The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1104

Chapter 1104: If It Happens Again

CRUNCH!

The sound echoed through the chamber, drawing immediate reactions from everyone present.

Several people flinched.

Others gulped.

Then came a moment of complete silence.

The unfortunate—or perhaps fortunate—individual responsible for that crunching sound stood frozen for a heartbeat before dramatically collapsing onto the floor.

Only for the crowd to suddenly erupt in what was a combination of cheers and questionable instigation.

"Again!"

"Next!"

"Hurry!"

The reactions came from every direction as people pushed forward to witness the spectacle for themselves. Some laughed. Others stared with unconcealed anticipation. A few looked ready to drag the next volunteer forward if necessary.

To say they were excited would have been a severe understatement.

After all, they only needed a single bite.

Yes. Just one.

That was all it took to render even the strongest among them weak in the knees.

Those who had yet to receive their turn might have suspected that the earlier reactions were exaggerated... but the Divine Heir knew better.

Because he had been the first person to end up flat on the floor.

The amber liquid alone had already left everyone questioning their previous understanding of life.

Not that they even consumed much of it.

In truth, after realizing how precious it was, everyone unanimously agreed that only droplets should be used. Even discussing larger portions sounded so much like treason they simply didn’t dare talk about it.

And yet, despite consuming amounts that would have seemed laughably insignificant in the past, the effects had been immediate.

People who had spent years staring into the distance with hollow eyes were suddenly debating storage procedures, security measures, and rationing policies.

But what did—in the Prince’s opinion—uncultured beings like themselves really know?

How dare they even assign value to blessings they barely understood?

Because if they originally believed the amber liquid had already shown them the limits of wonder, then they had been completely mistaken.

For the polished red treasure before them—and especially its combination with that golden nectar—was simply epiphanic.

The Divine Heir could think of no better word.

Although, to be fair, their collective enlightenment probably had as much to do with the images they had been painstakingly deciphering.

The scholars certainly seemed to think so.

Not long ago, most of them had given up on meaningful research altogether.

After losing contact with the culmination of their live’s work and what they believed to be their final hope, many had simply stopped looking toward the future.

But today was different.

Today, they were energized.

People who had spent ages merely surviving were suddenly arguing over interpretations, recording observations, and attempting to decode every scrap of information they could find.

Following the instructions had already allowed them to uncover remarkable things.

The bright red fruit, for one.

Its golden flesh hid beneath skin that naturally reflected light with a healthy luster...

Combine that with the contents of those precious hexagonal jars, and it definitely created an experience that many compared to breaking through a cultivation bottleneck.

The Divine Heir personally thought that comparison was surprisingly reasonable.

However, while everyone was still taking turns experiencing the fruit, a commotion suddenly erupted near the entrance.

Several scholars who had left earlier came sprinting back.

Not walking.

Running.

And judging by their expressions, one would think an army was chasing them.

"What is the meaning of this?" one of the attendants demanded as he stepped forward to block their path.

The scholars nearly crashed into him.

"Your Highness!"

Their voices sounded frantic.

Yet their faces looked far too excited for anyone to believe they were bringing bad news.

The Divine Heir narrowed his eyes.

"What is it? Speak."

At once, every conversation in the room died.

The people still waiting for their turn with the fruit stopped eating.

The people discussing security stopped arguing.

Even those still recovering from their first bite shifted their attention toward the returning scholars.

One of the older researchers stepped forward.

"It’s unusual."

The scholar looked like he was struggling to contain himself.

"Then are you saying this can actually sustain our young?"

A heavy silence fell. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝔀𝓮𝒃𝙣𝓸𝒗𝒆𝒍.𝙘𝒐𝒎

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