Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 916

Chapter 916 211.2 - Politics

Trevor exhaled sharply, forcing the tension from his hands before reaching for his communicator. His father's words still echoed in his mind, but now wasn't the time to hesitate. He needed to act. He needed to move fast.

The call connected within seconds.

A deep, almost lazy voice answered from the other side. "Took you long enough."

Trevor's lips curled into a smirk. "Busy day, Leontius?"

A soft chuckle. "Aren't they all?"

The screen flickered to life, and the holographic image of Leontius Vargras appeared before him.

Leontius Vargras. The eldest son of the Vargras family, one of the oldest bloodlines that had actively worked against the Pentagon Alliance—the union of the five ruling families that dominated political and military power.

Unlike the Hartleys or the Middleton, who played by the rules of the system, the Vargras family had made their position clear:

They wanted the old world back. A world where strength dictated power, not alliances.

For generations, the Vargras family had raised warriors, not politicians. They were known for their brutal training, their elite mercenary forces, and their unwavering rejection of modern aristocratic diplomacy.

Their motto had been the same for centuries:

"Only the strong decide."

Leontius himself was a perfect representation of his family's ideals.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, with a presence that commanded a room the second he walked in. His jet-black hair was loosely tied behind his back, revealing the sharp angles of his face. His golden eyes held an amused glint, but there was always something predatory beneath the surface—like a beast waiting for an excuse to strike.

Despite his family's reputation, Leontius wasn't reckless. He was methodical. Calculating. He had an easygoing exterior, but no one mistook that for weakness.

Trevor knew this because he had worked with Leontius before.

They both understood how the world really worked.

"You didn't call just to chat, did you?" Leontius mused, running a hand through his hair.

Trevor leaned forward slightly.

Trevor leaned forward slightly, his gaze steady as the pieces of his plan began falling into place.

"It's time," he murmured. "Set the plan in motion."

Leontius's golden eyes gleamed, a slow smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. "Finally," he drawled, stretching his arms above his head before resting them behind his neck. "I was starting to think you were holding back."

Trevor exhaled sharply. "I needed the right timing."

Leontius chuckled. "And now?"

Trevor's smirk turned sharper. "Now, the academy is a storm waiting to happen."

Leontius didn't argue with that. He knew it too.

The Academy was filled with tensions that had been simmering for too long. The structure of power was fraying, barely holding together. And Trevor?

Trevor was about to tear it apart.

"The Pentagon Families have been ruling unchallenged for too long," Trevor muttered. "It's time to remind them that they aren't the only ones with power."

Leontius hummed. "You sound a lot like my father when you say that."

Trevor smirked. "He's not wrong."

For years, the five ruling families of the Human Domain had held a tight grip on the political and military landscape.

The Hartleys, with their unrivaled spearmanship.

The Midletons, masters of swordsmanship.

The Emberhearts, hailing from Arcadia Dominion, born with devastating fire magic.

The Bravehearts, commanders of the Human Domain's military might.

The Thornhearts, their immense wealth and control over the Hunter industry keeping the entire economy in check.

Together, these five families formed the Pentagon Alliance, the cornerstone of Central's governance. Their unity had become the pillar of strength for humanity.

But things weren't always this way.

Before them, there were others—ruling families that had once stood at the pinnacle of human authority.

Families like the Vargras.

But they had been removed from the central, getting pushed back to outside and the border.

The Pentagon Alliance had taken everything from them. Their influence, their lands, their right to rule.

And the Vargras never forgot.

Especially not Leontius's father, who had spent decades waiting for the right moment to strike back.

And now?

That moment was here.

"You think the others will move if we start the fire?" Leontius asked, his voice casual, but the weight behind it was unmistakable.

Trevor smirked. "They won't have a choice."