Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

The moment I woke up, I found myself in a realm bathed in an ethereal moonlight glow, but small shadows were also covering the environment.

Before me stood a figure, unlike anything I had ever seen, clad in otherworldly attire that seemed to shimmer with celestial energy, it looked like myself, but at the same time, it was not.

A weird feeling of connection enveloped me the moment my gaze was focused on the enigmatic figure.

My thoughts were solely focused on the figure, as it excluded a precise and swift killing intent that I had never been subjected to before, but after a second later, the killing intent left the place, making me feel relaxed.

His face was covered with shadows, his only silhouette could be seen even under the light of the moon. It looked enigmatic and indecipherable. The enigmatic presence radiated an aura of power and mastery over death.

In his hands stood a dim moonlight energy, moving endlessly, but it contained no form. Then the figure started moving with fluid, grace, and precision.

First, the figure produced a pair of gleaming daggers, the blades so sharp they seemed to cut through the very fabric of reality. With unparalleled agility, they launched a flurry of silent, deadly strikes, each one finding its mark with deadly accuracy.

In the next part, the enigmatic figure's hands blurred with motion as they produced a set of gleaming chakrams. These circular blades seemed to hum with mysterious energy, and the figure twirled them with mesmerizing skill. With each movement, the chakrams left trails of moonlight, creating an almost hypnotic dance.

With a burst of energy, the figure imbued the chakrams with celestial power. They glowed with radiant light as they were launched with deadly accuracy.

The spinning blades sliced through the air, homing in on their targets like guided missiles. No enemy could evade their trajectory, and each strike found its mark with lethal precision.

As the dream unfolded, the figure's form shifted once again, and they now held a sleek and elegant bow in their hands. Drawing the string back, they seemed to merge with the very essence of the moonlight. The arrows they released were no ordinary projectiles; they carried a celestial force that propelled them with incredible speed and accuracy.

Each arrow found its target with uncanny precision, striking vital points and disabling foes without fail. The figure moved with a calm and focused demeanor, and each shot was delivered with unwavering accuracy. It was as if they could see into the future, predicting the movements of their adversaries before they even made them.

Next, the enigmatic presence transformed yet again, this time holding weird-looking weapons, one short and one long. I understood that they were guns; even if their design looked surreal, I somehow knew.

With swift and fluid movements, they demonstrated unparalleled proficiency in firearms. The bullets fired from the gun were not metallic but created solely from the mana itself, creating a dazzling display of ethereal projectiles that found their way unerringly to their intended targets.

The rifle shots were equally impressive, the figure hitting distant marks with pinpoint accuracy. Each shot seemed to carry the weight of the moon itself, delivering devastating force upon impact. The figure moved like a shadow, blending seamlessly with the darkness, making it impossible for any adversary to track their movements.

Entering the shadows and exiting, producing clones, manipulating the shadows to distract and bind the enemies….

And at the end, the figure became one with the shadows in his hands, weapons of destruction….

As I watched the figure perform with these deadly weapons, each transition between them was seamless, like a symphony of destruction conducted with perfect precision. The dream granted me a glimpse into the pinnacle of weapon mastery, a realm of skill and power that I could only aspire to achieve.

Then a name sounded inside my head.

'Lethal Arsenal Ascendancy.'

And following that, I lost consciousness once again, but I knew this time it was for me to wake up in the real world.

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"Urghk-"

I woke up with a heavy stinging pain in my head as I looked over my room.

"The process is finally finished, huh?" Mumbling like that, I stood up. I was unconscious for almost two hours, and the evening was approaching; the sun was about the set.

'I missed the lecture.'

And I had missed the afternoon lecture about the dungeons and monsters, but it was fine for now since the instructor didn't take any attendance normally.

Walking to the bathroom, I threw myself into the shower to get rid of the stiffness of my body while taking a cold shower to cool my head off.

The moment the cold droplets of water hit my body, I shivered, but my brain also started working at its normal speed.

'Let me take a look at my status.'

The moment I thought that, a panel appeared before me.

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▶Name: Astron Natusalune

▶Occupation: Weapon Master (level 1)

▶Talent Limit: 6

▶Passives:

- Vengeful Bane

▶Attributes:

Variable Attributes:

- Strength: 1.5

- Dexterity: 2.1

- Agility: 2.0

- Constitution: 1.4

- Intuition: 2.2

- Magical Power: 2.6

- Mana Capacity: 1.8

▶Traits:

- Perceptive Insight (Unique)(Unchanging)

- Lunar Enigma (????) (Growth Type) (Stage 0)

- Shadowborne (Legendary) (Growth Type)(Stage 1)

▶Arts:

- Lethal Arsenal Ascendancy (????)(%8)

▶Skills:

- Dash

- Keen Eye

▶Body Imprints:

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Looking at the panel, I could see the art section was changed. The dagger mastery and the non-armed combat mastery had disappeared, and in its place, only one art remained.

'Lethal Arsenal Ascendancy'

It was the same name that I felt in the dream.

The reason why I wanted to obtain that easter egg was for a reason simple and basic.

Because that book was actually a grimoire.

A special book descended from the heavens.

And it had one simple functionality.

Giving the user a type of combat art that was designed for them.

Based on the user's goal, their identity, their powers, bodies, strengths, their intellect, their personalities….The book would consider everything and, in the end, would give the user the combat art that was specialized for them.

To be honest, at first, between all those things that were happening suddenly, I forgot about this easter egg. And later on, when I remember it was at the class where Eleanor White was talking about weapons, so I had no way of grabbing this.

But, the moment I got the free time, I immediately grabbed the book.

In any case, that was the reason why I wanted this book that hard.

And the dream I had and that enigmatic figure that showed me those combat styles were actually the product of this grimoire.

However, I don't know why my other art disappeared from their places. In the game, no such thing happened as the other arts would also remain under the tab.

'Lethal Arsenal Ascendancy….Let me take a look.'

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Art: Lethal Arsenal Ascendancy

Description: The art that was bestowed by the grimoire and specialized for the user Astron Natusalune. Lethal Arsenal Ascendancy is a rare and powerful trait attained through a celestial encounter, bestowing the user with unparalleled mastery over the types of weapons specialized in killing.

By mastering Lethal Arsenal Ascendancy, the user gains the ability to seamlessly switch between different weapons and unleash deadly techniques unique to each weapon type. Their movements become fluid and graceful, embodying the essence of a true weapon master, whether it's a bow for precise ranged attacks or twin blades for swift and agile assaults.

The celestial gift of Lethal Arsenal Ascendancy grants the user an innate understanding of each weapon's intricacies, allowing them to adapt their combat style to any situation. As they tap into the moon's power, the weapons become imbued with lunar energy, enhancing their damage and effectiveness.

However, to increase the mastery of the art, the user must master all types of different weapons suited for the techniques of the Lethal Arsenal Ascendancy.

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The moment I read the context shown to me on the panel, I knew why my other arts and masteries disappeared.

'Because this art contains the dagger mastery and any other type of weapons.'

There I realized the last phrase of the description.

"To increase the mastery of the art, the user must master all types of different weapons suited for the techniques of the Lethal Arsenal Ascendancy," I mumbled. "That must mean the weapons the figure in the dream had shown to me."

Realizing that there was only one thing I needed to do.

'If utilizing this art means I need to train with different weapons, then so be it. I am not backing down.'

Just like that, I got out of the shower and looked at the clock.

'It is 6 PM, huh? Pretty late.'

Walking into my room, I looked at the box. It was a suitcase with a black color. From the box alone, you could see the quality of the material itself. After all, it was something that was used by the student of one of the best Hunter Academies in the world.

That must be the Bow that the academy provided to me. Immediately grabbing the box, I opened it up. There, a bow revealed itself.

The bow had a sleek and elegant design, crafted with precision and attention to detail. Its black color shimmered under the room's light, giving it the atmosphere of a deadly weapon. The limbs of the bow were made from a durable and flexible material, indicating that it was a compound bow capable of impressive power and accuracy.

The grip of the bow was wrapped in a comfortable, leather-like material, providing a firm and secure hold. It felt like a natural extension of my hand, and I could tell that it was designed for ease of use and maximum control. The sight on the bow was adjustable, allowing me to fine-tune my aim to perfection.

'As expected, entering the academy was the right choice.' I thought.

Running my fingers along the bowstring, I could feel its tautness, hinting at the strength and force it could unleash. The string itself appeared to be of high-quality material, designed to withstand the stresses of continuous use without fraying or losing its tension.

Examining the riser, I noticed it was made from a lightweight yet sturdy material, ensuring that the bow would be easy to carry and maneuver. It also had various attachment points for accessories like stabilizers and quivers, giving me the option to customize and optimize my archery. After all, the main point of Compound Bow was its modernity.

And being able to add some custom arrangements was what made it more complex.

But, while I was examining the bow, suddenly, I felt a weird feeling in my stomach.

GROWL

And as the sound of growling came from my stomach, I knew it was time to leave the room. After all, with a new weapon and a new art, the only thing I could do was to improve myself…

Just like that, I made my way toward the cafeteria, after grabbing my bow and daggers, making myself ready…..

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