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

Irina's gaze lingered on him, the faint glow of the mana gate casting a pale rimlight along the edge of Astron's profile. Always still, always composed, always just slightly unreadable—even now, after everything.

She let out a quiet breath, somewhere between a laugh and an exhale.

"It's strange," she said, her voice low, almost amused. "Watching you do all these thoughtful things with that weird, impassive face of yours."

Didn't glance her way. Didn't give a shrug or a smirk or even a blink longer than necessary. Just stood there, his hand still gloved, his presence quiet.

And maybe because of that, Irina's smile only widened.

She stepped closer—not dramatically, just enough to close the air between them—and without asking, without warning, she reached down and took his hand.

Chapter 242.3 - Second