Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 1078

Chapter 1078: Chapter 256.2 - Supervisor

Astron gave a single, curt nod to Dakota, his gaze flicking from the glowing runes on his wrist to the exit behind her.

No parting words were exchanged. None were needed.

She understood.

With a quiet breath, he turned and left the training chamber, his boots tapping across the cold floor in steady, purposeful strides. The weight of her strike still lingered faintly on his ribs—not as pain, but as a reminder. Something to refine. Something to answer.

The corridor outside was dim and utilitarian, lined with narrow reinforcement columns and minimal lighting strips embedded into the ceiling. Astron’s eyes remained fixed on his wrist-display as the encoded signal began unfolding—decrypting glyph by glyph into coordinates and clearance access.

Sector D3. Sublevel Five.

He’d never been summoned there before.

The elevators on the far side of the floor buzzed open without command, recognizing the signature embedded in Reina’s seal. As Astron stepped inside, the doors slid shut with a hiss, and the descent began—smooth and silent, the kind that always felt like it was going deeper than it should.

By the time the doors opened again, the temperature had dropped.

The base’s mechanical hum was replaced by stillness, punctuated only by the low thrum of mana-infused circuits pulsing through the walls. The hallway was narrow, metallic, sterile. Every surface seemed polished, untouched—like this area of the base had been built for a purpose no one was ever meant to question.

He followed the directions. No detours. No guards.

At the end of the corridor, a single reinforced door slid open with a faint click as he approached.

Inside—she stood.

Reina.

Framed by an ambient glow from the glyph-lined panels behind her, she looked exactly as she always did—composed, calm, and unreadable. That familiar tailored coat wrapped tightly at the waist, her silver hair falling in stillness around her face.

But even before she spoke, Astron felt it.

The pressure.

Not mana. Not presence.

Just... gravity—of a different kind.

The kind that came from someone who knew more than she should. Who saw further than anyone else in the room. The kind that made you question whether she was already predicting your next thought.

"Astron," Reina greeted, her tone neither warm nor cold. "You came quickly."

He stepped into the room, gaze steady. "Your message had priority clearance."

"And you knew what that meant," she said, more as confirmation than praise.

Their eyes met.

And in that moment—

—WHUM—

His mind screamed.

It happened in an instant. Reina’s eyes flared—faintly, silently. But what erupted from them wasn’t just mana.

It was raw information.

Unfiltered. Endless. Psion-encoded data flooding toward him like a collapsing storm.

Astron’s instincts kicked in immediately.

Filter.

The flood surged through his consciousness—maps, patterns, fragmented images, unfamiliar sequences, tonal signatures, internal schematics—all crammed into a single burst. He clenched his jaw as the pressure ballooned in his temples.

Filter. Now.

He activated his [Perceptive Insight], compressing the outer threads of the incoming signal, locking down the unimportant traces, isolating patterns. The chaos narrowed. Clarity flickered.

His breath slowed.

The pain dulled into a manageable ache.

And suddenly—it wasn’t overwhelming anymore.

He saw her again, across the room. Still watching. Still silent. The echo of her [Eye] still pulsing faintly in the atmosphere.

Not just in ability. But in adaptation.

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