Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 924

Chapter 924 212.7 - Shifting Pillars

The academy was in disarray.

Sophomores under Trevor's influence had begun stirring conflict across the campus, instigating fights, pressuring first-years, and creating an atmosphere of tension and uncertainty.

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Almost.

Trevor tapped his fingers against his desk, his brow slightly furrowed as one of his subordinates stood before him, nervously shifting on his feet.

"You're telling me you can't find him?" Trevor asked, voice calm but dangerously cold.

The sophomore swallowed hard. "We checked everywhere—the training grounds, the gravity chambers, the gym—but Astron isn't training at all."

Trevor's fingers stilled.

That was odd.

Astron had always been predictable. He was the type to train constantly, refining his techniques, honing his skills. Trevor had expected him to fall into his usual habits, making it easy to corner him again.

But instead, he had disappeared.

"Are you saying he's hiding?" Trevor asked, tilting his head slightly.

The sophomore hesitated. "I—I don't know. He's just… nowhere."

Trevor exhaled sharply through his nose, mildly irritated.

This wasn't a major setback, but it was annoying nonetheless.

Astron shouldn't have been hard to find. And yet, somehow, he had managed to slip away from them entirely.

Trevor leaned back, eyes narrowing slightly.

It wasn't panic. Not even frustration.

Just… a feeling.

Something was off.

But before he could dwell on it, his communicator buzzed.

A call from Leontius.

Trevor exhaled and picked up the line. "Tell me it's good news."

A low chuckle came through. "Oh, it's better than good news."

Trevor arched an eyebrow. "Go on."

Leontius's voice carried a sharp edge of amusement. "Ethan has been dealt with. And this time?" He let out a slow, satisfied sigh. "He's actually getting punished."

Trevor's eyes gleamed with satisfaction.

Finally.

That righteous idiot had managed to slip through consequences far too often, his status as a Hartley shielding him.

But not this time.

"What happened?" Trevor asked.

Leontius chuckled, his voice carrying that self-satisfied edge Trevor had come to associate with him. "Let's just say we finally got the right footage. Clean, crisp, and conveniently cropped to paint our boy Ethan as the aggressor."

Trevor's fingers tapped against the surface of his desk once more, his lips curling into a slow smirk. "Oh?"

"Caught on the academy's surveillance," Leontius continued, his tone oozing amusement. "Well… not all of it, obviously. Just the right part."

Trevor exhaled through his nose, leaning back in his chair as he processed the information. This wasn't just good news—it was a significant shift in momentum. Ethan had been a constant thorn in their side, a wildcard who refused to play by their rules. He had defied them more than once, standing against their influence without any hesitation. And worse? People had started to notice.

Freshmen looked up to him. Some of them had even begun following his lead, refusing to fold under the sophomore pressure, refusing to bow their heads like they were expected to. That kind of behavior was dangerous.

So making an example of him?

It was necessary.

Trevor's fingers drummed in thought. "And Eleanor?"

"She had no choice but to go along with it," Leontius said, amusement lacing his words. "Grayson backed Melanie, and with the footage in play? Eleanor was boxed in. She let it go and punished Ethan."

Trevor hummed, considering the implications. "So he's actually facing consequences this time?"

Leontius let out a low chuckle. "Suspension from combat-related activities. Not as satisfying as I'd like, but…" He trailed off, his tone still smug. "It's a start."

A start, indeed.

Trevor wasn't foolish enough to believe this would completely rid them of Ethan, but it would weaken him. Humiliate him. And that was enough for now.

"Good," Trevor finally said, the smirk never leaving his lips. "That should keep him in check—at least for a while."

Leontius let out a sharp breath. "And while he's licking his wounds, we keep the pressure on the rest of them. The first-years are already on edge, and with Ethan out of the picture for now? They'll start falling in line real soon."

Trevor nodded to himself. That was the key. It was never just about Ethan—it was about control. The academy was a battlefield, and dominance was dictated not just by strength, but by perception. Right now? Ethan looked weak. And that meant the freshmen would hesitate before trying to fight back.

Still, Trevor wasn't entirely satisfied. Something about this felt too easy.

And easy things?

They never lasted.

"…Keep an eye on him," Trevor said after a moment. "I don't trust Ethan to stay quiet."

Leontius scoffed. "He doesn't have much of a choice."

Trevor didn't respond right away. Instead, he let his gaze drift toward the window, looking out at the academy grounds.