"Hehehe... YOUR GIRL IS MINE! WHAT ARE YOU GONNA DO ABOUT IT, HUUUUUUUUU—?!"
The buff student shoved Haruno, knocking him flat on his face—again.
"We're dating, you know."
Haruno's breath caught. His eyes widened.
'Misaki...?! What...? Why...? Why would you date him?! Can't you see what a scumbag he is?!'
His fingers dug into the cold floor. He kept his head down, shame washing over him.
Hojin crouched beside him, voice dripping with mockery. "She's got a fine ass, let me tell ya'. I buy her cheap flowers, and she blushes like crazy. She's so easy. How come you never hit it, huh? You limp? Too bad... We already kissed."
Haruno's fists clenched. His nails bit into his palms.
"Don't... get mad..." he told himself. 'Stay calm..!' He knew. He knew he could cave Hojin's face in with one hit.
"Yes...!!"
Someone whispered, grinning as they read the scene, watching Haruno's anger build.
"What a loser. Leaving a girl hanging like that."
"Maybe it's for the best. Weaklings like him can't protect her anyway... And Hojin is a B-Ranker, even if he's not evaluated yet."
Hojin's friend snickered. Haruno had gotten used to the bullying. He could take the punches, the insults.
But now, his childhood friend—Misaki—was involved.
Hojin had crossed the line.
"YESSS...!!"
The reader's smirk grew as they scrolled. The next panel showed Haruno's eyes turning blank white, his face shadowed in black.
Shit was about to go down.
"Damn... Haruno's been getting beat down by Hojin all this time."
"Hojin gets all the girls, everyone listens to him, and he still won't leave Haruno alone—just because Haruno tried to protect Misaki when they were kids. But... isn't this too much?"
A girl sighed, crossing her arms. "Haruno's just weak. Can't he stand up for himself at least once?" She turned away, unimpressed.
What they didn't know—what no one knew—was that Haruno wasn't some helpless loser.
He was a player. A secret hunter. A certified S-Ranker.
Dungeons, monsters, world-class battles—he aced them all under a fake identity. If he wanted to, he could crush Hojin in an instant.
"YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEES, COME ON!!!!"
The reader slammed his feet against the sofa, his fingers shaking as he scrolled.
"KICK THAT NTR BASTARD AND EVAPORATE HIS BALLSACK!!!"
This was it.
His last straw.
Misaki was the one he loved—the one he never had the guts to confess to. And now, after all these years of torment, hearing Hojin say those words...
All the pain. All the humiliation. 50 chapters of suffering.
This was the breaking point.
"COME ON!!!!!!!!!!"
The reader screamed. His pulse pounded in his ears. His whole body leaned forward, bracing for the moment Haruno finally snapped.
And then—
A memory flashed.
His late uncle's voice.
"Haruno... People act cruel because they're weaker than you. Be better. Don't sink to their level. Revenge never feels good in the end."
The narrative has been illicitly obtained; should you discover it on Amazon, report the violation.
The reader froze.
"No."
His breath hitched. His heart sank.
The hype died in an instant.
"NO, NO, NO!!"
The reader's protests grew louder, his hands gripping the edges of the book like he could shake sense into the pages.
Haruno's fingers loosened in the next panel.
"NOOOOOO!!!!" The reader shouted.
Haruno's shoulders slumped. His breathing steadied.
"You're right, Uncle Wren... I'm... the worst for even thinking about hurting him. No... killing him."
Haruno lifted his gaze to Hojin.
"He just doesn't know better. I'm stronger. Just endure. I've fought monsters stronger than him. He can never actually hurt me. So just... let go."
His head lowered.
His body followed.
Hojin's shoe pressed against his skull, pinning him to the school hallway floor.
A smug grin stretched across Hojin's face.
"DON'T LISTEN TO THAT SENILE FUUUUUUUUUCKKKKKKKK!!!!"
The reader lost it. He dug his fingers into his pillow, ripping the fabric apart.
"HE'S LIKE JAPAN, HE SHOULD'VE BEEN BOMBED TWICE FOR PUTTING THAT RETARDED MINDSET INTO YOUUUU!!!!" His voice cracked from screaming, but he didn't care.
This was bullshit.
Haruno gulped. "I'm... so sorry..."
The reader froze.
His expression twisted into pure disgust.
"FUCK OUTTA HERE!!"
He nearly threw the book across the room—but then, his eyes landed on the next chapter title.
Chapter 151, 152, 153, 154.
The final chapters. With a heavy sigh, Yuuto read through them all, until eventually reaching the final chapter.
His jaw clenched. 'Grrr... I'm already here. I'll finish it. Then I'm burning this shit and giving it away.'
He flipped the page, his last hope hanging by a thread.
'Please. Please, for the love of Christ, author... at least give him revenge.'
5 Years Later...
"What the fuck? A timeskip?"
The reader's eye twitched.
"Woulda preferred if he fucked him up while still in school, but... whatever."
He flipped to the next panel.
A man stood alone, staring at his phone. The screen showed a couple's photo on Instagrabam.
Misaki.
Smiling.
Standing beside Hojin.
"So... you really married him."
Haruno exhaled softly and tossed his phone away, his gaze drifting toward the deep night sky.
"It's been ten years since I started hunting. There are hunters everywhere now..."
"I'm sorry, Uncle Wren."
His grip tightened around the enchanted knife in his palm.
"I can't do this anymore. I can't... live this life anymore. I guess I was never meant to be a hero."
A solemn smile crossed his lips.
"Best if I die here... Goodbye, Misaki."
The blade sliced through his throat.
THE END.
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"...Okay."
He closed the book—gently.
Then, without hesitation, he walked to the kitchen.
He placed a pan on the stove.
He grabbed the sharpest knife in the drawer and sliced the book into 100 pieces.
Piece by piece.
Then, he poured oil into the pan, tossed in the shredded pages, and watched as the story burned into ash.
"Fuck this book."
He snapped a photo of the blackened remains and posted his review on the author's page.
1/5 Stars
"Fuck you and your story. You don't even deserve constructive criticism, hack of an author. Kill yourself like your main character, dirtbag. I hope you stay a virgin forever."
He exhaled through his nose.
"Well... there goes my weekend."
Yuuto slammed his head against the bed, staring at the ceiling.
Then, without another thought—
He passed out.
Then, he heard a phone notification.
'Ahh... alarm. Fuck off... I set it off for today. I already worked out the rest of the week.'
Yuuto groaned as he woke up, his eyes groggy. He turned to the small table beside his bed, instinctively reaching for his phone. It was still dark outside.
He glanced at the screen.
'I got a message, huh? Wonder from who? And... what happened to my phone? Looks different. An update?'
Blurry-eyed, he navigated to the messaging app, still half-asleep as he clicked on the notification. The sender's name was hazy, but the outline looked like a woman.
[Yes... I'm—...]
Yuuto squinted, rubbing the sleep from his eyes.
'...!!!'
[Yes... I'm seeing Hojin. I'm sorry... It's... not your fault, Hakkun. I... just fell for him.] The message showed.
His heart sank.
'Oh no.'
'Oh nonononononononononono.'
He shot upright, eyes darting around the room, searching for a mirror.
'Oh fuck.'
His reflection stared back.
'I'm... in that shitty novel. As the main character.'
The phone slipped from his fingers, landing on the floor with a dull thud.
His breath steadied. His grip tightened.
A grin crept onto his face.
'LET'S...'
'FUCKING...'
'GOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!'
His eyes flashed blue, the prime strength of the hunter's system surging through him.
Somehow, he knew exactly how to activate it.
He flicked open the item shop.
Square glasses.
Equip.
The frames materialized instantly. He slid them on, his smirk widening as he stared into the mirror.
'Game on.'
Then, another notification lit up his phone [https://img.wattpad.com/1a2a8408e93f1c7f8206b34251f6f63cb4260a26/68747470733a2f2f73332e616d617a6f6e6177732e636f6d2f776174747061642d6d656469612d736572766963652f53746f7279496d6167652f53504276644135346833754e6b413d3d2d313532323039323736382e313832386439613462343866303237643337333236323039343437322e706e67?s=fit&w=1280&h=1280]
Then, another notification lit up his phone.
[REMINDER: TOMORROW, SCHOOL HUNTER RANK EVALUATION TEST!]
His grin widened.
'Now I'll show you how to use your powers better than that retarded uncle of yours.'