Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 7

Chapter 7: Chapter 1.4 - Eclipse of Destiny

As the world blurred further, my consciousness began to fade, consumed by the enigmatic darkness that had befallen the sunlit morning.

And then, I awoke.

I found myself in an unfamiliar place, surrounded by impenetrable darkness. No light, no sound. It was as if I had been cast adrift in a void of nothingness. Confusion and fear gripped my heart as I struggled to comprehend my circumstances.

"What is happening?" I whispered into the abyss, my voice swallowed by the void. The silence was deafening, amplifying my disorientation.

Questions raced through my mind, each one a desperate plea for answers. Was I dead? Was this some kind of twisted afterlife? The absence of any tangible sensations left me feeling disconnected from my own existence. What was this world?

Even calling it a world was maybe wrong.

I attempted to move, to break free from the oppressive emptiness, but my efforts were futile. I realized with a jolt that I no longer had a physical form. I was a mere consciousness, untethered from the vessel I once inhabited.

'Why is this happening?' As I was lost in thought, my attention was abruptly drawn to something entering my field of view, accompanied by a chorus of voices.

Yes, it was a sound….

While I examined my new existence, I discovered that despite my physical limitations, I still possessed my senses. I could see and hear the world outside, although I was unable to interact with it. It was a peculiar sensation, observing the world without the ability to influence or participate in it.

Lost in thought, I yearned for answers, for a glimpse of understanding in this bewildering existence. Time passed, and yet, I remained trapped in my ethereal prison, a mere observer of a world in which I could no longer participate.

Even though I didn't know what this world was, I just stood there and watched until I got a clue. In the end, there was nothing I could do after all.

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Days passed….

That peculiar sensation of not being able to intervene with the outside world was eating me alive.

Imagine you are a baby, just a newborn. But you have your consciousness intact. You are able to feel everything, see everything, hear everything, but you can't move your body at all.

You can't do anything since your motor reflexes have yet to develop. It was such a feeling.

And that feeling was eating me alive.

The solace, the nothingness….

But, of course, I was not just staying idle and waiting. Even though I was not able to move my body, I was able to see and feel the world around me.

There was only one action that I could take in this place. Thinking and observing.

Something I always liked to do.

Be it in high school, be it in college, be it while playing the games.

The thing that I always have done.

Watching and observing. Looking for those little details.

And strangely, it made this place bearable enough. Even though I wanted to feel the world again or wanted to see the world, I still managed to keep my sanity.

However, watching and observing do have one simple result or output, others may say.

It is the information. The information that would come whenever you choose to observe.

And that information was entering my consciousness.

At first, the only thing I saw was a ceiling. But soon, that started changing as the scene started moving in front of me.

It was like I was looking at the world from the eyes of someone.

And then, I started the voice of the body. It was a voice that was familiar, but I couldn't put up where I had seen it.

Even though I had almost a photographic memory, my memory of earing was falling behind a little.

In any case, the voice I had been hearing was the voice of a young boy.

But something was amiss. As a person that played quite a lot of VR games, or FPS games, I noticed one little thing.

The person's arm alignment was weird. Yes, it was weird, like the arms were a lot higher than where they were supposed to be.

And at that moment, I noticed. I was not looking at the world from the eyes of someone other.

It was aligned with the young man's neck.

'I am inside a necklace.' I thought, solving the puzzle. Because, sometimes, my vision would shake weirdly, different from my head.

All those things fit each other.