Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 892

As the tutorial progressed, the game introduced more mechanics—ones that were crucial for actual gameplay.

"Skills have cooldowns. Managing them efficiently is the key to winning fights."

Astron tested his champion’s abilities, pressing each button methodically as if committing them to muscle memory. The cooldown timers popped up, and Irina could see him already calculating the gaps between each use.

’Okay, that’s normal. Everyone learns that part fast…’

But the next section?

"Every champion has a passive ability. Pay attention to how it works—it can turn the tide of battle."

Astron read the description.

Then, he activated his next skill immediately in sync with his passive effect, landing a perfect chain of attacks on the practice dummy.

Irina’s grip on the controller tightened.

’Okay, hold up. How the hell did he just understand that instantly?’

The tutorial moved forward, spawning an enemy champion in front of him.

The game provided a brief rundown:

"Enemy champions have unique abilities. Learn how they work, or risk being caught off guard."

Astron, of course, had no clue what this enemy could do.

So when it launched a spell straight at him—

BAM.

The attack landed clean, chunking half of his health bar.

Irina grinned.

"Ha! See? Even you can’t—"

BAM.

The next skill hit him too.

’Pfft—!’

Astron didn’t react, merely adjusting his position. But Irina could see it now.

That sharp focus.

That calculation.

The next time the enemy tried to cast—

Astron moved.

He dodged the ability entirely by side-stepping at the exact moment the skill animation began.

Irina’s grin faltered.

’Oh, you’ve gotta be kidding me.’

A few seconds later—

He killed the enemy champion.

Cleanly. Efficiently.

Irina narrowed her eyes. "Alright. That was just one fight. The tutorial literally made that enemy easier for you."

But then—

Astron pushed forward, taking down the turret.

And then—

He repeated the process.

Three times.

Systematically destroying everything in his path.

By the time he reached the enemy base, Irina had gone from mildly amused to mildly horrified.

Astron blasted through the enemy Nexus in a flawless finish, the victory screen appearing before them.

"Congratulations! You have completed the tutorial!"

Irina just stared at the screen.

Astron set the controller down with a quiet, satisfied exhale.

Irina turned to him slowly.

"...What the hell was that?"

Astron raised an eyebrow. "The tutorial?"

She pointed at the screen. "That was not normal! Nobody picks it up that fast!"

Astron tilted his head slightly. "It was straightforward. The mechanics are structured, and the enemy patterns were predictable."

Irina groaned, burying her face in her hands.

’Oh, no. He’s gonna be one of those players, isn’t he?’

Astron glanced at her. "Is there an issue?"

She lifted her head, squinting at him. "We’re queuing into bots next, and if you don’t suffer at least once, I am going to make sure you do."

Astron’s lips twitch—just barely.

"...Understood."

Irina huffed.

’This is NOT how this was supposed to go.’

Irina quickly navigated to the friend request section, preparing to add Astron to her list. But before she could, the system prompted him to set up an in-game alias.

Astron glanced at the screen, his fingers hovering over the keyboard.

And then—

’Hehe…’

An idea popped into Irina’s mind. A mischievous, evil, absolutely perfect idea.

’He can’t be trusted with naming himself. I need to handle this. Personally.’

With a smirk, she turned toward him. "Hey, can you grab the snacks?"

Astron blinked, his fingers pausing. "Snacks?"

"Yep." She waved her hand dismissively. "They’re on the—uh, near the kitchen. Top shelf. Also, there are some drinks there as well."

Astron didn’t move right away. Instead, his sharp purple eyes locked onto her, analyzing.

Irina sweated internally.

’He didn’t notice, right? He totally didn’t notice.’

Astron didn’t say a word.

Then, after a long pause—