The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 535

Chapter 535: Under Pressure

A monster on the left. Another on the right.

And if anyone dared to look a little further, there were more inside the simulation chamber.

In short, maso—ehem, monsters everywhere.

And in the middle of them stood a tiny mophead, wide-eyed and trembling, who could not, for the life of him, understand why anyone would subject themselves to this willingly.

And if they did, he’d like to know why he had to come with them!

Master Quinn originally volunteered to be the 50th member of the next batch. He was ready, prepared, already stretching his back and muttering warrior chants.

But then Luca said, very gently, that it might not be advisable for now.

Because apparently, based on D-29’s projections, the simulation might not be good for his joints.

"Just for now, Master," Luca said kindly, "we’ll experiment with safety thresholds first."

And so the elder was left as the proctor in Luca’s place.

But what about Ollie?

Brittle bones (allegedly), bad back (untested), weak waist (not today), stick legs, and twig arms. He was pretty sure everything was bad (not)!

He was practically all cheeks that jiggled!

Soft.

Cute.

And definitely not built for war.

And he was pretty sure dashing good looks wouldn’t impress the simulation chamber!

But surprisingly, when the wide-eyed mop attempted to appeal to his brother’s heart and love for him, what he got was a tantalizing offer he couldn’t easily reject.

"Brother, I was hoping to test your limits because I’m working on a surprise for you."

It was like a magic word.

And Ollie’s ears perked up at the mention of this "surprise."

"A surprise, brother?"

Luca nodded. Sincerely. Earnestly. Like a fairy godbrother.

"And you’re saying you need to know about my spiritual ability?"

Another serious nod.

And that was all it took to cement his feet to the ground.

He had so many doubts in his heart, but beside him stood his well-practiced handler, who knew that the little hoarder wouldn’t be able to resist.

So in a comforting voice, Kyle said, "Ollie. You’ll need to concentrate on making a stable barrier."

"Huh?"

"Try experimenting with positions while the multiplier is still on its lowest. If it’s too much, you can try Corporal Anya’s method."

Ollie looked towards him with trembling eyes and asked, "Do you think I’ll make it to at least 10 minutes?"

"I’m sure you’ll last longer than that. For every ten minutes you last, I’ll try to learn a new dish for you. So you’ll have more things to eat."

"!!!"

"Really?!"

"Yes, so just do your best."

So armed with a desire for food and a probable surprise, the little star gave it a try.

And it was one example of how hindsight is 20/20.

[COMMENCING SIMULATION]

[3]

[2]

[1]

[BEGIN]

BEEP!

For when he felt a boulder land on his back, the little blonde immediately folded like a sandwich.

OOF!

What gifts?! He doesn’t need gifts!

He’d even go on a diet!!!

Waaaaah!

He attempted to flail.

Then wailed.

But it was too late.

There were groans and grunts.

And someone probably coughed like their soul had left their body.

Ollie looked on with horror.

The simulation had only just begun.

’If this is only the first leg,’ Ollie thought as a single tear rolled down his cheek, ’then what kind of planet will I carry next?’

Queen Lulu and friends.

And maybe their future and imaginary kids.

It felt that bad.

And the determined Ollie decided that survival was more important than pride. So he copied Anya.

But instead of sitting normally, he curled into the smallest half-sphere he could make.

He was not used to this.

He could use tools. Make bombs. Fix delicate circuits. Shape shielding modules with precision.

But this?

This was like trying to blow air into a balloon while holding your breath.

He was already shaking.

Then, against all logic, he made the mistake of looking up.

And what he saw almost ended his life then and there.

"...What."

People—no, demons—were moving.

Not twitching.

Running.

They were running. On two legs!

"!!!"

Ollie’s jaw dropped.

It started with one person.

Xavier.

[Suppression Engaged. Optional Training Menu Unlocked.]

[Choose Exercise Mode? Walking | Jogging | Squats | Sprint | Core Conditioning...]

What.

You can choose?

Luca, confused, blinked and asked D-29. 𝘧𝓇ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝘣𝓃ℴ𝓋𝑒𝑙.𝑐𝘰𝑚

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