Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 928

Ethan walked along the dimly lit pathways of the academy, his hands tucked into his pockets, his mind churning with frustration. The cold night air did little to cool the burning in his chest.

A reprimand and a suspension.

That was the outcome.

That was what they decided after everything.

He clenched his jaw, his fingers curling into fists in his pockets. His body still ached, his ribs sore despite the healing, but the real pain wasn’t physical. It was the fact that Melanie had gotten away with it. Again.

The way she had smiled. The way Grayson had protected her so effortlessly.

They had already decided the outcome before he even stepped into that office.

Ethan exhaled slowly, forcing his breath to steady.

’They want me to take this loss. They expect me to just move on like it never happened.’

But he wasn’t going to forget.

No.

He would remember every second of this.

His smartwatch vibrated.

Ethan blinked, his thoughts briefly interrupted as he pulled it up. A call.

Julia.

Frowning, he answered. "Yeah?"

The second the call connected, Julia’s voice came through urgently.

"Ethan, something happened."

His spine straightened immediately. "What?"

"It’s Lilia," Julia said, her voice sharp. "She was attacked."

Ethan’s eyes narrowed.

Attacked?

"When?" His voice dropped, low and controlled.

"Tonight," Julia responded quickly. "I just got word from her. She was found outside the training grounds—injured. She’s in the infirmary now, but—"

Ethan was already turning, already moving.

"Who did it?"

Julia let out a slow breath. "We don’t know yet. There were no witnesses, and she wasn’t able to get a clear look at her attackers."

Ethan’s jaw clenched. No witnesses? That was too convenient.

His mind was still processing when Julia’s tone shifted.

"Ethan," she said, her voice serious now. "I need to know what happened with you today."

Ethan inhaled sharply, debating whether or not to get into it right now. But then, as he thought about it—

He realized something.

This wasn’t unrelated.

He exhaled. "They set me up."

A pause. Then, Julia’s voice came through, sharp.

"Explain."

Ethan quickly ran her through what had happened—the baiting, the illusion, the fight, the rigged disciplinary hearing.

By the time he finished, the silence on the other end of the call was tense.

Then, Julia cursed.

"That’s it," she said, her voice now carrying pure determination. "We’re calling a meeting. Now."

Ethan barely had time to respond before the call ended.

*****

The room they had chosen was an old study hall—one that was rarely used this late at night. The soft glow of the lanterns lining the walls cast long shadows across the wooden desks, their presence doing little to warm the chill that hung in the air.

Julia was already there when Ethan arrived, leaning against the far wall, arms crossed, her expression set in grim determination. Lucas and Carl were seated at the nearest table, their usual relaxed postures replaced by tense alertness. Irina stood near the window, her back straight, golden eyes watching the campus grounds below as if expecting trouble to appear at any moment.

And then there was Lilia.

Ethan’s gaze flickered to her immediately. She sat on the edge of one of the desks, her usual easygoing smirk absent. Instead, her face was tight with exhaustion, and though she tried to hide it, Ethan could see the stiffness in her movements—the subtle tension in her shoulders, the way she held herself just a little too carefully.

Bruises lined the side of her neck, faint but visible. There was a cut on her arm, already treated but still fresh enough that she was careful not to move it too much.

His jaw clenched.

Lilia noticed his stare and rolled her eyes. "Relax, Mountain Boy," she said, voice lighter than it should have been. "I’m not dead yet."

"You look like hell," Ethan said bluntly.

"Right back at you," Lilia shot back, giving him a once-over.

Ethan ignored the remark, stepping fully into the room. His ribs still ached, but he forced himself not to favor them. It was nothing compared to the weight pressing against his mind.

Julia pushed off the wall. "Alright. Let’s not waste time." Her sharp gaze swept over them. "We need to figure out what the hell is going on."

Lucas leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "Let’s start with what we know." His voice was calm, measured, but there was an edge beneath it. "Lilia was attacked tonight, right after Ethan got suspended for a fight that was clearly set up. Too much of a coincidence."

Ethan exhaled slowly, his mind already piecing things together. "It’s not a coincidence," he said. "They’re connected."

Carl frowned. "You sure?"

Ethan gave him a look. "Come on. We’re not that stupid."