The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1004

Chapter 1004: Field Testing

Now, with that kind of impact and weighted scrutiny, how could millions of people possibly lose sight of one Luca Kyros in the span of a blink?

Unthinkable, right?

But apparently, entirely possible, as that was exactly what happened when the golden-eyed cadet stepped onto the field.

He vanished.

The air in the stadium seemed to skip a beat, the collective breath of the audience hitching as their eyes frantically scanned the arena for a trace of white clothes, golden eyes, or black hair.

There was a heartbeat of absolute, agonizing suspense—a vacuum where the roar of the crowd usually lived—and then, inexplicably, he reappeared.

So close that it definitely felt wrong.

He didn’t just arrive; he manifested like a glitch in reality, his body bent low, ducking right into the personal space of the Federation cadet. He was at neck level, poised in a predatory crouch that screamed of an impending strike. His face was dangerously close to Capturer B’s, but instead of a soldier’s grimace, Luca wore a big, giddy smile that reached his sparkling eyes.

In that localized moment of slow motion, the world narrowed down to that proximity.

Capturer B’s eyes widened to the point of tearing, his pupils shrinking as the sheer, overwhelming aura of the Kyros heir slammed into him. It was a vicious dawn of dread.

There was no time to move, no time to parry, and certainly no time to escape the gravitational pull of the disaster standing inches from his nose.

He was going to die!

The thought shrieked through Capturer B’s mind.

He couldn’t physically brace—his muscles, surprisingly, even his implants were locked in a state of sensory overload—so he attempted to psychologically brace for the impact of a fist he was certain would end his career, and possibly his life.

In the stands, the crowd surged to their feet. The shock was so sudden and the movement so bold that hundreds of people stood frozen, hands hovering near their faces, unable to even cover their mouths in their sheer surprise.

Capturer B let out a pre-emptive, high-pitched screech of pure terror.

"AAAAAAAA—!"

Only to choke halfway through.

Because the suffocating killing intent that came with the blow he was expecting suddenly evaporated into thin air.

But make no mistake, it connected.

Luca’s fist completed its motion.

A tap.

The gentlest of gentle taps.

Yes.

Luca didn’t shatter his ribs; he simply tapped the cadet lightly on the chest. It was a touch so soft it wouldn’t have bruised a peach, but the arena’s sensors didn’t care about intent.

BEEP!

A bright, holographic red X flared to life over Capturer B’s head, marking a legal hit.

The sound of the buzzer, usually a background drone in the chaos of the match, felt deafening.

It was as if every other noise in the universe had been sucked away, leaving only the fading echo of the cadet’s scream and the frantic thumping of his heart as he clutched his chest, looking, for all the world, like he was having a cardiac arrest.

The stadium remained in a trance-like standstill.

"..."

"..."

Even the fighting on the other side of the field had drifted to a halt. It felt like an eternity had passed before the clock of reality finally started ticking again, prompted by a loud, dramatic sigh that carried over every speaker in the building.

"Oh no!"

Phew!

The worried cloud on the mad—err, curious scientist’s face vanished instantly, replaced by a lightning-fast straightening of his posture. His eyes practically glowed with renewed excitement.

Experiment?

He was experimenting?

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