Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 1080

Chapter 1080: Chapter 257.1 - Deployed

The door to Reina’s office hissed shut behind him with a final, reinforced click.

Astron didn’t glance back.

He adjusted his coat collar once as the corridor lights responded to his presence—soft pulses of white following him down the hall. The Organization’s underground base wasn’t crowded. It never was. But tonight, it felt particularly still. As if the facility itself was holding its breath.

He walked in silence.

Measured, even steps.

Not rushed. Not slow.

But with each pace, his thoughts moved faster.

The moment she’d approved his solo deployment, the threads in his mind began weaving into place.

He’d be alone.

No eyes. No observers. No teammates.

No false pretense.

That mattered.

Not just for efficiency.

But for secrecy.

Because Reina was sharp—but even she couldn’t account for what he carried inside. Not fully. Not yet. And that was exactly the way he needed it to stay.

Astron turned a corner and passed through another layer of access clearance. The field shimmered faintly as it acknowledged his presence.

Then he descended the last set of stairs into the private Adept quarters.

His room was as he left it—clean, minimal, sealed. A cold-blue interface lit as he approached, bringing up his deployment schedule, travel protocol, and requisition menu.

Astron ignored it for now.

He stepped inside, set his satchel down, and leaned briefly against the edge of the wall.

Fourteen hours.

He exhaled once, slow.

His eyes flicked to the equipment access node, still glowing faintly in the corner of his interface.

He considered it.

Technically, Reina had unlocked full access.

Which meant he could outfit himself with specialized daggers. Collapsible long-range support units. Barrier-grade plates. Arc-blades. Filtered reality lenses. The works.

But...

He turned away.

None of it mattered.

Not for this run.

Not for what he planned to test.

Because the truth was—he already had everything he needed.

His weapons were secured in his spatial storage—balanced, reinforced, personally calibrated.

After all, his Celestalith is bound to him to the end.

His body was ready. His mana stable.

He didn’t need gadgets.

He needed space.

Room to move.

Room to act.

Room to unleash what he really wanted to refine.

His hand brushed lightly across his coat’s inner lining—where the last of the [Shadowborne] seals were woven, discrete and unreadable.

The Organization didn’t know about them.

And they wouldn’t. Not unless he allowed it.

Which meant—

This solo mission?

It was more than deployment.

It was freedom.

Astron moved toward the center of the room, his thoughts aligning into clean stacks.

He’d been refining [Voidborne] in simulated spars. Contained fields. Practice drills. But it wasn’t enough. The resonance wasn’t clean. The trigger conditions weren’t complete. It needed pressure.

Real combat.

Real variables.

Would be much better.

That was how [Voidborne] would evolve.

The more he honed it—the [Voidborne] trait—the more control he’d gain.

Not just over its usage.

Over its resonance. Over its entropy. Over the strange anomalies that pulsed along its edge like fractures in a pane of glass no one else could see.

And with every step forward... he could feel the path forming more clearly.

There was no doubt in his mind anymore.

These gates weren’t natural.

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