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 opulent room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting a warm amber hue over the lavish furnishings. Ornate carvings adorned the dark wood furniture, and luxurious velvet curtains framed the tall windows. The air was scented with a faint trace of expensive cologne, mingled with the lingering scent of intimacy.

In the center of the room, a massive bed with silk sheets lay in disarray. Zafira reclined against the pillows, her raven-black hair spilling over her bare shoulders like a dark cascade. Beside her, a young man slept soundly, his face serene but his body showing signs of exhaustion. His chest rose and fell steadily, the sheets barely covering his well-defined physique.

Zafira's lips curved into a satisfied smile as she glanced at him. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the intricate patterns on the silk sheets. The room's opulence, the man's identity, none of it truly mattered to her. What mattered was what she had achieved.

Chapter 183.4 - Outer Currents