Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 922

Chapter 922 212.5 - Shifting Pillars

Ethan followed Eleanor through the dimly lit halls of the academy, his steps steady despite the dull ache in his body. His mind was already turning, anticipating what was coming next.

When they reached her office, the door was already open.

Inside, three familiar figures were already waiting.

Melanie.

And the two sophomores who had jumped him.

Melanie sat comfortably, her legs crossed, her expression the perfect picture of innocence. The two guys beside her were more restrained, standing stiffly, but their presence alone was enough to remind Ethan of what had happened.

Eleanor stepped inside, gesturing for Ethan to take a seat. He did, though his muscles remained tense, his entire body wired for whatever was coming next.

The air in the room was heavy.

No one spoke at first.

Then, Eleanor's voice cut through the silence.

"Tell me what happened."

Ethan exhaled through his nose, leaning forward slightly. His hazel eyes flickered toward Melanie, his jaw tightening. "I was leaving the dorms. She was waiting for me."

Eleanor's sharp gaze turned to Melanie. "Is that true?"

Melanie's smirk widened just slightly, as if she had been expecting this exact question. "Well, I was waiting for him, yes." She tilted her head slightly, her tone light. "But only because I wanted to talk."

Ethan's fingers curled into his palms.

"Bullshit," he muttered.

Eleanor's gaze flickered toward him, but before she could say anything, Melanie sighed dramatically.

"See? That's exactly the problem," she said, shaking her head. "I really did just want to talk. But instead, he got aggressive."

Ethan's breath slowed. His body went still.

He already knew where this was going.

And then—

Melanie reached for her smartwatch and tapped the screen.

A video began to play on the holographic display.

The moment Ethan saw the footage, his stomach twisted.

The angle was clear, steady—someone had been recording from a distance.

It showed him standing in the hallway. Melanie in front of him, speaking. Then—Ethan attacking.

The moment his fist moved. The moment his spear flicked out.

But everything before that was gone.

There was no taunting. No illusion. No mention of Jane.

Just him.

The aggressor.

Ethan's jaw clenched. "That's not the whole video."

Eleanor didn't react immediately, her gaze still fixed on the footage as it played out.

Melanie let out a soft hum. "I don't know what you mean," she said smoothly. "That's exactly what happened. I tried to have a conversation, and you escalated."

Ethan's fingers dug into his palms.

He knew she was lying. She knew she was lying.

And yet—she had come prepared.

"That's not the full conversation," Ethan said, his voice dangerously quiet.

Melanie blinked, tilting her head. "Oh? Are you saying the academy's recording system is flawed?"

Ethan let out a slow breath, trying to control the way his chest burned with frustration. "You know what I'm saying."

Melanie shook her head, putting on an impossibly innocent expression. "I really don't." Then, she glanced at Eleanor, her eyes wide, almost mockingly sincere. "Professor, I just wanted to talk to him about his friend. I was worried. That's all."

Ethan's blood boiled.

He had to clench his jaw to keep himself from snapping.

"That's a lie," he forced out.

Melanie gasped lightly, putting a hand to her chest. "Wow, Ethan. That really hurts. I was just trying to be a good senior, you know?"

Ethan felt the walls closing in.

It was the perfect setup.

Ethan's breathing remained even, but inside, he felt the sharp coil of frustration tightening in his chest.

'This is so damn unfair.'

He knew it. He could feel it.

Every instinct told him that this was planned—that Melanie had set this up perfectly, waiting for the right moment to twist the story. And worse, she had evidence.

Even if the video was incomplete.

Even if it left out the most important parts.

It didn't matter.

Because what mattered was what was shown.

And what was shown?

Him attacking.

Melanie had already won before he even stepped into this room.

Eleanor was silent for a long moment, her sharp golden eyes flicking between them, watching their body language, reading the room. Ethan could tell she was assessing the situation, trying to see if there were any cracks in the story being presented.

Then, she finally spoke.

"There was a sound barrier."