Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 778

The tension in the infirmary pressed against Maya’s chest like a vice, her clenched fists trembling at her sides. Irina’s words replayed in her mind, sharp and mocking, yet the source of her agitation wasn’t entirely external. As much as Irina’s defiance grated on her, there was something else gnawing at her, something deeper, darker.

And then, it came—a voice, low and venomous, curling through her thoughts like smoke.

"Why don’t you just kill her?"

Maya stiffened, her eyes widening fractionally. The voice was hers—but not. There was an edge to it, sharp and unyielding, laced with a primal hunger that she recognized all too well.

’Huh?’

Her breath hitched as recognition washed over her. It was her—the other self, the darker fragment of her psyche she had worked so hard to suppress.

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"He’s the only one I can see. The only one I can feel," the voice continued, its tone dripping with disdain and anguish. "Every time he looks at you, it’s like I’m screaming in silence, clawing at the edges of your control, just for a sliver of recognition."

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Maya’s vision flickered red, the faint hum of the infirmary fading into the background as the voice grew louder.

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"And yet… he only sees you. Never me."

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Her heart thundered in her chest as the memory of that crimson void resurfaced—the oppressive presence, the piercing eyes of her other self. The raw pain and fury that had echoed in those words came rushing back, cutting through her like a blade.

’No,’ she thought, her mind racing. Not now. I’ve contained you.

But the other self was relentless. "Look at her," it hissed, its tone dark with malice. "Standing there as if she has a claim to him. As if she could ever understand him like we do."

Maya’s body trembled, her composure slipping as the voice grew louder, drowning out reason. Her breathing quickened, her hands shaking as she fought to suppress the surge of crimson mana that threatened to engulf her.

Maya’s eyes snapped to Irina, but they didn’t carry their usual piercing clarity. Instead, there was a flicker of something raw, something unguarded—and Irina noticed.

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But it wasn’t enough.

"Kill her," the voice urged again, its tone rising, laced with venom and a maddening intensity. "She stands in your way. She covets him, challenges you. She doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as him. End it."

Maya’s knees nearly buckled under the weight of the words, her vision blurring as crimson tendrils of mana flickered at the edges of her aura.

’Stop,’ she thought, her mental voice trembling. I won’t… I won’t lose to you again.

But the other self only laughed, cold and biting. "You can’t suppress me forever, Maya. I am you. I am the part of you that sees the truth, that understands what you refuse to admit."

Maya’s breath trembled as she fought to suppress the crimson tide clawing at the edges of her mind. Her other self’s laughter echoed faintly, but Maya forced her gaze to steady on Irina, whose expression had shifted from guarded to triumphant.

Irina stepped forward, her movements deliberate and purposeful, her fiery hair swaying slightly with each step. Her amber eyes glinted with a mix of confidence and something sharper—victory.

"Senior."

When she was close enough, she tilted her head slightly, her voice soft yet cutting as she whispered,

"Remember your place."

The words carried the weight of her pride, underpinned by the subtle mockery in her tone. She held Maya’s gaze for a moment longer, the faintest smirk tugging at the corners of her lips.

Maya’s fists clenched tighter at her sides, her nails digging into her palms as her mind teetered on the edge of losing control. The voice within her surged again, dark and venomous.

"Are you going to let her talk to you like that? Prove her wrong. Show her what it means to challenge us."

The red flicker in Maya’s vision flared briefly, her body trembling with the effort of restraint. Irina’s presence, her smugness, and the proximity felt suffocating, her words cutting deeper than Maya wanted to admit.

But Maya’s resolve didn’t break. Her breathing slowed, deliberate and measured, as she latched onto the faint tether of logic still holding her together. The crimson aura around her dimmed, receding slightly as she forced herself to regain control.

When she finally spoke, her voice was low and icy, each word carrying a quiet but dangerous edge. "Junior Irina," she said, her piercing blue eyes locking onto Irina’s with renewed intensity. "I would advise you to choose your words carefully."