Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 759

The following morning, the students of HA25 sat quietly in their classroom, the usual hum of pre-class chatter subdued by an air of anticipation. The faint click of fingers on academy tablets and the occasional murmur of speculation filled the room. Everyone knew why they were tense—today, the official rankings would finally be announced.

The sound of sharp, deliberate footsteps echoed down the hall. As the door swung open, Professor Eleanor entered, her presence immediately silencing the room. Her sharp eyes swept across the class, taking in their expectant faces.

"Good morning," Eleanor began, her voice crisp and unwavering as she placed her papers on the podium. She paused briefly, her gaze lingering on a few students before she continued. "I know you’ve all been waiting for the official rankings to be updated."

She straightened, clasping her hands behind her back as she addressed the class. "The rankings were supposed to be finalized before the semester started. However, due to a number of objections and complaints—some of them from overzealous parents—the process was delayed."

A few students exchanged glances, whispering under their breath. Eleanor’s sharp gaze cut through the chatter, and silence quickly returned.

"The academy was forced to review every case thoroughly," Eleanor explained, her tone betraying a hint of irritation at the unnecessary complications. "This took longer than expected, but we are now ready to announce the official rankings."

She picked up a small tablet from her podium and glanced at it briefly before addressing the class again. "Let me clarify something before we proceed. The rankings you’ve seen on your smartwatches were provisional—temporary placeholders based on initial evaluations. Today, those rankings will be finalized."

A ripple of murmurs spread through the classroom, a mix of relief and unease.

Eleanor raised a hand, cutting through the noise. "I understand some of you are concerned about the implications of these rankings, particularly regarding your dorm assignments. Let me assure you, the academy will handle the necessary arrangements."

Her sharp gaze swept over the room, ensuring she had everyone’s attention. "For those of you whose rankings have improved significantly, you may be required to move to higher-ranking dormitories. Conversely, those whose rankings have dropped may need to relocate to smaller quarters."

A hand shot up from the middle row. "Professor, what if our belongings don’t fit into the smaller dorms?" the student asked hesitantly.

Eleanor’s expression didn’t soften as she replied. "Then it is your responsibility to discard the things that cannot fit into your assigned dorm room. The academy will not accommodate excess belongings. We provide sufficient space for each rank, but nothing more."

The student blinked, their mouth opening as if to respond, but no words came out. Eleanor continued without pause.

"The academy’s personnel will handle the transportation of your belongings while you are in class," she added. "You will find your new dorms ready by the time your lessons are complete."

As Eleanor finished explaining the dorm reassignment process, another hand shot up from the back row. The student’s voice carried a tone of unease, their words spilling out in a rush.

"Professor, isn’t this an invasion of privacy? We weren’t informed about any of this beforehand. There are things in our rooms—private things—that we don’t want anyone to see."

A murmur of agreement rippled through the room, with several students nodding in solidarity. The tension was palpable, the students clearly uncomfortable with the idea of academy personnel handling their belongings unsupervised.

Eleanor’s sharp gaze swept over the class, silencing the murmurs before they could escalate. She regarded the student who had spoken with a measured expression, her tone calm but firm as she replied.

"That is a fair concern," Eleanor acknowledged. "Privacy is important, and I understand your apprehension. Therefore, after this lesson ends, you will be given time to return to your dorms and pack up any personal or private items before the academy personnel begin the relocation process."

The room seemed to exhale collectively, the students visibly relaxing at her words. However, Eleanor’s expression turned slightly pointed as she added, "That said, let me remind you that choosing to pack away specific items may invite suspicion. It is not my place to question what you consider private, but you must be prepared for the impression your actions may create."

The subtle warning hung in the air, a reminder that transparency—or the lack thereof—could carry consequences.

It was evident that the academy was using this as an excuse to conduct a search, albeit most of the students knew that it was just a superficial warning.

At the end of the day, those who wanted to hide would hide.

Satisfied that the matter was addressed, Eleanor straightened and returned her attention to her tablet. "Now, with that clarified, let’s move on to the official rankings."

The tension in the room shifted again, this time tinged with anticipation and nerves. Eleanor tapped her tablet, and the classroom screen at the front lit up, displaying a large, scrolling list of names. The ranking numbers glowed beside each name, sharp and definitive.

"The finalized rankings," Eleanor announced, "have been determined based on your performance last semester, both in academics and practical evaluations. This list is final and reflects your standing as of now."

She began reading the names aloud, starting from the lower ranks and working her way up. The room was filled with a mix of reactions as the rankings were revealed—relief, disappointment, and a few muted cheers.

"Rank 2121, Oliver Park."

Eleanor’s voice rang clearly as she continued reading the rankings.

"Rank 1555, Liam Wayne."

At the sound of his name, the room immediately stirred. All eyes turned toward a young man sitting stiffly in the back row. Liam Wayne, a student whose pride had recently been tarnished, felt the weight of their stares. He gritted his teeth, his face reddening as whispers began to ripple through the classroom.

"That’s the guy who lost to Astron, isn’t it?" one student murmured.

"Yeah, he challenged someone ranked last—and still lost," another whispered, barely hiding their amusement.

Liam clenched his fists on his desk, his knuckles turning white. He could feel the disdain in their gazes, the unspoken judgment. His loss to Astron had already been the talk of their class, but now, seeing his rank so publicly announced, the humiliation resurfaced in full force.

Eleanor continued, unfazed by the murmurs.

"Rank 1234, Timothy Grey."

"Rank 1052, Astron Natusalune."

The room collectively gasped. Heads whipped around to Astron, who sat quietly in his usual corner seat. The last-ranked student at the start of the academy—ranked 2450 out of 2450—had now surged forward by nearly 1,400 ranks.

"That’s insane," someone whispered, their tone equal parts awe and disbelief.

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