Traveling through the game world, starting out as a third-rate villain

"Why are they talking about him like that?"

Sylvie asked in her heart as she watched the class in progress.

"Is Morse the only one who made a mistake?"

Silvi was a person who liked to help people in need or in difficult situations, and Morse was naturally one of them.

In particular, she hated the gloomy look on his face.

Growing up in a loving and sunny family with a loving mother, father and brother, Sylvie always had kindness towards others.

When she first entered the college, she was alone. She didn't know the people here, nor did she understand how people lived in this place.

Because Arcadia Hunter Academy was so famous, she felt a lot of pressure. She met the children of celebrities from all over the world and even shared a room with them.

As a girl from the countryside, she is overwhelmed by all the people here. Plus she is a healer and her interests are different from others because she belongs to a special group that does not participate in fighting.

Although therapists were scarce, they were not hard to find, so she had to work hard to pass those classes.

At first, she isolated herself a little because of her concerns and took the opportunity to observe the class and get to know the people.

That’s when she noticed Morse.

A boy with a hood on his head sitting in the back seat. She couldn't see his face directly because he covered himself with the hood, but her special ability allowed her to see his emotions.

It was a mess of emotions and it never changed.

A dark aura oozes from him.

A deep black aura, mixed with shades of red, blue, and black.

This is her special ability, the ability to see other people's emotions through color.

She knew that red represented anger.

She also knew the color dark blue, a color she often saw when attending funerals, and it was a feeling of sadness.

But there is one color that covers almost everything.

It was black, a color she had never seen so intense before.

The color of hatred.

As she looked at the hooded boy she could see the massive amount of hatred pouring out of him.

The emotion was so strong that whenever she looked around, she couldn't help but focus on him.

This is why Sylvie always keeps an eye on Morse.

There was another person who also caught her attention: Ethan Hartley, a boy with a dazzling white aura of justice.

Whenever she looked at the two, she could see a clear difference.

Morse is surrounded by an aura of darkness and sadness, while Ethan exudes a bright and inspiring aura.

As someone who wanted to help others, Sylvie naturally wanted to help Morslon, so she decided to try to get close to him.

But it was on that day that she witnessed the cruelty of the world.

Sylvie's voice trembled with emotion as she recalled the day she witnessed three students bullying Morse, which made her heartbroken.

She saw three people surrounding him, laughing at him, insulting him, and pushing him. They seemed to take pleasure in his pain and enjoy the pleasure of torturing him.

She wanted to step forward to stop them, but fear held her back. She was just a freshman, completely unfamiliar with this terrifying world populated by elite hunters. Moreover, she was a healer and knew there was nothing she could do.

She also knew those three people; they were in the same class as her.

She couldn't understand why they treated him like this. What had he done wrong to deserve such cruel treatment?

She still remembers the words they shouted:

"Look at this piece of trash."

"Did your mother die because she gave birth to a piece of shit like you?"

"No, maybe your father abandoned you. Who would want a useless son?"

She still remembers these words vividly.

But what made her even sadder was that every time Morse tried to resist, he would be beaten even worse.

At some point, he even gave up trying and stopped defending himself or fighting.

She saw that the colors of his emotions were more intense, even adding a new dark blue that she had never seen before.

She didn't know what the emotion was, but she knew Morse was changing. He was being cornered.

Sylvie tried to report these things to the teachers, but no one cared. She will never forget what she heard from one of them at that time:

"Tsk... You don't even have the courage to stand up for yourself, and you still want to become a hunter? You're useless. It's because of him that my niece wasn't accepted..."

She still can't forget these words.

"How can you be so cruel?"

She thought so at the time, so she helped Morse as much as possible and used her healing ability to heal his wounds.

Even though she was not skilled enough, she still tried her best to be his support.

Time passed day by day, and a month went by in the blink of an eye.

Then, one night, something changed. Sylvie noticed.

She saw the color change on Morse.

If before he was covered in black, red and dark blue, now, a color she had never seen on people took its place.

That's gray.

She knew that gray represented indifference.

Whenever she looked at Morse before, she could see a change in his eyes. Now, he always looked at the people around him with a dead look without any emotion.

He no longer cares what others say about him.

This used to be how Morse behaved, but Sylvie knew he was just pretending. After all, she could see the emotions that flickered inside him whenever someone laughed at him or said something bad about him. But now it was different.

Now, nothing changes.

The grey color covered him like a barrier that nothing could penetrate.

"Thank you for your help."

However, she still remembered what he had said to her when she had accompanied him before.

His words were sincere, for she could feel the yellow glow of gratitude in his heart, and it made her happy to see that glow.

But soon, that color would be replaced by a dark blue. She noticed that whenever he seemed happy, that dark blue would always replace it.

The sadness never left him.

Whenever Sylvie saw Morse like this, she felt that he seemed to be carrying a heavy burden. But she never had the courage to ask him, and could only watch him from a distance.

The same is true this time.

Sylvie watched and listened quietly as Eleanor criticized the students. However, in the second half, her remarks were almost entirely focused on Morse.

"Why did she only pick on Morse?" Silvi asked herself.

Sylvie could never understand why Eleanor treated Morse the way she did.

She could tell Morse wasn't trying his best, but in her opinion, insulting and humiliating people wasn't productive.

Instead, why not try to understand Morse's problem?

That was her idea. But ultimately, there was nothing she could do because Eleanor was the mentor here, the one who had the final say.

However, it didn't look like Astron was bothered by her insult, so Sylvie just sat there and watched him from a distance.

......

And just like that, today's class is over.

"With today's classes over, I have something important to announce." Professor Eleanor said, her cold eyes sweeping over all the students. "Starting tomorrow, we will have a series of anti-human close combat courses."

There were murmurs and whispers among the students, and curious glances were exchanged.

Anti-human close combat is a key skill for hunters, especially when facing human opponents. This course involves training in unarmed combat and weapons skills against other hunters or human enemies.

"We will be doing pair training during these classes, and I expect each of you to take it seriously." Professor Eleanor continued, "Your close combat abilities will be tested, so be sure to practice and hone your skills."

As soon as she finished speaking, Eleanor White left the classroom and walked towards her office.

"Ah... Close Combat Course..."

Sylvie's heartbeat quickened upon hearing this. She was a healer, not a combat expert, and close combat was not her strong suit. However, she knew the importance of these lessons and the need to be prepared for any situation.

After all, even if she wouldn't be graded for these classes, she still needed to improve herself, at least to be able to protect herself.

As the students began to gather their things and prepare to leave the classroom, Sylvie heard a voice coming from the door.

"Hey, where do you want to go?"

The voice was full of contempt, and when she turned to look at its source, she saw a classmate blocking Morse's way.

If she remembered correctly, he was a boy ranked around 1,000th in his grade.

"What's his name?" She couldn't remember his name for a moment because there were so many students in the class.

"He is full of malice." She thought to herself, seeing the dark aura emanating from the boy. She could also sense his pride and excitement.

"Hello? I'm talking to you! Where do you want to go, you piece of shit?"

When Morse didn't respond, he grew more annoyed and raised his voice.

"Don't talk to me."

However, the response he got was something he had not expected at all.

A cold voice came from the person in front of him.

Morse's purple eyes were filled with indifference, and there was no expected reaction on his face.

"You bastard! How dare he ignore me!"

The boy glanced at a girl sitting in the front row and saw that she was also looking at him without interest, which made him even angrier.

"What a childish act." Morse saw through his intentions from the beginning, but he had absolutely no interest in this "person".

I just ignored him and continued on my way. However, this action made the boy more and more angry.

Seeing that Morse ignored him and continued to walk towards the exit, the boy's face turned red. He shouted angrily, "I said, don't ignore me!" His voice was full of anger and humiliation.

But Morse remained indifferent, not even looking at him, and walked straight past him, as if the boy's existence meant nothing to him.

Actually, it was. Morse had never seen the boy in the game, either as a villain or a regular character. But he vaguely remembered his name and rank.

"Liam Wayne, ranked 1025, good at swordsmanship." He recalled what he knew about the boy.

There are two kinds of people in this world, one is the valuable person, and the other is the worthless person. He is a person who is worthless to himself.

Therefore, Morse intends to use this boy as an example here. In order to avoid being harassed in the future, some action must be taken now.

In anger, the boy lost his mind and decided to teach Morse a lesson himself. Without warning, he pounced on Morse from behind and tried to knock him to the ground.

Unlike regular villains, he doesn't even bother to yell, he just swings his fist and attacks directly.

Whoosh——

However, Morse's instincts kicked in and he quickly dodged the boy's attack. With one deft move, he dodged the boy's attack and turned to face him.

The boy missed his target and, losing his balance, stumbled forward.

Bang--

His pride was hurt and his rage grew, and he quickly stood up and rushed towards Astron again.

"Excessive force attack on the right side."

Just as Morse had expected, this time he threw a punch.

But Morse was no stranger to close combat. He had been trained in this area in both of his past lives. On Earth, he was interested in martial arts, and in this life, he learned a lot from "that person".

Whoosh——

With one smooth movement, he dodged the punch again, but did not raise his hand to fight back.

Morse simply tripped his leg with his foot, causing him to lose balance.

Bang--

The boy fell to the ground again.

"I warned you," Morse said calmly, his voice devoid of emotion. "Don't talk to me."

The students who witnessed this were stunned into silence. They had never seen Morse in action before, and they were amazed at his ability and calmness. Even though he was ranked last and everyone thought he was weak, no one expected him to act so calmly.

Although some places seemed unusual, it wasn't long before they stopped paying attention.

Only Sylvie was watching this scene silently.

Sylvie smiled with relief as she watched Morse finally defend himself.