Hunter Academy: Revenge of the Weakest novel Chapter 1050

It did happen once more.

Weeks ago. Back during the final exam period, when he was just walking around evening. It had been subtle, buried beneath the adrenaline of the fight—but his mana had flared then too. For no visible reason.

Was that Lunar Mana?

His body had reacted then the same way it had tonight.

Tense. Coiled. Defensive.

But not toward an enemy.

Toward a presence.

Which meant…

Astron's eyes lowered to his tea, the steam curling faintly like memory.

Could it be that again?

His body wasn't just housing Void and Shadow.

That much had always been obvious to him—at least, once he began understanding what he was.

What Astron Natusalune had become.

Because the very first time he accessed mana—truly used it, back when the merger had still been raw, when the instincts of the world clashed with the remnants of player knowledge—it hadn't been elemental. It hadn't been flame, or wind, or anything as simple as light or dark. 𝗳𝐫𝚎𝗲𝚠𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝘃𝚎𝗹.𝗰𝗼𝗺

It had been Lunar.

Unmistakably so.

Soft. Fluid. Silent. But heavy. Like gravity folded into energy. Like memory carved into light.

And he remembered it vividly—the way it pulsed inside him. Not with heat. Not with power. But with rhythm. With inevitability. Like tides obeying a moon he couldn't see.

That was the foundation.

There were five known types of mana structure, rooted in classical theory: Internal, Elemental, Spatial, Psionic, and Worldbound.

But Lunar Mana… didn't fit cleanly into any of them.

It was a hybrid. A spectral synthesis. A thing that mimicked Worldbound structure—mana influenced by celestial bodies, like Sunfire or Starborn flows—but folded into the body like Internal mana. It cycled through him without needing a medium. It was the medium.

And Astron had grown used to it. Not just using it—but relying on it.

Whenever he switched to regular elemental flows or practiced restricted weapon forms with standard mana channels, he felt it immediately. A kind of dullness. Like a song without harmony.

Weaker.

That's what he was without it.

The difference wasn't dramatic—not enough for others to see. But he felt it. His flow rate slowed. His adaptability dipped. His reaction delay lengthened by milliseconds. Not much, but enough to notice. Enough to matter.

But what made all of that worse—

Was how rarely it reacted on its own.

His [Lunar Mana] didn't flare randomly. It didn't respond to environmental shifts, not unless those shifts were on a world-altering scale.

The last time it had happened?

When he acquired the Moonstone.

A minor artifact.

But the moment he touched it—

His dreams shifted.

The first night after bonding to it, he had seen that shadow that has been showing some combat arts under the moonlight.

Not a moon.

The moon.

He didn't know how to explain it even now. It wasn't like looking at a celestial body in the sky. It was like… remembering it. As if the light it shed wasn't just illumination, but knowledge.

And during that night, his [Lunar Mana] had reacted.

It flared slightly. Not destructively. But enough to push him into trance. Enough to trigger a vision. Symbols. Echoes. Things he couldn't translate.

Of course, the feeling he had gotten recently in the final exams….

He never forgot that feeling.

And tonight?

When Leonard entered?

It felt like that.

Same reaction.

Same internal flinch.

Not because Leonard had used mana.

But because the presence itself had pulled at something within Astron—something deep, something Lunar.

He didn't understand it.

Not yet.

But his instinct whispered to him now, stronger than it had before.

This wasn't random.

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