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

Jeremy's father, Reginald Hawkins, stood in the grand hallway of their family estate, his face a mask of barely contained rage and disbelief. The news had come suddenly, carried on the breathless words of one of his trusted guards, but nothing had prepared him for what he was about to witness.

When the doors to the room opened and Jeremy was wheeled in, Reginald's breath caught in his throat. His son, his proud and ambitious heir, was unrecognizable. The once-handsome face that had been a symbol of the Hawkins family's future was now a grotesque, charred ruin. The burns covered the entire side of his face, the skin blackened and twisted, a cruel mockery of the young man Jeremy had once been.

Jeremy lay still, his eyes glazed over with pain and fear. He was unable to speak, his body trembling from the trauma he had endured. His breathing was shallow and ragged, each intake of air a reminder of the agony that had consumed him.

Chapter 107.2 - Aftermath