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

The tension in the infirmary pressed against Maya's chest like a vice, her clenched fists trembling at her sides. Irina's words replayed in her mind, sharp and mocking, yet the source of her agitation wasn't entirely external. As much as Irina's defiance grated on her, there was something else gnawing at her, something deeper, darker.

And then, it came—a voice, low and venomous, curling through her thoughts like smoke.

"Why don't you just kill her?"

Maya stiffened, her eyes widening fractionally. The voice was hers—but not. There was an edge to it, sharp and unyielding, laced with a primal hunger that she recognized all too well.

Her breath hitched as recognition washed over her. It was her—the other self, the darker fragment of her psyche she had worked so hard to suppress.

Chapter 180.2 - Confontration, but girls