The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1064

Chapter 1064: The Gap

Strong winds.

Blowing snow.

Poor visibility.

Once those boxes started getting checked one after another, everyone realized that what they were witnessing had all the makings of one hell of a blizzard.

Right.

An artificial blizzard.

Since they were supposed to document their observations, Luca’s records by the end of the day eventually included the fact that he had somehow escalated light snowfall into a snowstorm and then into a full-fledged blizzard in only a matter of minutes—all without meaning to.

And honestly, it would have been adorable if all of this had stayed confined to the little bucket like some festive snow globe.

Unfortunately, Luca’s area of effect was larger than a bucket.

Like much larger.

As in spanning their entire makeshift testing grounds.

According to D-29’s logs, everyone initially panicked but survived unscathed after deploying spiritual barriers around themselves and the children.

Then, directly beneath the noted emergency response times for barrier deployment, were detailed notes regarding how they successfully prevented the holidays from arriving too early.

One particular section highlighted Xavier’s calm instructions.

"Luca, it’s alright. Everything will be fine..."

"But if you can, imagine a bright and sunny day. Clear skies. Just a little dusting of snow on the ground."

"Then... imagine greenery beneath it. Leaves slowly peeking through as if spring is about to arrive."

Of course, the little system’s actual logs were far more dramat—detailed than that.

But for the sake of sanity, science, and everyone’s dignity, there was probably no need to repeat particular excerpts.

Like those pertaining to how Princess Nina loudly declared herself the number one fan of her coolest Brother Chipmunk.

Or how one father fainted after seeing his precious son wield ice instead of fire.

Or how formal apologies were sincerely issued for accidentally indecent sculptures.

Better yet, like how a certain golden-eyed cadet eventually got cornered and interrogated by overly enthusiastic Elders.

Then again, who would not want all the details about an ability like that?

But in the first place—

What exactly was Luca’s ability?

Emulation.

Or at least, that was their current working name for it.

After much discussion, several arguments, and a surprisingly philosophical debate held around suspicious lumps of clay roasting inside a giant charcoal pit constructed by one unusually contemplative redhead, they eventually settled on the word they believed described Luca’s ability best.

"Copying, plagiarism, mimicking, echoing, imitating... all those could’ve worked," one of the Elders mused while watching the embers crackle within the charcoal pit. "But from what we’ve discovered so far, those words don’t quite do Young Lord Luca justice."

And honestly, that was true.

Because instead of merely duplicating someone’s ability, the golden-eyed cadet was already showing signs of surpassing it.

To be fair, none of them were completely certain about the actual limits of Luca’s ability.

In fact, they were not even entirely sure what it truly was yet because, unfortunately, they were rather limited when it came to proper testing.

"Huh?" Luca blinked. "But how are we limited?"

"Did we miss an item from the Trove?" asked the already trembling money grubber.

Ah, but if only it had been that easy.

Unfortunately, the answer was actually very simple yet annoyingly complicated.

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