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

Trevor sat with a calculated ease, his fingers tracing slow, deliberate circles on the surface of the table. The low ambient hum of the restaurant barely registered in his mind—his focus was entirely on her.

She sat across from him, her posture poised yet guarded, her amber eyes sharp beneath that composed exterior. She had always been careful, always unreadable, but that was fine.

'She doesn't need to trust me. Not yet. This is about planting the seed.'

His smirk remained subdued, carefully measured. He wasn't here to overwhelm her—he was here to build something.

Or at least, something that she would come to see as real.

'She's never been the type to act on impulse. Everything with her is methodical, restrained. She calculates before she moves.'

Trevor leaned back slightly, fingers still absently running along the table. 'But everyone—everyone—has a moment of weakness. Even her.'

Chapter 198.4 - Desire