Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 1079

Chapter 1079: Chapter 256.3 - Supervisor

"Initial deployment will be team-based. You’ll be entering with some other Adepts and Trainees pulled from compatible profiles. Low interference, balanced combat tempo. Field synergy was calculated through combat imprint records and complementary trait distribution."

She turned back to him, expression flat but firm.

"They’ll meet you at the staging point tomorrow morning. Your mission is to clear and stabilize the sector."

Astron’s gaze didn’t shift. But there was a pause.

Then, quietly, without inflection:

"No."

Reina’s head tilted.

Her eyes narrowed—not in irritation, but in curiosity, like someone analyzing an unexpected fault line across a clean blueprint.

"No?" she echoed.

Astron met her gaze. "I’ll go in alone."

Silence blanketed the room for a beat, thick and exact.

Reina studied him, her fingers halting mid-gesture on the control panel.

"I assume you have a reason," she said coolly, though her voice held an edge of warning.

Astron nodded. "Two."

He stepped forward slightly, voice low but resolute.

"First—resonance flux behavior is inconsistent. Group dynamics increase ambient noise. I want to observe the dungeon’s selective process without external variance."

"And second?"

"If something goes wrong," Astron said, "it’s easier if I’m the only variable that breaks."

Reina said nothing.

But her silence wasn’t disapproval. It was weighing. Measuring.

She stepped toward him again, folding her arms beneath the crisp lines of her coat. Her eyes—always sharp, always too perceptive—searched his, not for bluster, but for fault.

Reina’s eyes remained on his, unblinking. A long moment passed before she finally exhaled, a low breath through her nose—measured, not resigned.

"I don’t want you going in alone," she said, voice low and deliberate. "You’ll be leading a team. That’s not optional."

Astron didn’t respond at first. Not because he was surprised, but because he was already choosing how best to dismantle the premise.

"You know why," Reina continued. "We don’t have enough Adepts. Not young ones. Most of the cadet pool is barely cleared for sustained exposure. That’s why we’ve paired Adepts with Trainees—controlled formation units, minimal interference, staggered roles. We need field leadership. You."

Astron’s expression didn’t shift.

"I understand," he said evenly. "But I’ll deal with the dungeon faster if I go alone."

She raised an eyebrow.

"That’s not the point—"

"I know it’s not," Astron interrupted, just enough to stall her. "But if the objective is dungeon clearance, then my method is more efficient. I won’t be slowed by calibration lag, misaligned tempos, or false triggers from less disciplined fighters."

Reina’s jaw tightened slightly.

"And what happens if a dungeon shifts in composition mid-clearing? What if it reclassifies without warning and locks its gate behind you?"

Astron didn’t blink. "Then I adapt."

A pause.

He tilted his head, just slightly.

"You already know this."

Reina’s eyes narrowed further, but he pressed on before she could cut him off.

"You’ve seen the data. You’ve seen how I perform under stress. You’ve seen how I sync with my own flow when I’m unbound. You know it. You know the curve."

There was no arrogance in his tone. No defiance. Just truth, stated plainly.

Reina said nothing for a long second.

Then—her voice low, flat:

"No."

Astron met her gaze. "If I don’t meet the quota you assign me in the first days," he said, "I’ll defer. I won’t refuse team deployment after that. You’ll have my compliance. Unquestioned."

Reina’s lips pressed into a firm line.

The logic was cold. But it was clean.

And it was his way of compromising.

"...You get two days," she said. "Not three."

Reina exhaled sharply, the edge of a scowl curling her mouth—not because he’d won, but because he knew she would let him.

And yet, for all his eccentricities, he delivered.

"Decent," she repeated, voice flat. "That’s worse than satisfactory."

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