[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy":3,"chapter-the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-273":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Strongest Student of the Weakest Academy",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":20,"prevChapterSlug":21,"totalChapters":22,"novelImage":23},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":16,"volume":17,"translator":18,"content_hash":19},1027029,1339,"Chapter 273: Aestrea Against The World (L)","the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-273",273,"\u003Cp>The storm had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence stretched across the battlefield like a suffocating veil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky, once torn apart by light and screams, now hung quiet, painted in hues of fading gold and ash-gray clouds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind was still thick with iron and smoke, carrying the scent of burnt feathers and blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All around Aestrea, the ground was buried beneath a graveyard of white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wings... thousands of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Torn, broken, bloodied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some were still twitching faintly, nerves spasming even though their owners were nothing but scattered flesh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blades of holy light flickered weakly, like dying embers in a sea of blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The once divine army of heaven was reduced to a carpet of corpses and feathers, piled high around a single figure who still stood at the center.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest rose and fell in ragged, uneven bursts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each breath rattled out of him like it might be his last.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His silver aura, once burning bright enough to erase heaven’s light, now sputtered and cracked around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood coated him, his own and theirs. His hands dripped with it, streaks running down his arms to the tips of his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair clung to his face, plastered there by sweat and gore. Even his eyes, glowing faintly silver, looked dimmer now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Hhhahhh—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He bent forward slightly, and a hand pressed against his ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body was full of wounds, deep gashes that hadn’t closed, punctures that still oozed, bruises swelling across his pale skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each one screamed with pain, but he didn’t collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze drifted across the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Angels, thousands of them, once a flawless army of heaven, now nothing more than blood and ruin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their brilliance was gone, replaced by the dark stillness of death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He exhaled slowly, silver breath spilling from between his teeth. His voice was hoarse when he finally spoke, but it was loud enough to reach the entire world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Is this all heaven has...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rustle...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No answer came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea lowered his head, eyes half-lidded, his body trembling faintly from strain. For the first time in this battle, he seemed a little human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FWOOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The SSS-rankers who were watching the battle finally descended, spreading around Aestrea in a circle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each one of them represented their part of the world, along with its strongest warrior.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Elven Emperor from the Elven Nation...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dwarf King from the Dwark Kingdom...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Beast King from the Beastkin Kingdom...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And finally...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christina from the Holy Nation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only people who were missing were from the Human Kingdom and the Demon Kingdom, but of course, none of them would try to stop Aestrea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It could be said that right now, it was a battle where...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea was against the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A-ah... this situation is kinda funny,\" Aestrea chuckled lightly, as he wiped his bloodied lips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze swept over them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The famous SSS-rank awakeners... the ones the world praises, the ones they kneel to...\" His smile thinned, turning cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...and all I see are rats.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The insult hung in the air, sharp enough to draw blood on pride alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rats, is it? Funny. From where I’m standin’, you look more like a cornered mutt.\" The Dwarf King spat into the dirt, looking at Aestrea like he was nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’ll enjoy bashin’ your skull in, boy.\" His hand tightened on his hammer until the metal groaned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On his side, the Beast King bared his fangs, lips curling into a predatory grin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You reek of blood, human. You’re strong.. But now, you can barely stand. You’ve lost the hunt, and now... you’ll be devoured by us.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Elven Emperor simply sighed, shaking his head slighly, not wanting to say anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for Christina... she remained silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands trembled faintly, her holy aura flickering as she stared at Aestrea. Her lips were slighly parted as if to speak, but no words came.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The three kings tightened their circle, their auras flaring in unison. The air grew heavy, pressing down on Aestrea like a mountain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he only smirked, his eyes dim yet burning with the same silver aura.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Rats... mutts... predators...\" He laughed under his breath, the sound soft and ragged, yet strangely amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Call yourselves what you want. In the end...\" His silver aura flickered faintly, weak but stubborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...you’re just corpses waiting to be piled on top of the rest.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BAAM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Beast King’s lips pulled back into a snarl, his golden eyes blazing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You dare call me a corpse?!\" His voice shook the air as his claws gleamed like blades.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Someone like you who is about to die, doesn’t even deserve last words!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fwoop!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He leapt forward, the ground cracking under his weight. His claws came down, fast and savage, aiming straight for Aestrea’s throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Aestrea didn’t flinch at his movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Lumi.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FWOOOSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A scythe burst into existence in his hand, dark and heavy, its blade dripping with silver light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SWWIISSHH—!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before the Beast King’s claws could reach him, Aestrea swung once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SPLURT!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood sprayed high into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"ARGHHHHH!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Beast King roared in pain as his right hand spun off, severed clean at the wrist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His claws hit the dirt, twitching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But just as quickly...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRRRRK!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bone cracked, muscle twisted, and flesh regrew in seconds. A new hand burst out from the stump, claws longer, sharper than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His roar only grew louder, shaking the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You dare wound me?! You’ll regret it!\" His mane bristled like fire, his body swelling with rage as golden energy poured from him in waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Tsk...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea clicked his tongue as he saw both the Elven Emperor and the Dwark King moving as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea’s body screamed with pain. His silver aura flickered, weaker with every breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his chaos energy... was almost gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, he lifted the scythe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>WHOOSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Beast King’s claws slashed down at the same time the Dwarf King’s hammer swung sideways, the air breaking from the impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aestrea twisted his body, scythe cutting across.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The scythe locked with the hammer, the shockwave blasting dust everywhere. The Beast King came from the other side—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SWIISSHHH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Claws tore across Aestrea’s chest, ripping flesh and spraying blood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ghh—!\" He hissed through his teeth, staggering, but didn’t fall. His scythe lashed out, catching the Beast King across the stomach.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SPLAT!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cut tore deep, but again, the flesh stitched itself back together with golden light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not enough!\" The Beast King’s grin was wild, blood dripping from his fangs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Aestrea could answer,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A wall of green energy smashed down, the Elven Emperor’s magic exploding like roots wrapping around Aestrea’s legs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Vines twisted tight, glowing runes binding them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your mana reserves are ending,\" the Emperor said coldly. \"You won’t last long.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dwarf King stepped in, hammer spinning with both hands, aiming for Aestrea’s skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRASHH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the last moment, Aestrea tore free, the scythe catching the hammer head-on. Sparks flew as the ground cracked under his feet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He staggered back, panting hard, blood dripping down his side. But his eyes... still glowed faint silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ll need... more than this,\" he muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Beast King lunged again, and this time, the three pressed him at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Claws, hammer, and spells rained down together. Aestrea’s body blurred as he twisted, blocking, cutting, dodging by inches.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every strike shook the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLANG!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SLASH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood poured from his arms, his legs, his chest. Yet with every strike he took, he gave another back, tearing flesh, breaking bone, even if it healed seconds later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fight was a storm, and still he stood in the center of it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then, the other SSS-rank awakeners who had been standing back began to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Christina!\" the Elven Emperor barked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fight, or he’ll kill us all!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Christina’s hands trembled, her holy light wavering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No... I...\" She shook her head, biting her lip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The others didn’t wait.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of them stepped forward, her entire body burning with violet fire, hotter and brighter than anything normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes glowed red as the flames wrapped her like a cloak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She raised her hands, and the fire twisted into a spear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then I’ll go first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FWOOSH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She hurled the spear straight at Aestrea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned just in time, swinging his scythe, cleaving the spear in half:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOOM!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the explosion of violet fire swallowed him whole, burning hotter than the sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shockwave ripped the ground apart, wings and corpses scattering in every direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When the fire faded, Aestrea was still standing, chest heaving, his skin burned and blackened, blood pouring from his wounds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His scythe shook in his grip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet his eyes still burned silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Heh.\" He coughed blood and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Not bad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Beast King roared, claws ready again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Dwarf King lifted his hammer. The Elven Emperor’s runes flared brighter. And the woman of violet fire stepped closer, flames raging hotter with each breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The circle tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Aestrea, battered and broken, only lifted his scythe higher. His eyes remained as determined and calm as always.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Come on then...\" His voice was hoarse, but enough to reach them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...all of you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1506,"2026-06-03T09:18:17.304Z","2026-06-03T09:18:22.612Z",1,"novelbin.me","0bcc22159619ec2657390d88011534b94fdecaaed67217bde8a109a6f6c5d793","the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-274","the-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-chapter-272",547,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-strongest-student-of-the-weakest-academy-cover.jpg"]