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Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 890

Irina smirked on the outside, but deep inside, she was already hating this.

Why?

Because this game—this cursed, rage-inducing game—had been a stain on her pride ever since she had touched it.

She hadn’t even wanted to start playing at first. But then, Julia—that smug, taunting menace—had introduced her to it.

"It’s fun, Irina! It’s all about strategy and mechanics! You’d like it!"

That was how it had begun.

And she had fallen.

Hard.

Not because she actually enjoyed it—no, no, no—it was because, at some point, she realized something horrifying:

She was stuck in silver.

Meanwhile, Julia? That traitor was sitting comfortably in platinum, looking down on her like some high-ranking noble watching a peasant struggle in the dirt.

"Oh? You’re still silver, Irina? That’s kind of embarrassing, don’t you think?"

Every. Single. Time.

No matter how hard she tried, no matter how many sleepless nights she spent queuing up, something always went wrong.

Some griefer would run it down mid.

Some idiot would lock in her role and int her lane.

Some useless carry would get fed, only to do nothing when it actually mattered.

And support? What support? She might as well be playing alone!

And every single match, her rank remained the same.

Silver.

Freaking. Silver.

Meanwhile, Julia just floated through her games like some divine being untouched by mortal struggles, laughing at her pain, reminding her over and over again how she had already climbed past this "low rank."

And Irina? She was suffering.

She knew she should have quit long ago, but no. Every time Julia teased her, she felt that rage, that need to prove herself, and the cycle repeated.

Queue up. Get griefed. Get mad. Queue again. Get griefed harder. Lose more rank. Rage quit. Repeat.

And now, here she was. Sitting next to Astron, holding a controller, staring at this screen.

’Why did I think this was a good idea?’

She could already feel it coming.

The tilt. The frustration. The rage.

And worst of all?

Astron was about to witness her suffering firsthand.

Irina exhaled sharply, gripping the controller a little tighter.

Yeah. This was one of the reasons she had dragged Astron here.

Because if things stayed like this—if she kept getting stuck in this silver hell, if Julia kept laughing at her misery, if her rank refused to move one damn inch—she was going to die from frustration.

And after today? Losing to Lucas like that? She needed something to feel better about.

She hated losing. She hated it more than anything. And yet, she had lost today. Badly.

That wasn’t something she could just shake off.

But more than that…

She stole a glance at Astron from the corner of her eye.

The main reason she had brought him here wasn’t just about the game.

It was because she wanted to spend time with him.

It was becoming harder and harder to do that.

Astron was always busy—training, scouting, analyzing everything like a machine. And she wasn’t much better, always caught up in her own relentless cycle of missions, responsibilities, and ambition.

Days, even weeks, passed where they barely had a moment to themselves.

And that?

That wasn’t good.

She didn’t like it.

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