Darkness_Enjoyer

What do the words Third-Rate Villain mean?
Doesn't every human being possess their own background story?
Just because a game hadn't explored one's background story, does it mean those characters are irrelevant?

In a world where video games come to life, Astron Natusalune is introduced as a seemingly insignificant character—a third-rate villain with a minor role. However, this ordinary facade belies a haunting past that has shaped Astron into the vengeful soul he has become.
Someone who would do everything for his vengeance.

What will occur if Astron's soul combines with one from Earth? Will he relinquish his position as a third-rate villain, or will he forge a new path? 

Driven by a singular purpose—to avenge his sister's tragic death and bring justice to a cruel world—Astron embarks on a transformative journey. 

Witness the journey of the Astron as the young boy experiences a profound shift in his own values as he witnesses firsthand the consequences of unchecked vengeance and the true complexities of morality.

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Chapter length 1750-2500 
At least one chapter a day.

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Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

"This will be it for today's lesson," the history professor's voice resonated through the classroom once again, signaling the end of yet another class. A collective sigh of relief rippled through the students, signaling the end of their academic obligations for the week.

"You don't have any assignments for this week. Have fun on the weekend," he announced before making his exit, leaving the classroom in a state of jubilation. As the door closed behind him, a chorus of enthusiastic exclamations erupted from the students.

"I can't believe we lucked out this week!"

The atmosphere in the room shifted from one of concentration to one of elation. Desks were pushed back, and the rustling of backpacks being packed signaled the beginning of the weekend exodus. Smiles and laughter replaced furrowed brows and focused expressions.

Chapter 17.6 - Normal Life