Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 900

Chapter 900 207.1 - InfernoKnight

<Inside Irina's Dorm>

The hours blurred together.

What had started as a simple introduction to the game had turned into something completely different.

Irina sat there, gripping her controller, her amber eyes locked on the screen. Her expression was somewhere between awe, suspicion, and mild existential crisis.

Because this?

This didn't make any sense.

Four hours.

Four straight hours of matches.

And somehow—somehow—Astron was getting better at an unnatural rate.

At first, it had been fine. Expected, even. The game was new to him, but with her as his duo partner, they had an inherent advantage. Early on, their opponents were mostly other beginners, and since Irina had been playing for a while, she could easily carry their matches.

That was normal. That was expected.

But this?

Irina watched, utterly dumbfounded, as Astron effortlessly landed another perfect combo, chaining his abilities together with a precision that shouldn't have been possible for someone who had just picked up the game.

'No way. There is no way.'

The enemy champion barely had a second to react before Astron read their movement and countered it on instinct. He sidestepped their skill shot at the last possible moment, repositioned with flawless timing, and then—

BAM.

Another kill.

Another perfectly calculated, utterly clinical execution.

The announcer's voice boomed across the screen.

"Double Kill!"

Irina's mouth opened. No words came out.

"Double Kill!"

Irina's mouth opened. No words came out.

'What is this?'

She had been watching him closely throughout these matches, and the more she did, the more disturbed she became.

Astron wasn't just "getting better."

He was learning at an exponential rate.

At first, he had relied on pure observation—watching her, analyzing how she played, adapting to the mechanics. Then he started implementing things himself—small optimizations, faster reactions.

Now?

Now he was making plays that required deep understanding of the game's systems. Stuff that even experienced players needed time to learn.

Irina gaped as Astron instantly recognized when an enemy jungler was about to gank their lane, despite never seeing that champion before. He simply adjusted his positioning, predicted their approach, and dodged everything with effortless ease.

He was reading the game like a damn textbook.

'No, no, no, no, no—this isn't normal.'

Irina had played games with plenty of skilled people before. She had played against smurfs—veteran players using new accounts to stomp beginners. She had seen prodigies, fast learners, strategic geniuses.

But this wasn't fast learning.

This was absurd.

This was unsettling.

Irina found herself focusing less on the match and more on the player sitting next to her.

Astron's sharp purple eyes remained locked on the screen, unwavering. His posture was relaxed, his grip on the controller steady. His expression remained calm, utterly unreadable, but Irina could see it—

That focus.

That cold, calculating precision.

That terrifying efficiency.

She swallowed hard, fingers tightening around her controller.

And the worst part?

He was still catching up.

Even though she had started as the clear carry, the one leading every match, Astron was getting dangerously close to matching her pace.

She won games because she had experience.

Astron won games because he understood them on a fundamental level.

And at this rate—

—he was going to surpass her.

Irina felt a chill run down her spine.

She refused.

She absolutely refused.

'Hell. No.'

With a deep inhale, she sharpened her focus.

Irina tightened her grip on the controller, her competitive instincts roaring to life. She refused to be left behind, but at the same time…