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

"This was not the performance I expected."

The faint echo of her words hung in the silent chamber, drawing glances from the rest of the team. Jasmine frowned slightly, but she didn't say anything, her exhaustion outweighing her curiosity. Sylvie looked up, her green eyes flickering with a mix of concern and weariness. Layla was too drained to respond, still catching her breath where she had collapsed.

Astron remained silent, his sharp purple eyes observing Irina without a hint of judgment. His calm, composed demeanor contrasted with the tension still radiating from her.

Before anyone could say more, the mechanical hum of the dungeon's mana system faded entirely, and the chamber doors creaked open with a low rumble. A group of instructors, clad in dark uniforms bearing the academy's emblem, entered the room with measured steps. At their head was Professor Darius Kain, his tall frame and sharp gray eyes commanding immediate attention.

Chapter 188.6 - Formation Training