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.

-----------------------------------0------------------------------------
Chapter length 1750-2500 
At least one chapter a day.

You can check my discord if you want. You will be able to see the illustrations here and engage in a conversation with me if I am available. 

https://discord.gg/qRknX5hTur

---------------------------0------------------------------

Business E-mail: yusuftalhayasar@outlook.com

Discord: _yty_

Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

The soft hum of conversation and the faint clink of coffee cups filled the air as the group of three entered the café. The atmosphere was warm, sunlight streaming through large glass windows and casting a golden glow over the wooden tables and polished floors. It was a perfect blend of calm and bustling energy, a stark contrast to the simmering tension that had surrounded their earlier discussion.

Sylvie, Jasmine, and Layla exchanged brief glances before scanning the room. It didn't take long to spot him.

Astron sat at a corner table, his posture relaxed but upright. A worn book rested in his hands, its pages turned with deliberate care. His sharp purple eyes moved steadily across the text, completely unfazed by the chatter around him. On the table before him was a single untouched cup of coffee, steam curling softly from its surface.

Chapter 188.1 - Formation Training