Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 627

Chapter 627 137.5 - The kid

I reached down, grabbed the kid, and pulled him up into my arms. The boy didn't resist, his body limp and unresponsive as I lifted him effortlessly. His small frame was frail, lighter than I had expected, a testament to the harsh conditions he had endured.

Without wasting any time, I reached into my spatial storage and retrieved a small mask.

I placed it over the kid's face, the mask fitting snugly, immediately dampening any trace of his breathing or body functions.

"Hold on," I muttered, more to myself than to him, as I felt the shift in the air around us.

My eyes scanned the area, flicking over every corner of the chamber. The walls groaned under the weight of the structure's impending collapse, but before anything else could go wrong, I used telekinesis to retrieve the artifact that had been serving as an isolator. The subtle hum of magic flickered as I pulled it free, letting the isolator deactivate as I kept my attention focused on the exit.

With the kid secured in one arm, I bent my knees and, without a second thought, leaped high into the air.

The building blurred beneath me as I propelled us upward, my movement precise and calculated, and I reached the place where I had entered Zharokath's room.

'Now….' The moment I cleared the chamber, I activated [Shadowborne], shrouding both myself and the kid in complete darkness. My presence vanished from the physical realm, the shadows enveloping us like a cloak as I masked every trace of sound and movement. It was more than just hiding mana signatures—I was covering every aspect of our existence.

I had already scanned the kid with my [Eyes], ensuring there were no marks or traces that could lead anyone to us. No signals, no embedded spells—he was clean. They had raised him as livestock, not as an asset worth tracking.

Still, I knew better than to underestimate the persistence of those who could possibly be trailing me, though that possibility is really low. Even if they could trail us through other means, it wouldn't matter. I was confident in my ability to escape, and with [Shadowborne] in effect, no one would detect us.

Without hesitation, I sent a thin mana thread from my hand, the spell [Grapple] activating smoothly as it latched onto the top of the crumbling building. The thread pulsed with energy, taut and strong, and with a fluid motion, I pulled us upward, swinging through the air.

The darkness of the night wrapped around us, concealing our presence further as I moved swiftly through the collapsing structure. The kid remained limp in my arms, completely unaware of the movements, his breathing masked by the small device I had placed on him.

I swung through the shadows. My body moved like a blur. The cityscape shifted around us as I continued to swing from one structure to the next, my movements fluid as I created more distance between us and the wreckage of Zharokath's lair.

After several more swings through the shadows, I finally descended toward the ground, landing softly in a narrow, desolate alley. The faint moonlight barely illuminated the area, casting long shadows against the weathered walls of the surrounding buildings. The kid remained motionless in my arms, the quiet hum of the small mask still doing its job, and I set him down gently on the cold ground, taking a moment to inspect him.

As I looked him over, I noted that his clothes were only slightly wrinkled, and his hair a bit sparky from the wind, but otherwise, he seemed unaffected by the rapid movements we had just gone through. His small chest rose and fell steadily, his breathing calm and even.

I nodded to myself, satisfied. The mask was doing its job perfectly. It was designed with situations like this in mind, knowing that a normal person couldn't possibly keep up with the speed of an Awakened without suffering severe consequences.

They wouldn't be able to breathe properly, let alone endure the sheer force exerted on their body during such movements. But the mask... it alleviated the pressure, regulating the flow of air and reducing the strain on the body. It was efficient and discreet—perfect for ensuring the boy's safety during our escape.

I crouched beside him, my eyes scanning the alleyway. It was empty, as expected. This part of the city had been abandoned long ago, and there were no prying eyes to worry about. Still, I remained cautious. I couldn't afford to let my guard down, not when we were so close to getting out of this mess cleanly.

The boy lay there, his body limp but stable, his face serene despite everything he had been through. It was almost eerie how calm he looked—like he was already used to being treated as little more than an object, something to be moved, used, and discarded.

'Sigh…..'

I couldn't help but shake my head a little, somehow understanding how Aaron must have felt at that time.

It was quite interesting.