The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 442

Chapter 442: Quake

It was not a peaceful morning.

Not that Ollie would’ve had a great morning if this didn’t happen. But this time, it wasn’t just an isolated case of him feeling like his world was trembling.

This time, it was because the actual ground was shaking like rent was due and the landlord had backup.

Because somewhere between 5:50 and 6:00 a.m., a disaster decades in the making finally decided that today was the day to launch its career.

A resonant crystalquake.

What started out as a low, almost imperceptible hum, rising from the depths of the planet itself, started vibrating through the ground, the roads, and then the very floor panels of the dormitory complex.

Residents stirred. Some blinked. Others shot up, hands over their ears. A few screamed. A few cursed. At least one person probably cried.

Then a sharp, metallic twang rang out across the district like the planet had plucked its own nerve string.

The first tremor knocked decorations off counters and screens off walls. The second split the alloyed pavement like it was parchment, sending jagged crystal spikes surging up through the ground, punching holes into the lower tiers of buildings.

Sirens shrieked. Floors buckled.

And the third? The third, which came with a crystal faultline split, still did not wake Ollie Mylor, who only grimaced as he slept as if only mildly annoyed by the apocalypse. freewebnσvel.cѳm

Which was about when Kyle arrived.

Upon waking up to the blaring alarms, the ever-reliable and advanced thinking adjutant asked his Captain, who asked Luca if he could use CP to get to Ollie.

And that was how he made a beeline for one sleepyhead.

Then, with practiced efficiency, scooped up Ollie—blanket, star hairband, and questionable pillow in tow—while navigating a dorm room that he hoped wouldn’t shift sideways before they could properly exit.

The alarms outside were screaming.

And so was Ollie.

...Though only internally, as he was still too sleepy to find the vocal strength to match the urgency of being bridal-carried out of a crumbling building after he woke up because the dust was clogging his nose and throat

The air outside was colder than expected, sharp and biting against his cheeks as Kyle shot out of the dormitory, bypassing emergency checkpoints and heading straight for open ground.

Or rather, above it.

Because the moment they were clear of the debris range, Kyle summoned his mecha with smooth precision, the cockpit lowering as if it had been waiting for him all morning.

And before Ollie could properly panic, he found himself in the familiar cockpit, seated between Kyle’s legs.

"Wh-What’s going on?!" he finally managed, clinging to his blanket like a lifeline.

Kyle, who was already adjusting the controls with calm focus, replied, "Unexpected crystalquake. Sorry, you had to wake up like that."

Ollie blinked at him, squinting as he remembered the question he was meant to ask earlier. "How did you get into the room?!"

The mecha launched, thrusters lifting them above ground with a controlled hiss. Below, tremors rippled through the streets, fractured crystal veins glowing dangerously.

Kyle didn’t look away from the navigation feed. "I asked Luca to let me teleport to you. Because I was aware that seismic disasters wouldn’t wake you up."

"...That’s fair," Ollie mumbled, then glanced down. Embarassed because he knew it was true. And with how he was dressed like this while Kyle was already in his uniform, he should really be thankful.

"T-Thank you," he squawked, unable to really look him in the eyes as he curled his toes.

"You’re welcome, I’m surprised you’re already awake? And sorry, I didn’t have the time to get all of your things."

"So for now, just use my coat for when we have to go down," Kyle said smoothly, already reaching behind the seat to drape the oversized garment over him like a protective curtain. "Or you could also change in here if you want to do that. Just like before."

Ollie’s face burned.

As his other "brother", the blonde never thought it was a problem to randomly dress in front of this man.

But after yesterday...t-that was just impossible!

"Relax, I don’t bite." Kyle looked down, slightly amused because clearly there was a change in Ollie’s demeanor.

Lies. He looked like a giant predator right now!

It should’ve sounded harmless, and should’ve made him feel better, but his tailbone practically shivered at this, causing him to wrap himself up with the coat that smelled so distinctly of Kyle.

It was warm.

Which made everything worse.

CRACK—BOOM!