Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 883

"Hey, have you gotten out of Silver yet?"

Irina stiffened.

Julia noticed instantly.

Her smirk widened. "Oh my god."

Irina’s fingers twitched, her flames sparking at her fingertips. She had tried. She had really tried.

And she should have ranked up already. She was better than this.

But no.

Because every single game had been filled with inters.

Teammates running it down.

Supports wandering off to jungle instead of protecting her.

People AFKing at the worst possible moment.

Absolute brainless morons ruining her matches.

And worst of all—

Julia knew.

"Puahahaha!" Julia burst out laughing, doubling over. "You’re still in Silver?! Oh, this is too good—"

FWOOOSH!

A blast of fire shot straight at her.

Julia yelped, barely dodging as a scorch mark sizzled on the ground where she had just been standing.

"Whoa—hey!" she laughed, still grinning. "That’s not my fault!"

Irina huffed, crossing her arms. "It is your fault for bringing it up."

Julia wiped fake tears from her eyes, still cackling. "No, no—this is amazing. Irina Emberheart, top combat cadet, future heir to the Emberheart family... still hardstuck Silver!"

Irina glared daggers at her, flames coiling around her fingertips.

Julia took a step back. "Alright, alright, I’ll stop—before you actually set me on fire."

Irina let out a sharp breath, shaking off the pure frustration that was bubbling up inside her.

But then—

A thought clicked.

’Right?’

She was in a bad mood. Furious, irritated, on edge.

But that didn’t mean she had to waste it.

Julia was still grinning like she had just won something. But Irina wasn’t losing again today.

Her golden eyes gleamed as an idea formed.

A way to use this sour mood for something productive.

She smirked, stretching her arms.

Julia’s grin faltered, her sharp blue eyes narrowing.

"Wait a second," she said, crossing her arms. "Why are you smiling?"

Irina rolled her shoulders, golden eyes practically glowing with something dangerous. "What? Can’t I be in a good mood?"

Julia scoffed. "No. Absolutely not. You were just ready to explode a minute ago, and now you’re smirking? That’s suspicious."

Irina exhaled through her nose, a lazy smirk still lingering at the corner of her lips.

"I just got an idea."

Julia stared. "…Okay. I hate that. What kind of idea?"

Irina tilted her head, clearly enjoying this. "Wouldn’t you like to know?"

Julia blinked. Then, slowly, she leaned in, her gaze piercing.

"You’re plotting something," she accused. "You never let things go, and now you’ve decided to be calm?"

Irina shrugged. "Maybe I just realized I can use this mood for something."

Julia hated this.

Because Irina being pissed? Normal. Expected.

Irina being calm and scheming?

That meant someone—**probably Julia herself—**was about to suffer.