The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1005

Chapter 1005: Hands-On Testing

"Hello! This is Luca Kyros—"

Suddenly speaking out of nowhere and to who knows who, the cadet who had opened with a spine-chilling greeting kept walking, much to everyone’s sudden distress.

Luca moved languidly this time, his posture relaxed as he began happily recording an experimental video log.

"Today is the Closing Banquet of the Annual Expo, and the location is the Imperial Palace Training Arena," he narrated, his voice light and scholarly, despite those crazed, glimmering eyes.

In between his sentences, he took steady, rhythmic steps.

Behind him, the Federation members were practically screaming at each other to get it together.

Cassian, having finally recovered his own composure, was in no mood for games.

He hated the idea of showing exactly which members of his team had specific modifications—that was clearly what Luca was hunting for—but he couldn’t let the Federation become a total laughing stock.

Two of them had already made fools of themselves and would definitely deserve punishment later. That much, he was certain, but in the meantime, he needed to find a breakthrough. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

"Tch!"

Fortunately or unfortunately, it wasn’t like they, too, were using all their strength.

At least Cassian could be comforted by the fact that they weren’t doing as well as expected simply because they had no choice but to approach these soft-hearted cadets as gently as they possibly could.

If killing weren’t a problem, then the outcome likely wouldn’t be like this. After all, the people of the Federation weren’t simply made for sparring.

They didn’t go through all that effort to improve themselves just to best someone in play fighting.

Because from back then to today, everything they had done had always been driven by a single goal—complete domination.

So while they couldn’t kill these Imperials because of the nature of this trip, they could certainly escort them close enough.

With how he especially liked Luca Kyros, he definitely wanted to see what tears of despair would look like on him.

However, as the heir to the Federation deluded himself with such disturbing thoughts, the irony couldn’t possibly be lost on anyone as Luca focused on anything and everything but the gathering of forces around him.

Instead of minding how Cassian had recalled much of the cadets fighting the other members of DG, Luca simply continued with his spiel.

"This is a video log for Experiment 1-B, focusing on discovering the different variations of cybernetic implants and their relation to spiritual energy."

While Luca continued labeling his log, Cassian signaled his team to initiate a trapping formation.

Earlier, they’d only used a single field to try and pin Xavier.

Because there were so many of them and only one of that prick, Cassian had only used a fraction of their power to test the waters so the fragile citizens of the Empire wouldn’t accuse him of unnecessary retaliation.

Unfortunately, that very consideration led to a disastrous situation he didn’t quite want to admit to.

He didn’t plan on making the same mistake twice; this time, he was going to pile it on.

Cassian was well aware of the negative effects such a gravitational squeeze had on the human body, but who told the members of DG to make a mockery of them?

The Federation cadets set up a dense, overlapping perimeter around and under Luca. Yet, the golden-eyed cadet, busy with his recording, barely even glanced their way. He walked through their stacked gravitational fields like he was taking a casual short walk in a garden.

"What the—?"

The elites traded panicked looks.

Were their fields being negated by some sort of electromagnetic pulse?

Was that why Luca didn’t seem mildly inconvenienced by something that should’ve knocked him flat on the floor?

Then, as if breaking the tense atmosphere, the arena timer let out a sharp chime.

Ten minutes left—just a third of the total duration remained.

"!!!"

What?!

Luca was scandalized.

He was so scandalized by the lack of time that he practically sprinted straight toward the cloaked coordinates of Decorative Personnel D.

The Federation cadets were appalled.

He wasn’t just moving; he was running with a speed that suggested the gravity meant absolutely nothing to him.

Finally, convinced their equipment was being suppressed or failing unfairly, Cassian issued a wordless command with a sharp jerk of his head. He signaled one of his own cadets to test the field’s integrity.

Seeing as Luca hadn’t been affected by their collective assault, the cadet thought nothing of the order.

Fuck! Fuck! FUCK!

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