Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 872

The air inside the simulated building was thick with tension, the artificial mana field humming faintly as it projected a near-perfect replication of an urban combat zone. Dim lighting, flickering wall panels, and the distant sound of shifting debris completed the illusion of a real war-torn structure.

Julia cracked her knuckles as she leaned against a half-crumbling wall, tapping her foot impatiently while her supposed teammates "discussed strategy."

If you could call it that.

Adrian Langley, the boy on her team, was going on and on about some convoluted positioning tactic he’d clearly pulled out of nowhere. He was animated—too animated for someone whose ideas sounded like a mess of jumbled words with no real substance.

The other one, Rebecca Vale, leaned lazily against the wall, arms crossed, eyes half-lidded like she had already checked out of the entire exercise. It wasn’t her first time teaming up with Julia, and like last time, she didn’t seem all that interested in contributing.

’Great. One guy who won’t shut up about nonsense, and one girl who can’t be bothered. I swear, do they assign my teams like this on purpose?’

Julia sighed, rolling her shoulders. She wasn’t about to let these two drag her down. Unlike the boring theory sessions, this? This was her domain.

"…and if we funnel them into a crossfire position—" Adrian was still talking, waving his hands around dramatically.

Julia cut him off with a sharp clap of her hands. "Okay, yeah, no. We’re not doing that."

Adrian blinked. "Wait, but if we just—"

"Not happening." Julia crossed her arms, fixing him with a pointed look. "You’re overcomplicating this. They’re not a bunch of slow-moving idiots who are just gonna walk into your perfect little trap."

Adrian frowned. "You don’t even know what I was about to suggest."

"I know enough," Julia shot back. "I don’t do theory, but I do know when something is dumb."

Rebecca let out a small amused hum from the side.

Julia exhaled and turned back to the map on her wrist device. Third Floor, West Wing. That was the goal.

’Two attacking teams. Two defending teams. Meaning at least three different groups of people in this hole, all of them trying to screw each other over.’

A smirk tugged at the corner of her lips.

’Sounds like my kind of game.’

The moment Julia sensed movement, she didn’t turn immediately. Instead, she kept her stance relaxed, as if she was still considering Adrian’s nonsense plan. But her senses, her instincts—her ’tiger’ senses—flared in warning.

A subtle shift in the air. A rhythm in the footsteps that felt too casual, too deliberate.

’They’re coming from the left, four of them… No, three. One of them’s staying back.’

And just as expected—

"Well, well. What do we have here?"

A smooth, almost mocking voice echoed through the space. Julia tilted her head slightly, her golden eyes flickering toward the newcomers.

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The one in front, Marissa Lorne, had the air of a leader—short brown hair tied in a neat ponytail, arms crossed, a confident smirk on her lips. She wasn’t bulky, wasn’t intimidating in size, but her presence? It was sharp.

’This girl is not bad…..I should fight her when I have a chance.’

The other two flanked her, standing at a relaxed but precise distance apart. One had dark green hair, cut just above her shoulders, while the other had a pale blonde bob. They weren’t making any sudden moves, but they didn’t have to.

Julia already knew.

’They’re not here to make friends.’

"Figured we’d find you here," Marissa continued, tilting her head. "I was hoping we’d get a chance to talk before things get… messy."

Julia didn’t react immediately. She just lifted a brow. "That so?"

Marissa’s smirk widened a fraction. "It is. We were thinking—why not work together? We both have the same goal, after all. No point in wasting energy fighting each other when we could secure the artifact first, then see who’s really the strongest."

Adrian perked up slightly. "That actually makes—"

Julia elbowed him.

Hard.

Adrian coughed. "Ow—what the hell?!"

Julia ignored him, eyes never leaving Marissa’s. She saw it now—the gleam in those brown irises. The way she phrased her words so carefully. The way her stance remained loose, but not careless.

These girls were not looking for an alliance.

They were looking for an easy way in.

’Leeches,’ Julia thought, her smirk stretching. ’Smart leeches, but leeches all the same.’

It wasn’t just the way Marissa was talking—it was the way she and her girls didn’t look at Adrian or Rebecca. Their focus was entirely on her.

Because they already knew who was worth paying attention to.