Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 894

As the match loaded in, Irina’s competitive instincts flared up.

’Alright. No more weird moments. No more distractions. It’s game time.’

She cracked her fingers, eyes locked on the screen as their champions spawned in the base.

Astron’s ranged carry stood beside her support champion, the two of them ready to head to bottom lane.

Irina immediately shifted into teacher mode.

"Alright, listen up," she said, gripping the controller. "We’re heading bot lane. That’s your main spot as the carry."

Astron nodded, following her movements. "Understood."

She smirked. "Now, your job early on? Stay safe. You’re weak as hell right now—glass cannon types like you don’t do much damage early, so it’s usually better not to fight."

Astron hummed thoughtfully.

Then, after a moment, he asked—

"But, if the enemy is playing by the same rules, aren’t they also weak too?"

Irina’s brain short-circuited.

’…Wait.’

She paused.

She had been playing this game for months. Had played hundreds of matches.

And never once had she actually thought about it like that.

’Holy crap. He’s right.’

If both carries were weak early, then why was she so used to being passive?

Why not push the advantage first?

Irina stared at the screen.

For the first time ever, she was thinking about the game instead of just playing it on autopilot.

And it was annoying.

’Damn it! This is a game! If I wanted to think, I’d go study! What the hell is this?!’

She glared at Astron.

He, of course, was still watching the screen with calm curiosity, completely unaware of the existential crisis he had just given her.

Irina groaned, rubbing her temple.

"Okay, you know what?" she muttered, clicking her tongue. "Let’s not overthink things. Just follow my lead and don’t die."

Astron tilted his head slightly, his purple eyes shifting toward Irina as he absorbed her frustrated reaction.

Then, with his usual unreadable tone, he said, "Why does it feel like you are the kidnapper giving a child candy?"

Irina jerked.

Her head snapped toward him, baffled. "What are you saying?!"

Astron remained calm, adjusting his controller grip. "What? Your expression sure looks like that."

Irina’s eyebrow twitched. "I am not kidnapping anyone."

"It’s an analogy," Astron replied smoothly.

"Yeah! But it’s an analogy that is irrelevant!"

He hummed in that infuriatingly calm way of his. "Maybe because you can’t refute it?"

Irina gasped dramatically.

She slammed a hand against her chest as if personally wounded by the accusation. "Bastard! Insufferable knight!"

Astron didn’t react.

He simply let the silence stretch for a moment before calmly saying—

"..."

And that somehow made her even angrier.

"STOP DOING THAT!" she shouted.

"Doing what?" he asked, as if genuinely confused.

"THAT! Just not reacting! It makes me feel like I lost even when I should’ve won!"

Astron’s lips twitched ever so slightly.

"…Noted."

Irina exhaled sharply, glaring at the screen to stop herself from launching another counterattack.

"Alright, InfernoKnight," she muttered, stretching her fingers dramatically. "Time to show me you can actually play."

Astron nodded. "Understood."

The match began, and as soon as they stepped into lane, Irina was already nitpicking.

"Too far forward," she muttered as Astron’s champion stepped slightly past the minion wave. "You’re going to get hit if you stand there."

Astron adjusted his position immediately, his character shifting just slightly behind her.

Irina nodded approvingly, but a second later, she clicked her tongue. "Now you’re too far back! You’re missing gold!"