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

"Something captured Senior Maya at that time, didn't it? And you went to save her."

Astron's gaze didn't waver, but his silence spoke volumes. It was an answer in itself, one that confirmed her suspicions.

Sylvie leaned forward slightly, her voice growing firmer as she pressed on. "But why didn't you inform the authorities? Surely… surely the city wouldn't just let a genius senior like Maya disappear without doing something. They would've searched for her. They would've—"

Astron raised a hand, a quiet yet commanding gesture that silenced her mid-sentence. His gaze softened slightly, but his voice carried a weight that silenced any further protests. "Do you think they would've believed me?" he asked, his tone calm but edged with something deeper—something almost bitter. "A first-year student claiming that a senior had been taken by something. Without evidence?"

Chapter 184.4 - Understanding