Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 758

Sylvie’s fork paused halfway to her mouth as she heard a voice—calm, firm, and laced with quiet authority.

"Junior."

She turned her head, startled, and her emerald eyes met the cool, collected gaze of Maya. The senior’s presence alone was enough to draw attention, but what truly caught Sylvie off guard was what she felt. Her [Authority] pulsed faintly, brushing against the kaleidoscope of emotions radiating from Maya like waves of color.

A rainbow. That was the only way Sylvie could describe it—a dazzling array of hues, constantly shifting and swirling. Maya’s emotions were complex, layered, and impossible to pin down. But amid the chaos of colors, there were three that stood out sharply, their vibrancy undeniable.

Pink. A deep, steady pink that Sylvie had come to associate with love, layered beneath the surface like an unspoken truth.

Red. A flicker of anger, faint but simmering, crackling at the edges of Maya’s presence.

Purple. The unmistakable shade of jealousy, twisting through the spectrum like a vine.

Sylvie’s chest tightened as she processed the meaning behind the emotions. The love, the anger, the jealousy—they were all unmistakably directed at one person. Her eyes flickered toward Astron briefly, and her stomach dropped.

’She feels it too.’

Sylvie felt the overwhelming flood of emotions pressing against her, as if the weight of Maya’s feelings had seeped into her own heart. Her pulse quickened, and she gripped the edge of the table for grounding. Why is this happening? she thought, her mind racing. Maya…? She’s always so composed, so distant. But now…

Maya’s voice brought her back to reality. "May I sit here?"

Sylvie blinked, realizing too late that she hadn’t answered. Astron, ever composed, gave a faint nod. "Of course. You don’t need to ask, Senior."

Maya inclined her head slightly in acknowledgment, her movements deliberate as she pulled out a chair and sat down. Her calm demeanor was flawless, yet Sylvie’s [Authority] told a different story. Beneath the surface, Maya was anything but composed.

’Just what is going on with her?’ Sylvie thought, her gaze lowering to her tray. She couldn’t look directly at Maya without feeling the full weight of her emotions pressing against her, and it was… too much.

As Maya’s friends—Amelia, Evelyn, Kara, and Lila—approached, Sylvie’s attention shifted. She let her [Authority] stretch faintly toward them, bracing herself for what she might sense. But to her surprise, the emotions radiating from the girls were far more straightforward: admiration, curiosity, amusement.

There was no malice, no jealousy, no ill will. Even Evelyn, with her teasing smirk and sharp wit, carried only faint skepticism tempered by genuine interest. The simplicity of their emotions was almost refreshing compared to the tangled web swirling around Maya.

The exception was Amelia. Her emotions were a mess—restless and chaotic, flickering between concern, frustration, and something Sylvie couldn’t quite place. It was like watching a storm struggle to find its course, and it only added to Sylvie’s unease.

Maya’s voice cut through the din as she introduced Astron. "This is Astron. He’s my Junior and a member of the History and Arts Club."

Sylvie’s stomach churned again at the subtle emphasis Maya placed on "my Junior." It wasn’t overt, but her [Authority] caught the flicker of intent behind the words. The faint jealousy, the subtle possessiveness—it all pointed to the same thing.

She feels the same way I do. The thought hit Sylvie like a punch to the gut. But why? How?

Her thoughts spiraled as the conversation at the table grew livelier. Evelyn, Kara, and Lila bombarded Astron with questions, their curiosity and playful admiration filling the air. Astron, as always, handled it with calm precision, offering just enough detail to satisfy without giving too much away.

Sylvie, however, remained silent, her fork idly pushing food around her plate. She could barely keep up with the chatter, her focus fractured by the storm of emotions surrounding her. freewёbn૦νeɭ.com

"Cutie, what’s your name?" Lila’s cheerful voice cut through the haze, snapping Sylvie back to the present. She looked up, startled, to find the girls now directing their attention at her.

"I… I’m Sylvie," she said quietly, her voice almost a whisper.

Maya stepped in smoothly before the others could press further. "This is Sylvie," she said, her tone calm but carrying a note of finality. "She’s also a junior and a member of the History and Arts Club."

Sylvie relaxed slightly at Maya’s intervention, grateful for the reprieve. The conversation shifted back to the club, with Amelia eagerly detailing its activities. Sylvie found herself fading into the background again, her thoughts returning to the kaleidoscope of emotions she had felt earlier.

Maya’s love. Her jealousy. Her anger. It all swirled in Sylvie’s mind, intertwining with her own feelings in a way that made her chest ache.

Sylvie sat silently at the table, her thoughts swirling in a chaotic storm. Everything that had happened recently felt like too much, too fast. Her powers, her training with the Headmaster—it had been grueling, yes, but it had also been a lifeline, a way for her to finally feel like she was catching up. For a while, she had believed she was finally closing the gap between herself and the others, particularly him.

But then Astron had returned.

Stronger. Sharper. Unreadable.

Sylvie gripped the edge of her tray, her knuckles whitening. Her [Authority], which had grown so much under the Headmaster’s guidance, allowed her to see through most people with unsettling clarity. Their feelings, their emotions, their intentions—it all painted a picture, clear and vivid. But with Astron, there was always a wall, an impenetrable calm that left her guessing. It was as though he existed in a realm beyond her reach, no matter how far she had come.

And then there was Irina.

Her abrupt change, the fiery emotions Sylvie had sensed swirling around her, had thrown her off balance even further. The jealousy, the protectiveness, the love. It had struck Sylvie in ways she didn’t fully understand. Irina had stepped forward boldly, unafraid to stake her claim in ways Sylvie could only envy. And now… now, there was Maya.

The senior’s presence was overwhelming, her emotions a kaleidoscope of intensity that made Sylvie’s head spin. Love, jealousy, anger—targeted at the same person, unmistakably. The way Maya carried herself, the confidence, the subtle possessiveness—it was a reminder that Sylvie was still so far behind.

Can I keep up? The thought echoed in her mind, a quiet fear she hadn’t dared voice until now. She had come so far, pushed herself so hard, and yet it felt like the world around her was constantly shifting, moving faster than she could.

But even as the fear gnawed at her, another feeling stirred in its depths: challenge.

This wasn’t just about catching up anymore. It wasn’t just about standing beside Astron, Irina, or anyone else. It was about herself, about proving that she could endure, adapt, and rise above. That she could find her place in a world that refused to slow down.

Sylvie took a steadying breath, her gaze flickering up as the seniors’ laughter pulled her from her thoughts.

To her surprise, the attention had turned toward her again.