The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1003

Chapter 1003: The Invisible Line

For some, life-altering moments would come as early as childhood.

Maybe it would happen the first time their beloved parents, who spoiled them their whole lives, would say "no."

Or maybe it would happen once the smartest or best kid moved on to higher education, stepping into a bigger institution where they would finally learn that they were only ever a big fish in a much smaller pond.

For others, it might take years.

Decades, even.

But Decorative Personnel D had always thought he had gone through that realization much earlier in life.

After all, he had ended up under the very boot of Cassian Veyra as a mere child.

He ended up paying a lot for it back then.

His self-confidence took a hit early, crushed under the presence of someone far more overwhelming than anything he had known.

But just as that psycho tanked his extroverted prospects at a young age, he also forced him to grow faster than the others.

He learned how to be in the shadows, how to get his way by assisting rather than confronting, and how to turn his desire to survive into a tactical advantage.

Thankfully, Cassian liked that about him, so when he was finally asked what kind of cybernetic modifications he wanted, he ended up foregoing the flashy ones and opting for stealth and disabling attacks.

For most of his life, it worked. He became part of an elite group, one that operated quietly and directly under the Federation’s future leader.

It wasn’t as glamorous as he originally imagined his life would end up being, but clearly, he had all that going for him. And when leadership eventually fell into Cassian’s hands, he would be in a favorable position.

That had been his life, and was supposed to be the trajectory of his life.

So, forgive him for thinking that his food chain had already been adjusted with Cassian at the very top. After all, even against humans, different races, or the corrupted and mutated, Cassian had long proven that he was the heir to the Federation for a reason.

Actually, Decorative Personnel D wasn’t really that off the mark, and maybe that would have been true had a certain citizen of the Empire not returned to literally make his own food chain.

But unfortunately for him, Luca Kyros did.

The pillars of the Empire that should’ve fallen didn’t.

The heir to Solaris ended up alive, kicking, and somehow terrifyingly upgraded.

In short, the Empire—as they would have known it in the future—ceased to exist in favor of this current inexplicable monstrosity.

And so, at the ripe age of twenty, Decorative Personnel D was once again restructuring his worldviews as he haphazardly rechecked his systems.

Cloaking: ACTIVE.

Signal masking: ACTIVE.

Presence dampening: ACTIVE.

Thermal suppression: ACTIVE.

All of them were fucking active, so just how was that insane cadet looking at him like he could see his soul?!

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Well, unfortunately for him, thermal suppression wouldn’t really work well against a being with the sort of bloodline ability Luca had.

Even without sensors or devices, how could the heir of House Kyros miss changes in temperature around him?

Whether it was higher or lower, even the slightest inconsistency in a particular spot would alert the overly curious cadet that something was wrong, so there was really no way around that.

And that wasn’t even considering something far worse.

Because if Luca really wanted to, he could simply coat the entire arena with his spiritual energy and account for every single core stepping on the floor.

However, there was no need to fear something Luca likely wouldn’t even bother doing. 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞

What mattered instead, and what the delegates probably didn’t realize, was just how impossible it would be to escape a little system that could freely access the very sensors attached to their bodies.

Honestly, D-29 didn’t even want to see that kind of information.

Where would the excitement be?

Where would the surprise go?

But unfortunately for the players, and for the allegedly innocent system, there had been no safeguards for entities like it.

And so, the poor decorative crew were simply lighting up its radar.

Then again, now that Luca had been made aware that others couldn’t really see them, the cursed crew also ended up lighting something else.

The despondent cadet’s heart.

With a fire that really, really burned.

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