Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 632

Chapter 632 139.2 - Prepare

The sound of my alarm cut through the quiet stillness of the room, a sharp reminder that it was 5 a.m. Normally, I would have already been awake for hours, ready to face the day long before the sun crept over the horizon. But the exhaustion from yesterday's fight had weighed heavily on me, demanding a rare concession: rest.

I sat up slowly, feeling the lingering fatigue in my muscles. My body had needed time to recover from the strain. Physical exhaustion wasn't something I succumbed to often, but the battles had pushed me beyond what I could maintain indefinitely.

'A momentary lapse,' I mused, already brushing it aside.

Slipping out of bed, I stretched, loosening the stiffness in my limbs before retrieving a small vial from my spatial bracelet. It contained a shake—one I'd prepared earlier, optimized for quick recovery and sustenance. I added a few drops of enchanted caffeine into the mix, stirring the liquid.

The brew wasn't about the caffeine itself—an Awakened like me would hardly notice such trivial effects—but this variant served a more specific purpose.

Enchanted and engineered in mana genetics, it worked deeper, accelerating blood flow and sharpening the body's functions without the jittery side effects common to stimulants.

I drank it in one smooth motion, the cool liquid sliding down my throat. Already, I could feel its effect spreading, revitalizing the muscles and clearing the faint haze from my mind. I glanced outside, noting the faint hint of light on the horizon.

'This will suffice.'

As the [Everchanging Glyph] took effect, I could already feel the weariness ebbing away, replaced by the steady hum of strength coursing through my body. My muscles, which had been sluggish only moments ago, now pulsed with renewed energy. Three hours—that's all it took. The glyph had always been efficient, adapting my body to overcome fatigue far quicker than any normal recovery method.

I rolled my shoulders, feeling the stiffness dissolve completely. The dull ache from the prior day's battle had vanished, leaving behind only the keen awareness of my surroundings. My thoughts sharpened, no longer clouded by the remnants of exhaustion.

'Ready,' I thought, satisfied with how quickly my body had adjusted.

I glanced toward my desk, where the necklace I had taken from Zharokath rested under the dim light. Its dark metal links seemed ordinary at first glance, but I knew better. I reached for it, the cold weight in my palm.

Holding the necklace closer, I examined the intricate engravings along its surface. Each line, each curve, was deliberate—part of a larger design meant to conceal its true purpose.

I narrowed my gaze, activating my [Eyes] to see the underlying mana flow within the necklace. The world shifted as the familiar sight of mana trails appeared before me, each thread shimmering with varying intensity.

I focused on the engravings, tracing the lines of mana that ran through the necklace's structure.

The patterns were meticulous, modern magical engineering intertwined with something far older, far more powerful—Ancient craft.

'A really detailed magical engineering but at the same time filled with Ancient craft,' I thought, the contrast between the two clear. The modern elements were designed to suppress the deeper, more primal forces embedded within the necklace. Layers of mana suppression had been woven into the design, each one carefully crafted to conceal the artifact's true nature.

I shifted my focus deeper, allowing my [Eyes] to see beyond the surface mana. The intricate mana lines of the necklace connected to an ancient source, one that resonated with the void.

And well, I had factually confirmed that the knowledge from the game was once again correct. This was an artifact from the Void Clan, bound to a hidden space.

The Void Clan was known for its manipulation of space, using artifacts like this to maintain access to dimensions unknown to most.

As the ancient mana thrummed beneath the suppressions, I nodded.

The artifact wasn't just valuable—it was essential to the Void Clan. Zharokath couldn't allow anyone else to see it, yet he could never part with it.

'Now, let's get ready.'

Now that everything was finally confirmed to be true, it was my time to get ready for the hunt.