Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest

Chapter 794  Chapter 183.4 - Outer Currents

The opulent room was dimly lit, the soft glow of a bedside lamp casting a warm amber hue over the lavish furnishings. Ornate carvings adorned the dark wood furniture, and luxurious velvet curtains framed the tall windows. The air was scented with a faint trace of expensive cologne, mingled with the lingering scent of intimacy. In the center of the room, a massive bed with silk sheets lay in disarray. Zafira reclined against the pillows, her raven-black hair spilling over her bare shoulders like a dark cascade. Beside her, a young man slept soundly, his face serene but his body showing signs of exhaustion. His chest rose and fell steadily, the sheets barely covering his well-defined physique. Zafira's lips curved into a satisfied smile as she glanced at him. Her fingers absentmindedly traced the intricate patterns on the silk sheets. The room's opulence, the man's identity, none of it truly mattered to her. What mattered was what she had achieved. Her crimson eyes gleamed with triumph as she reflected on the events that led her here. She had infiltrated the academy during the final exams, sensing the faint yet unmistakable energy of Belthazor. But despite her efforts, she hadn't been able to confirm the true owner of that power. It was fleeting, elusive, slipping through her grasp like smoke. 'A one-time opportunity wasted,' she thought, her smile fading for a brief moment. 'That's why I needed a more secure foothold. Something more... permanent.' She turned her gaze to the young man sleeping beside her. His identity wasn't important, just as his actions during their encounter weren't. What mattered was his position—a hunter with credentials, and more importantly, someone with an inroad to the academy. Her smile returned, this time laced with wicked satisfaction. 'Taking the body of another hunter… it's al