Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 999

The air crackled with tension, thin streams of mana flickering through the crags like lightning in slow motion. Reina stood atop a jagged outcrop overlooking the impact zone—what had once been a stable, Class-5 gate now dissolved into a warped, glassy crater seething with reversed polarity. The terrain no longer followed any known mana distribution. Snow melted upward. Shadows stretched in the wrong direction. Runes etched themselves into stone without being cast.

Reina's coat flared around her as the wind pulsed unnaturally—like breath exhaled by a sleeping god suddenly stirring.

Then it happened.

The sky fractured.

Not with sound—but with structure.

Lines formed where no lines should exist. Geometric impossibilities folded inward on themselves, equations rewriting in real-time. Across the sky, glyphs spiraled in a cascade too vast and too intricate to decipher—unless you had the eyes to see them.

And Reina did.

Her pupils dilated violently as her trait triggered.

The transformation was immediate.

Her irises fractured into mirrored spirals, layered with sigils, flowing characters, and recursive patterns that scrolled faster than light. Each second stretched into eternity as her vision was hijacked—force-fed an impossible stream of arcane information.

Time.

Coordinates.

Dimensional overlap.

Core variance values from over a dozen closed loops in known dungeons.

She staggered, teeth clenched, hand flying to her temple as the pressure lanced through her skull like molten wire.

"Aaaarghk—!"

The scream was torn from her lungs as her knees hit the stone, her other hand clawing the ground. Mana bled from her fingertips in wild, uncontrolled pulses.

And then—silence.

The information stream cut.

Her eyes dulled slightly, the spirals slowing their rotation before fading back into layered complexity. Her breathing came in short, shuddering waves. A trickle of blood dripped from her nose.

But she was calm now.

Panting.

Sweating.

But calm.

Her voice was quiet, hoarse, but clear.

"…So," she whispered, staring at the warped sky as the clouds rearranged themselves into impossible formations.

A mana stream flowed backward across the horizon.

"…It finally happened."

She wiped the blood from her lip, still kneeling in the frost-burned grass.

Reina's eyes rose again to the sky—though "sky" was no longer the right word for it.

Above her, the atmosphere convulsed with patterns too vast for the eye to track. It wasn't just clouds that moved—it was the heavens themselves, folding, contracting, recalibrating. Great spirals of glyphs, invisible to the untrained, began to stabilize into alignments—coordinates not of place, but of possibility. The kind she'd only seen on pre-collapse dimensional diagrams or the Watchers' oldest core theories.

Then—she saw it.

The mana pulse. Thin, surgical, unlike any explosive fluctuation she'd observed in the past.

It rose from far beneath the earth like a needle threading through layers of space-time, slipping between boundaries without friction. Reina's eyes tracked its path instinctively—not just the motion, but the intent behind it. A system's hand adjusting its axis. A correction.

And she felt the echo.

Like a whisper brushing across the back of her mind:

The final core has been activated.

Her gaze dropped toward the crater below, where the warping glasslike terrain rippled gently with residual mana. And though the distortion was quiet now, her perception—still resonating with the afterimage of that catastrophic alignment—allowed her to see what others would miss.

The fundamental logic of the world had changed.

Gate classifications, stability thresholds, the logic of entry—all rewritten.

She saw flashes of the sequence from her own perspective—Chapter 233.2's anomaly, now fully registered. The pulsing orb of rewritten mana. The gates flickering out of sync with their own timelines. The spiral beneath the snow, melted not by heat but by intentional design. Not a dungeon.

A device.

"So that's what they meant by reactivation…" she thought grimly, her jaw tightening.

She exhaled slowly, her breath fogging in the reverse-flowing wind.