The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 534

Chapter 534: Second Batch

What to do when the queue didn’t take forever?!

Thirty minutes.

Give or take.

That was the average breaking point of the candidates who stopped the earliest.

And while many of them dragged themselves out looking defeated, maybe someone should have told them that before today, they wouldn’t have even lasted half as long.

Not to mention how they’d probably lose their lives by the time they were done. Because just how were they going to replenish all that spiritual energy?

Still, no one could blame them. Not when a biomecha was at stake.

At least when they came out, there were snacks waiting to ease their wounded pride.

However, seeing those remaining candidates through the eyes of people who have experienced similar hell, they couldn’t help but admire them.

The chatter started almost immediately.

"Oi! You said you’d definitely get a spot!"

"That’s because you jinxed me, you bastard! And anyway... You don’t understand what it’s like in there."

"Oh yeah? Then explain it."

One of the candidates who’d exited early groaned loudly.

"Imagine you’re a giant magnet. And the floor’s another giant magnet. And you just wanna stick. Forever."

"Ha! Nah. More like carrying the weight of the world. You know? That saying? That’s not a metaphor anymore."

Heads turned as someone else shouted.

"Whoa! Look at Anya! She’s still inside!"

People crowded closer to the display.

"She’s sitting down?! Like that?!"

"Ahhhh! Shit! Why didn’t I think of that?!"

One onlooker blinked. "Wait... why is that better?"

One of the former candidates explained, rubbing his sore shoulders.

"Inside, you’ve gotta coat yourself with spiritual energy to keep from being crushed, right? At first, I tried putting up a big barrier. But the bigger it is, the faster your energy drains." 𝙛𝓻𝒆𝓮𝒘𝙚𝙗𝒏𝙤𝙫𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝒐𝙢

"So?"

"So by sitting and keeping herself bundled like that, she’s reducing the surface area she needs to protect. Less wasted energy. Smarter conservation."

Another guy groaned.

"That’s allowed?!"

"Yeah! The rules said you just can’t collapse or lie flat! Sitting upright still counts!"

"You idiot! Why would you say that out loud?!"

"What? Like I’m still making it in? There are only ten slots! If the next batch thinks of better ideas to last longer, at least I can learn something for next time."

"Also, you don’t see it, but when you’re there, it’s like you’re being subjected to those random pressure attacks."

"So I want to see how they’d deal with it!"

The crowd quieted.

Then... ears perked.

You could practically hear brains turning on.

And among those ears... were Ollie’s.

Ollie, who was currently staring blankly at the chamber door like a condemned man.

He still didn’t know how he ended up here.

One minute, he was standing to the side watching people crumble under invisible weight.

Then next, his good brother was smiling at him like a fox wearing sheep’s clothing.

And now here he was.

In line.

Waiting to die.

By the forty-five-minute mark, there were only five candidates left.

The ones who’d already finished?

They practically rolled on the floor when they left the simulation chamber.

Some of them eventually wanted to try jumping just to feel how light they were now.

Anya, who, unknown to her, had somehow made it to forty-seven minutes, finally decided to stop when she started seeing floating fruits.

She figured through gritted teeth that if she was seeing fruit hallucinations in a real battle, she’d probably already be dead.

So she stood. Or more accurately, crawled.

And when she emerged from the chamber...

Cheers erupted.

"Huh?!"

"Anya! You’re third! Third place!"

"What?!"

She stared at the clock.

Forty-seven minutes.

Was that... actually good enough?

Her heart thudded. Maybe... maybe she had a chance.

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