Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 889

Irina strode ahead with a confident air, the grand doors of her dorm unlocking at her mere presence. As they stepped inside, the entryway was illuminated by soft mana lights, casting a warm glow over the polished floors and elegantly structured space.

She made a sweeping gesture with her hand. "Welcome to my humble abode," she said, smirking as she turned toward Astron. "Two floors, a grand garden, private facilities—everything one needs to live comfortably."

Astron’s sharp gaze scanned the area, taking in the high ceilings, the seamless blend of elegance and function, and the sheer space that separated this place from the standard dorms. "Lavish," he commented simply.

Irina snorted. "You haven’t even seen the best parts yet."

She led him through the first floor, pointing out the fully stocked kitchen—not that she used it much—then the lounge, lined with bookshelves and mana-enhanced furniture designed for relaxation. At the back, wide glass doors led to her personal garden, a sprawling area with glowing flora, a small pond, and carefully arranged pathways.

Astron’s gaze lingered on it for a moment before she pulled him toward the stairs. "Second floor has my personal quarters, study, and a few other rooms I may or may not use," she said, waving a hand. "But what’s even more impressive is the compound outside."

She gestured toward the massive window overlooking the elite dorms. Beyond the buildings, in the very center of the compound, lay the personal training grounds for the top ten cadets—vast, state-of-the-art, and enchanted to accommodate extreme combat conditions.

Astron’s eyes flickered toward the grounds, analyzing, calculating.

Irina grinned. "Now this is something that might interest you."

He glanced at her, waiting.

She leaned against the railing, arms crossed. "All this? It’s the kind of privilege that comes with being in the top ten. You could be enjoying all of this too, you know." She tilted her head. "So? How about showing some strength?"

Astron’s gaze remained unreadable as he turned his eyes back to the compound. Then, calmly, he countered, "These types of things are luxuries that are not needed for a Hunter."

Irina blinked. "Hah?"

Astron continued, his tone even. "A Hunter does not need a grand house or personal training grounds. Survival does not come from privilege, nor does strength." His sharp gaze met hers. "And more importantly, revealing one’s capabilities comes at a greater cost than the rewards it offers."

Irina frowned slightly, processing his words. "What do you lose exactly?"

Silence.

Astron looked at her, his expression calm, yet something unreadable lurked behind those sharp purple eyes.

"You can’t tell me, right?" she pressed, watching him closely.

"I can tell you," he admitted after a moment. "But it would be difficult to explain in a way that makes sense to you." A pause. "Rather, you will see the reasons soon."

Irina exhaled, rubbing her temple. "Sigh... You really are secretive."

"....You also had known that from the start?"

Irina scoffed, shaking her head. "Damn, I had…" Then, smirking slightly, she added, "Wish I had chosen better, though."

Astron’s lips twitched. "But you didn’t."

She clicked her tongue, glancing at him. "Tch. No, I didn’t."

For a moment, they stood there, the glow of the mana lights casting long shadows over the space, the air thick with an unspoken challenge between them.

And yet, despite everything—Irina couldn’t help but feel a little satisfied.

Even if he wouldn’t admit it, she knew Astron was analyzing everything. Watching. Thinking.

Irina watched him carefully, the way his sharp eyes scanned everything—not just with curiosity, but with something deeper. Calculation. Assessment. Even here, in a place built for comfort, Astron was breaking it all down, seeing what mattered, what didn’t.

’Maybe he’ll find something here,’ she thought. ’Maybe he’ll start connecting things differently.’

But despite that hope, something heavier lurked beneath her thoughts.

A fear she still couldn’t shake.

Even now, standing in the glow of her own domain, the memory clawed at the edges of her mind—the scene that had burned itself into her soul.

The spear piercing his body.

His lifeless eyes.

His form twisting, warping, signs of demonic corruption spreading like a cursed flame.

The moment when she knew—he had sold himself to demons.