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

"YOU BASTARD! WHAT ARE YOU DOING!"

Sitting in the middle of her room, Julia was fuming. Even her aura was shining while she was grabbing the handle of her bad.

Irina entered the room at that moment.

"How can I calm down? This bastard is clearly doing this on purpose."

Julia shot up from her chair, her eyes ablaze with frustration as she pointed at the holographic display projected above her desk. On the screen, her character in the "ChronoScape" game seemed to be in the midst of a perilous situation.

"Look at this! He just stole my quest item, and now he's flaunting it in front of me! I can't believe it!"

There, a guy without any ounce of clothing was dancing right in front of her. Let alone his non-existent clothing, the design of his character, and the stick he was holding alone made him recognizable.

Chapter 48.1 - Unmovable Mountain