Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 895

Harin gritted his teeth, his breaths shallow, but his mind sharp.

No matter what happens, I must make sure they don’t get to Emily… I must make sure they don’t reach the guild.

The pain in his body dulled for a moment as his thoughts aligned. His vision flickered with the haze of exhaustion, but he forced himself to remain standing, to keep his focus on the enemy.

I will need to use that.

His right hand trembled as he clenched his fist, steadying himself. He had known this moment would come. From the moment Azure Crest Guild had been pulled into this war—no, from the moment they chose their side—he had known his life would be on the line.

The Hartley family had warned him.

Ray, the butler of that formidable household, had personally visited him weeks ago, standing in his office with that ever-composed, unreadable expression.

"Master Anderson, I will be blunt. The path you have chosen is one that will invite calamity. The demon contractors do not forgive, nor do they forget. The fact that you have been allowed to live this long is already a mercy."

Harin had laughed back then, his usual confidence barely shaken. "I don’t need your pity, Mister Ray. Azure Crest has survived worse."

But Ray hadn’t laughed. Instead, he had placed a small, ornate box on the table.

"Then take this. When the time comes, and it will come… Use it. No hesitation. No second thoughts."

Harin hadn’t questioned it then. He had taken the artifact, knowing that the Hartley family wasn’t the kind to offer empty words.

And now… now was the time.

Without hesitation, he reached into his spatial ring, fingers brushing against cold metal. He clenched it tightly, feeling the sheer weight of the power sealed within.

A deep pulse resonated the moment he pulled it free, the air around him distorting. The demon contractors stiffened, their unnatural grace faltering as they felt it—the presence of something beyond their comprehension.

The moment Harin’s fingers curled around the cold metal, the air itself shuddered. A pulse rippled outward, warping the space around him, and the alley seemed to tremble—distorting, like the world itself was shifting away from reality.

The demon contractors reacted instantly.

"Stop him!" The red-eyed man snarled, his previous amusement gone, replaced with urgency. His body blurred, moving with unnatural speed, his coat of living shadows writhing violently as he surged forward.

The violet-eyed woman didn’t hesitate either. Her fingers snapped into jagged claws, veins of darkness slithering across her skin as she lunged, her mouth parting slightly—revealing far too many needle-like teeth, as if she had discarded the need for human form altogether.

But it was too late.

Harin gritted his teeth and activated the artifact.

A sharp, violent force pulled at him from within. His body felt as though it had been seized by an invisible hand and wrenched through space. A deafening, high-pitched ringing filled his ears, his vision twisting into a blur of colors that should not exist.

It’s working.

It was exactly as Ray had explained to him.

A checkpoint-style artifact.

A pinpoint marker—a landmark placed in space, tying a single point in existence to another. When activated, the artifact folded space itself, forcing reality to curve around the marked location.

A perfect escape.

But— it came with a price.

Harin felt his mana drain violently, yanked out of his very core like water pouring from a shattered flask. His muscles spasmed, his breath hitched. His already battered body screamed in protest, exhaustion setting in like an unbearable weight pressing down on his soul.

His vision blurred. The world became unstable.

His knees buckled, his body losing its sense of weight, the sensation of being pulled and twisted through the fabric of reality making his stomach churn.

And in that moment, just before he completely slipped away— rage burned through him.

’Philips family!’

His blood boiled.

So they had finally cast away their pretense? They were no longer even trying to hide their collaboration with these wretched demon contractors?