Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 839

"You don’t have the necessary drive."

The moment the words left his mouth, something inside Lilia snapped.

Her body tensed, her fingers curling into fists. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?" she asked, her voice lower, colder.

Astron didn’t blink. "It means you hesitate."

Lilia’s glare sharpened, but he continued before she could interrupt. "You hesitate when it comes to doing things the way Adrian or Selene would. You hesitate when it comes to manipulation, when it comes to using everything at your disposal. You hesitate because, deep down, you don’t want to be like them."

His tone remained infuriatingly steady. "And that’s why you lost."

Lilia took a step forward before she even realized it, her crimson eyes burning with barely restrained anger.

"Are you saying I lost because I didn’t cheat?"

Astron met her burning gaze without flinching, his dark purple eyes steady and unyielding.

"Cheating is when you go against the rules." His voice was calm, matter-of-fact. "But we both know that when it comes to politics, the rules are often written by those who win."

He tilted his head slightly, his expression unreadable. "There is no cheating. There is only what is allowed and what is enforced. And that—" his voice dipped, quieter but sharper, "is your fundamental flaw."

Lilia scoffed, her crimson eyes narrowing. "Cheating is cheating. If those in power can’t uphold a certain standard, then what is to become of this world?" free𝑤ebnovel.com

Astron nodded slightly, acknowledging her words. "That’s a valid point."

Then he exhaled, looking at her with something that wasn’t quite condescension, but wasn’t far from it either.

"But that is the duality of this world." His voice remained level, but there was something colder underneath it, something that suggested he had long since accepted this truth. "Those things that should be done are often harder…"

His gaze flickered, his next words cutting through the night air like a blade.

"…and those things that must be done are often crueler."

Silence.

Lilia’s breath hitched slightly.

Her fingers twitched at her sides. She hated that—for just a second—those words struck something deep inside her.

Astron continued, his tone never wavering. "You’re not wrong for wanting standards. For wanting a system that isn’t ruled by deception." He took a step closer, his gaze unwavering. "But if you think that alone will win you the Olympus Vanguard, then you’re either naïve… or lying to yourself."

Lilia’s jaw clenched.

Astron simply looked at her, waiting.

And for the first time in a long time, she had no immediate response.

Astron didn’t break eye contact, his expression as unreadable as ever. "And we both know that you’re smarter than that. You’re not naive." His voice was even, devoid of condescension, but it carried a weight that pressed down on Lilia all the same. "Which means there’s only one option left."

Lilia scoffed, crossing her arms. "Since when did you become a psychologist and a mind reader?"

Astron merely tilted his head, his dark purple eyes steady. "Truth is often laid bare for those who are talented enough to observe… and brave enough to look at it."

Lilia’s lips twitched slightly. Does he even hear himself when he talks?

"You really sound narcissistic, you know that?" she muttered, shaking her head.

Astron’s mouth moved—just slightly, barely enough to be called an expression. "Possibly."

Lilia exhaled, her crimson gaze sharp as she met his eyes once more. "And what makes you think you’re better at seeing through me than I am myself?" Her voice carried a challenge, a flicker of irritation woven into her tone.

Astron simply shrugged, as if the answer was obvious. "A sailor often cannot sew their own clothes."

Lilia blinked, momentarily caught off guard by the random yet oddly fitting analogy.

She let out a short chuckle, shaking her head. "You’d make a good debater."

But then he tilted his head slightly again, his next words cutting deeper.

"It may improve how others see you. But does it improve enough to cover for the opportunity cost?"

Lilia’s expression flickered, her lips pressing into a thin line.

Astron continued. "Achieving that rank, maintaining it—it’s not easy, is it? You spend hours training, refining your technique, ensuring you’re ahead of everyone else."

He paused, then spoke again, slower this time.

"But do you need it?"

Lilia clenched her jaw. "Of course I do."

"Do you?" Astron’s voice remained infuriatingly steady. "Or have you simply decided that you do?"

Lilia’s breath was slow, controlled, but her irritation was growing.

Astron studied her reaction, then shrugged slightly. "You could be using that time differently. Recruiting more people. Expanding your network. Strengthening alliances. If your goal is true power, then raw skill shouldn’t be your priority. Influence should be."

Lilia knew he wasn’t wrong.

But she hated that he had said it.

Her fingers curled slightly at her sides, but she didn’t respond immediately.

Astron continued. "So, I’ll ask again. Are you sure this is what you want?" Continue your saga on freewebnovel

Her crimson eyes burned into his, but he didn’t waver. He didn’t look down at her like Selene. He didn’t mock her like Adrian. He just… stood there. Watching. Waiting.

And for some reason, that infuriated her even more.