Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 754

"And yet… he only sees you. Never me."

The weight of her words hit Maya like a blow to the chest. She stumbled backward, her hands clutching at the ground as the crimson aura intensified around her. It wasn’t just anger radiating from her other self—it was pain, deep and unrelenting, the kind of ache that Maya herself had tried to bury for so long.

"Do you know how angering it is?!" the other Maya shouted, her voice echoing like a thunderclap in the void. The crimson veins beneath them flared, the air crackling with energy. "To exist in the shadows, to be ignored, forgotten, while you bask in his attention, his trust? You get to be seen, and heard, while I’m left to rot in the dark!"

Maya’s chest tightened as she struggled to breathe against the overwhelming tide of emotion crashing over her. The other’s words struck at a vulnerability she hadn’t fully acknowledged, a truth she had been too afraid to face. She had always felt a pull toward Astron, a connection she couldn’t explain, but she had never thought about what it meant for this part of her—this darker, more instinctual side that craved recognition, even from him. ƒree𝑤ebnσvel.com

"You don’t understand," Maya said, her voice trembling as she forced herself to speak. "This isn’t about him. This is about us. If we—"

"Liar!" the other interrupted, her voice a venomous snarl. She lunged forward, grabbing Maya by the collar and lifting her effortlessly off the ground. Her grip was ice-cold, unrelenting, and her crimson eyes bore into Maya’s with unbridled fury. "You think you can pretend he doesn’t matter? You think you can hide behind your lies of strength and self-reliance, but I know the truth. You need him."

Maya gasped, her hands clawing at the other’s grip, but there was no escape. The raw emotion pouring from her other self was like a tidal wave, drowning her in feelings she had tried so hard to suppress. Anger, envy, longing—they all mixed into a toxic storm that threatened to consume her.

The other’s voice dropped to a cold, quiet growl. "You don’t deserve someone like him. Not with the way you rely on him for everything. You only stand because of his strength, his patience, and his belief in you. And the worst part? You let it happen."

"I don’t—" Maya tried to speak, but the words caught in her throat. A part of her wanted to deny it, to fight back, but another part—a darker, quieter part—knew there was truth in those words. She had relied on Astron, and leaned on his strength when she couldn’t find her own. She had let herself become dependent, even when she promised herself she wouldn’t.

The other Maya’s grip tightened, pulling her closer until their faces were mere inches apart. "I am the part of you that refuses to be weak," she hissed. "I am the part that hungers for recognition, for power. And yet, every time I try to rise, you push me back down. You bury me, deny me, ignore me. But not anymore."

The crimson aura around them flared brighter, the entire plane trembling as if it would collapse under the weight of her fury. Maya felt the edges of her vision blur, her mind teetering on the brink of losing control.

Maya’s body trembled as the suffocating weight of her other self’s fury pressed down on her, unrelenting. She clawed at the invisible force crushing her chest, gasping for air, but the crimson void tightened its grip. The jagged ground beneath her feet began to crumble, pulling her downward into a swirling abyss of crimson light and shadow.

"You can’t even stand," the other Maya sneered, her voice dripping with venom. "You’re weak, and now you’ll stay buried where you belong."

The jagged tendrils of crimson light coiled around Maya’s legs, dragging her further into the abyss. Her arms flailed, her breaths shallow and frantic, but the more she struggled, the deeper she sank. The oppressive aura grew heavier, darker, consuming her.

"I’m not… weak…" Maya gasped, her voice barely audible, tears welling in her eyes. But her strength was fading, her will slipping. The flicker of resolve she’d held onto was smothered under the weight of despair.

As the void swallowed her whole, her other self’s laughter echoed around her, sharp and maddening. The last thing Maya saw was the glint of those piercing crimson eyes, burning into her soul, before everything went black.

Maya’s eyes snapped open, her body jerking violently as she sucked in a desperate breath.

"Haaaaah… Haaaah… Haaaah…"

Her lungs burned, her chest heaving as she gulped in air, the suffocating sensation lingering like phantom hands around her throat. The crimson void was gone, replaced by the dim light of her room. She blinked rapidly, her vision blurry as the line between illusion and reality slowly unraveled.

Her trembling hands reached out, grasping at the wooden floor beneath her. It was solid, real, grounding her as she tried to steady her frantic breathing. The faint hum of mana wards still glowed faintly on the floor, a reassuring reminder of the precautions she had set in place.

She pressed her back against the wall, her head tilting upward as sweat dripped down her face and neck. Her clothes clung to her skin, soaked through as if she had just emerged from a storm. Her body felt heavy, her muscles aching, and every inch of her was drenched in sweat.

Her gaze fell to her palms, and a sharp jolt of pain shot through her. Her nails had pierced the flesh, crescent-shaped marks blooming red as small beads of blood trickled down her hands. She stared at them for a moment, detached, before the realization hit her.

She was safe. She was back.

Her breaths slowed, though they still came in ragged bursts. The suffocating pressure of the crimson void was gone, but the weight of the encounter lingered in her chest. She closed her eyes for a moment, the laughter of her other self still echoing faintly in the back of her mind.

She clenched her fists, ignoring the sting of her injured palms. "I lost…" she murmured, her voice barely above a whisper. The admission tasted bitter, but it was undeniable. She had been overpowered, consumed by the raw force of her other self’s rage and pain. She had underestimated just how deep the divide within her truly ran.

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