of me, another person stands there.

It is a girl, a girl a lot different than her.

I try to get past her, but not to avail because my hands are tied with some weird magic.

Seeing I can't go further, I turn my head backward.

/SWOOSH/

There, I can see a fist coming to my face….

My body reacts on its own…. I try to raise my arms reflexively….

/THUD/

But, it is not enough.

It never is.

Immediately, the punch connects with my face. And soon, a familiar pain assaults me. A familiar pain I had been feeling for a while.

"Kuugh-"

Blood spills from my mouth, but I refuse to bow down hear.

I struggle to get the hand that is holding me… But he is strong…. A lot stronger than me….

"Why don't you just cry some more, crybaby?" they sneer. They push me, shove me sideways, watching me crumble under the weight of their cruelty.

I'm trapped in this cycle of torment, always waiting for the next blow, the next laugh at my expense.

"HAHAHAH!" "Trash will always be trash, no matter what."

Their laughter echoes inside my head. The tingle never goes away. I know; my sanity slips away slowly…

I question myself constantly. What did I do to deserve this? Why am I so weak, so easy to prey upon? Why am I not like my sister?

She was so bright defending our village… Why can't I be like her? I can't hide. I'm left feeling like a failure, a punching bag for their amusement. I know I failed my sister, but I can't do anything.

'Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why? Why?'