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 clang of metal against bone echoed through the narrow corridor as Layla drove her shield into the maw of a burrowing beast that had erupted from the wall beside her. Its jagged, chitin-covered limbs scraped furiously against her armguard, trying to force its way around her block—but she held firm, teeth clenched, knees locked.

A burst of light surged from behind.

Sylvie's glyph pulsed outward, reinforcing Layla's leg strength just in time to prevent a full collapse.

"Still holding," Layla grunted, though her breath hitched with strain.

Jasmine, just to her right, spun in a tight arc, her blade dragging sparks across the ground before she severed a second crawler lunging from the ceiling. She panted hard, sweat streaking down her jawline. "Too many angles—walls, floor, ceiling. They're everywhere."

Chpater 242.2 - Second