Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 652

Chapter 652 143.2 - Voidborne

I stepped into the hotel, its polished floors and warm lighting a stark contrast to the dark, oppressive atmosphere I'd just left behind. The place was quiet, elegant, and mercifully empty—a welcome change after days spent stalking through shadows and hunting a creature like that. Now, all I wanted was a place to rest. A bed, silence, and maybe a few hours without worrying who or what might be watching.

As I approached the front desk, the receptionist looked up from her screen, a polite smile at the ready. Her gaze met mine, and for a split second, her expression faltered. Her eyes widened, cheeks flushing faintly as she took in my appearance.

'Ah. Another one,' I thought, suppressing a sigh. Ever since I'd consumed that flower in Maya's forest, I'd noticed this reaction everywhere. Strangers staring, women going pink in the face, and even a few men were caught off guard. It was as though my very presence now carried some inexplicable allure, one I hadn't asked for and didn't want.

"Good evening, sir," she greeted, her voice a little too bright, the blush still coloring her cheeks. "Welcome to the Arcadia Hotel. How can I assist you?" freeweɓnovēl.coɱ

"Just a room for the night," I replied, keeping my tone as neutral as possible. "Something quiet, if you have it."

"Of course," she said, typing away, her gaze flickering back to me every few seconds. "Under what name should I register your stay?"

"Astron Natusalune," I replied, watching as she noted it down, her blush deepening slightly. She handed me the keys, her fingers brushing against mine as she did. Another lingering glance, almost as if she couldn't help herself.

I nodded politely, turning away. 'This charm nonsense is more trouble than it's worth,' I mused, moving toward the elevator. I wasn't interested in people's admiration, nor did I care for the attention that came with it. All it did was remind me of how far I still had to go, and the focus I needed to maintain.

The ride to the room was blissfully silent, and as I reached my floor and slipped the key into the door. I stepped into the room, letting the door click shut behind me, savoring the solitude.

I set down my belongings and surveyed the room. A brief flicker of satisfaction crossed my mind as I took in the polished elegance of the space, the muted lighting, and, most importantly, the oversized tub that awaited in the bathroom. It was why I'd rented a place this fine—might as well have the quiet and comfort while I could. Herbal baths had become a habit, ever since the organization had introduced me to their therapeutic effect. They steadied my mind and soothed the tension that built up after too many missions, letting me reflect without distraction.

'Let's take a bath first,' I thought, moving to prepare it.

The water filled steadily, steam beginning to cloud the air as I added the herbs from a small pouch I'd carried with me. Their scent—calming, slightly bitter—filled the room, a familiar blend that reminded me of the solitary moments I'd taken advantage of back at the organization. I slipped into the tub, letting the warm water rise around me, seeping into my skin, easing the lingering ache from my muscles.

Silence wrapped around me like a second skin, the kind I welcomed. Here, alone and away from any prying eyes, I could think without restraint. I allowed myself to feel the stillness, a state I'd grown accustomed to, free from the needless burdens of excitement or fear. I rarely felt anything at all, in truth. My emotions had long since been subdued, directed toward purpose rather than impulse. It was a kind of clarity I valued.

As I lay there, submerged in warmth, I turned my attention inward, letting my senses flow through the energy within me. The Void energy from the dragon felt different, deeper, darker as if it reached beyond what normal mana could touch. It pulsed, synchronized with my own reserves, but still carried a wildness, a primal force that resisted being fully tamed.

'The [Voidborne] trait is potent,' I observed, watching the way the energy settled and moved. It felt almost alive, weaving through me with an instinctual understanding, as if it knew its place already. Even without opening my status window, I could sense the changes: my mana was denser, my physical strength heightened, and beneath it all, a quiet, consuming power that made each breath feel purposeful.

But well, aside from that, I still needed to check the status window of course. So that, a certain someone could show a better view for the people reading? 'Status Window.'

As I called, the panel appeared before me. ------------------------------------------

▶Name: Astron Natusalune

▶Occupation: Weapon Master (level 4)

▶Talent Limit: 12 ▶Passives: Vengeful Bane

Bloodline Resonance Psychic Cognizance

▶Attributes: Variable Attributes:

• Strength: 6.02 ➔ 6.74

• Dexterity: 6.04 ➔ 6.76

• Agility: 6.12 ➔ 6.85

• Constitution: 6.03 ➔ 6.75

• Intuition: 6.20 ➔ 6.94

• Magical Power: 6.61 ➔ 7.40

• Mana Capacity: 6.70 ➔ 7.50

Invariable Attributes Charisma: 11 Vitality: 10 ▶Traits: Perceptive Insight (Epic)(Unchanging)