Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 771

The cool breeze of the second semester swept through the academy grounds as Emma walked briskly amidst the bustling crowd of students. Her expression was tight, her polished demeanor masking the storm brewing within her.

’That bitch,’ Emma fumed inwardly, her fists clenched by her sides. Her sharp gaze darted through the sea of faces as if searching for someone. I said to not show your face in this academy, and she still dares!

The thought of Taylor stubbornly clinging to her place in the academy despite Emma’s efforts made her blood boil. Emma had gone to great lengths to ensure the girl was forced to drop out. She had pulled strings, whispered rumors, and applied every ounce of pressure she could muster. Yet, Taylor had refused to yield.

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’It’s infuriating!’ Emma thought, her pace quickening as she recalled the confrontation. She remembered the way Taylor had looked at her, not with defiance but with quiet resolve—a resolve that Emma had underestimated.

The memory brought back the words of that Philips bastard. His cold, calculating tone echoed in her mind.

"You’re too soft," he had said, his voice dripping with disdain. "If you want to eliminate someone, you don’t leave room for them to recover. You didn’t deal with her thoroughly enough."

At the time, Emma had bristled at his words. She wasn’t accustomed to being chastised, let alone by someone whose identity she couldn’t even confirm. Yet, his criticism had stayed with her, gnawing at the edges of her pride.

Now, as she walked through the academy, she couldn’t help but feel the weight of his judgment. Had she been too soft? Too reluctant to cross certain lines? The sight of Taylor—no doubt still lurking somewhere on these grounds—felt like a thorn lodged deep in her side.

Her thoughts were interrupted as a pair of students brushed past her, their conversation carrying snippets of gossip.

As Emma walked through the bustling academy grounds, snippets of conversation floated around her, painting a vibrant picture of the academy’s changes.

"Did you hear about the new mentorship program? They’re pairing us with real hunters now!"

"Yeah, they said it’s to prepare us better for fieldwork. Some of the mentors are even from the top 500 rankings!"

"I heard they’re planning to expand the hunter program to include specialized training for dealing with monsters from the rift zones. The academy’s really stepping up!"

But Emma barely registered the voices around her. Their excitement, the academy’s ambitions—none of it mattered. Not right now. Her thoughts were singularly focused on one person.

RING!

Her phone buzzed in her pocket, jolting her out of her thoughts. Pulling it out, she saw a message on the screen:

[We found her.]

Her heart raced, not from anxiety, but from a simmering anticipation. She opened the attached details and saw the location marked on a map app. A few taps later, she had the route memorized. Her lips curled into a cruel smile.

"Finally," she murmured under her breath, her pace quickening as she weaved through the crowd, ignoring everything else around her.

*******

Taylor clutched her bag tighter, her mind clouded with confusion and fear as Emma stood before her, seething with barely-contained rage. The quiet corridor, usually a haven of solitude, had become a stage for an unthinkable confrontation.

Before Taylor could process what was happening, Emma’s hand shot out, striking her across the face. The slap echoed sharply in the corridor, leaving Taylor stunned and momentarily speechless. Her cheek burned, but the pain was quickly overshadowed by the shock of the attack.

"Did you think I wouldn’t find out?" Emma spat, her voice dripping with venom. Her perfectly polished demeanor had cracked, revealing a simmering fury beneath the surface.

Taylor staggered back, her hand flying to her stinging cheek. "Find out…? What are you talking about?" she stammered, her voice shaking as her mind scrambled to make sense of the situation.

"Don’t play dumb with me!" Emma snapped, her eyes blazing. She reached into her bag and pulled out a sleek smartphone, holding it up like damning evidence. "Is this the phone you’ve been sending those filthy messages from? Heh, you thought you could cover your tracks?"

Taylor’s heart sank as she stared at the phone. It was identical to the one she had seen earlier that week—one she didn’t own but had inexplicably found planted in her bag. Her voice faltered as she tried to defend herself. "I… I’ve never seen that phone before. I don’t know how it—"

"Enough!" Emma interrupted, her voice cutting through Taylor’s protests like a blade. "Do you think I’d believe you? After everything? You’ve been sending threats, blackmailing me, and now you’re going to pretend you’re innocent?"

"I didn’t send anything!" Taylor pleaded, her voice rising with desperation. She looked around at the crowd, hoping for even a shred of support. "I don’t even know where that phone came from. Please, you have to believe me."

But the onlookers’ faces were blank, their silence louder than any accusation. Emma sneered, her lips curling into a cruel smile. "Oh, you’ll pay for what you’ve done," she said, her voice low and dangerous. "You thought you could mess with me and get away with it? I’ll make sure everyone knows who you are."