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

In any case, with my day being left to me alone, I decided to train, but not in a way that would tire me a lot.

'It had been a while since I had focused on my bow.'

While I was not slacking off with my training, it was understandable that my focus was not on my bow or my daggers for a while.

Since I have been working on a more diversity of weapons, that was to be expected.

I made my way to the training grounds, the familiar scent of fresh grass and the faint hum of mana in the air welcoming me. The grounds were mostly empty, surprisingly, a rare occurrence that would not happen a lot.

'Well, not every trainee wants to train on Sunday.' I reminded myself as I grabbed one of the practice bows from the rack.

I set up a few targets at varying distances, but nothing too complex. Today wasn't about pushing my limits—it was about sharpening them. I took a deep breath, drawing the bowstring back smoothly.

Chapter 114.1 - Young Hearts