Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 863

Trevor sat there, unmoving.

The restaurant around him buzzed with faint murmurs, the low hum of conversation barely registering in his mind. His hands remained clenched beneath the table, his breathing shallow, controlled only by force of will.

His body felt heavy—weighted with something that churned in his chest, something suffocating.

Maya’s words echoed in his head, reverberating over and over like a cruel, relentless mantra.

"You are just a nobody."

"I will butcher you alive."

His fingers twitched. Slowly, he raised his hand, covering half of his face. The other half of his lips curled—not into a smile, but something close to it, something sharp, something unhinged.

How?

How could this happen?

How did everything fall apart so fast?

’This isn’t right. This isn’t how it was supposed to go.’

His grip on his face tightened, nails digging into his skin. His other hand, still curled into a fist, trembled against the table. The Maya he had just seen—that wasn’t the Maya he knew.

Maya was soft. Maya was kind. Maya was gentle, warm, untouchable yet bright—so bright that people were drawn to her without even realizing it. That was the Maya he had watched, the Maya he had admired, the Maya that should have been sitting in front of him.

But this Maya?

This cold, merciless creature with crimson eyes and words as sharp as blades?

This wasn’t her.

That wasn’t her.

That wasn’t his Maya.

And then, the thought struck him like a bolt of lightning.

"That’s right."

A soft chuckle escaped his lips, muffled against his palm.

Of course.

His shoulders shook with another quiet laugh, one that held no real humor. It was brittle, laced with something bitter, something resentful, something that crawled beneath his skin like a parasite.

He changed her.

His hand slid down his face, his lips twisting into something between a smirk and a sneer.

"It’s because of him."

It’s Astron.

The name itself burned on his tongue, filled his chest with something seething, something vile.

Trevor’s mind reeled, but the pieces were starting to fit, aligning in a way that made perfect, undeniable sense.

Maya had never been like this before. Not before he appeared. Not before he became a constant in her life. It was Astron—Astron—who had infected her, twisted her, pulled her into his orbit and reshaped her into something unrecognizable.

Maya had always been strong, but she had never been cruel.

Not until he got involved.

Not until he started standing beside her.

Not until he started taking all of the attention that should have belonged to someone else.

To him.

Trevor’s breath steadied, his heartbeat slowing into something eerily calm. His hand lowered from his face, and when he finally blinked, there was nothing but pure, unwavering certainty in his eyes.

It wasn’t Maya’s fault.

She had been tainted.

Corrupted.

Warped into something else by his influence.

And Trevor—Trevor was the only one who saw it.

The only one who understood.

His fingers curled against the table, his mind sharpening with a singular, undeniable truth.

I have to fix this.

Trevor’s breath steadied, his thoughts crystallizing into something sharper, something undeniable.

He saw it now.

He understood now.

Maya was not the one to blame.

She was trapped.

Twisted. Corrupted. Warped.

Astron had sunk his claws into her, had poisoned her mind, had reshaped her into something unrecognizable. This Maya—this cold, unfeeling shadow of the girl he knew—wasn’t real. This was his doing. Astron’s doing.

Trevor’s fingers curled tighter against the table, the wood creaking faintly beneath the pressure of his grip.

Astron.

The name itself was venom in his mind.

That thing had slithered into Maya’s life, had planted himself beside her like some insidious parasite, feeding off her strength, off her presence, off everything that made her who she was.

And she couldn’t even see it.

Trevor’s jaw clenched, his breath slow, controlled, deliberate.

She doesn’t realize what’s happening to her. She doesn’t see how much he’s taken from her. How much of herself she’s lost because of him.

That wasn’t her fault.

It was his.

It had always been him.

Trevor exhaled, slow and steady, his fingers relaxing slightly as a chilling calm settled over him.

This wasn’t over.

Not by a long shot.

Maya could hate him all she wanted. She could glare at him with those crimson eyes, she could tell him she didn’t like him, she could threaten him with all the coldness in the world— freёweɓnovel.com

It didn’t matter.

Because Trevor knew the truth.

Maya wasn’t herself.

And that meant she needed him.