Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 803

"See….That is why you’re losing."

Maya flinched, her free hand clenching into a fist as the voice echoed louder, its malice cutting through her fragile composure.

"Look at her," it whispered, venom dripping from every word. "Standing there beside him as if she belongs. As if she has the right. And you? You’re here. Watching. Seething. Weak."

"Stop," Maya muttered under her breath, her voice trembling. She tried to shut the voice out, but it pressed on, unrelenting.

"You had the chance to stand tall, to stake your claim. But you faltered. And now, look. She’s there. And you’re nothing but a bystander, watching as someone else takes what could’ve been yours."

Maya’s hands trembled, her nails digging into her palm as she fought to suppress the surge of emotion welling up inside her. Her mind raced, the images on her phone blurring as the voice’s words burrowed deeper.

"This is why you need me," it continued, its tone softening but losing none of its venom. "Without me, you’ll always be like this. Weak. Watching. Waiting. Alone."

Maya closed her eyes, trying to drown out the voice, but its words resonated too deeply, pulling at the insecurities she had tried so hard to bury.

She exhaled shakily, forcing herself to focus. "You’re wrong," she whispered, though her voice wavered. "I’m not weak. I don’t need you to fight my battles."

The voice chuckled, a low, mocking sound that sent chills down her spine. "Oh, Maya. Sweet, naive Maya. You’ve already lost. You just don’t want to admit it."

Maya’s breath quickened, her heart pounding as she stared at the pictures again. The knot in her chest tightened further, and for a moment, she felt as though the walls of her room were closing in.

And yet, amidst the chaos, a single thought cut through the storm: "This isn’t over."

Maya’s fists unclenched slightly, the tension in her shoulders easing as she inhaled deeply. The voice might be loud now, but it didn’t define her. She had faced it before, and she would face it again.

Her gaze hardened as she stared at the images once more, her mind steadier now. "This isn’t over," she said aloud, her voice quiet but resolute.

The voice fell silent, but its presence lingered, watching, waiting.

For now, Maya focused on the task ahead. She wouldn’t let this be her defeat. Not now. Not ever.

The voice chuckled, low and smooth, its tone curling through Maya’s thoughts like a teasing smirk.

"So," it murmured, almost lazily. "You’ve finally decided to accept me. Took you long enough. But let’s not forget…"

The playful edge in its voice sharpened suddenly, cutting through Maya’s brief sense of clarity.

"I have my conditions."

Maya’s breath hitched, the memory surfacing unbidden.

It was that time—the first time.

The crimson void. The suffocating weight. The piercing crimson eyes of her other self boring into her with an intensity that had felt overwhelming.

And those words.

"I want to be the one talking to him."

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At the time, Maya had refused outright. She couldn’t risk letting this wild, dangerous part of her psyche near Astron. The other self’s unrelenting hunger, its chaotic nature—it had been too much.

Even now, as she recalled it, a chill ran down her spine.

The voice didn’t wait for her response, its tone dipping into something almost amused. "You remember, don’t you? When I told you what I wanted? I wasn’t lying then, and I’m not lying now. If you want to keep fighting Irina—or anyone else—you need me. And if you don’t want to lose, then next time…"

It paused, as if savoring the weight of the moment, then finished with deliberate precision.

"…let me have the time."

Maya’s jaw clenched, her fingers curling into fists once more. "Let you?" she asked, her voice tight, her tone edged with disbelief.

"Yes," the voice replied smoothly, almost as if the request were simple. "Remember my condition? I want to be the one to speak to him. I want him to see me."

Maya shook her head, her breath quickening. "That’s not happening. It’s not an option."

The voice laughed again, softer this time but no less unnerving. "Still so stubborn, aren’t you? You think I want to hurt him?"

"I know you’re crazy enough to try," Maya snapped, her voice rising slightly.

"Crazy?" the voice echoed, mockingly. "Oh, Maya, I’m not crazy. I just feel what you refuse to acknowledge. That pull. That connection. And I feel it… stronger than you ever could."

Maya’s breath caught, her heart pounding in her chest. The words struck a chord she didn’t want to admit existed, and the voice took full advantage.

"Look at you," it continued, its tone softening into something almost coaxing. "Even now, you’re hesitating. You’re afraid—afraid that if you let me in, he’ll see me. But isn’t that the point? Don’t you want him to see all of you? Or are you content to let him look right through you?"

"Enough," Maya said, her voice trembling but resolute. "I won’t let you take over. Not now. Not ever."