The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1125

Chapter 1125: Confusion

[BRIDGING CONNECTION REQUEST DETECTED...]

[ALLOW CONNECTION?]

[YES] [NO]

At this point, selecting the answer was practically as automatic as breathing.

In fact, they could only pray that nothing insane would come out of the gate because they really hadn’t thought twice about selecting yes.

Then again, they were also keenly aware of the different kind of insanity that could come out of that place.

Not the violent kind, but the sort that was so mind-blowing it still had them questioning reality days after the very first trading market session.

Honest-to-goodness food.

The real deal!

Just the smell alone had been enough to leave people feeling strangely content despite craving more, including all of them who no longer needed to eat.

Of course, they too had wanted to lap up every bit they could. Because who wouldn’t when even a single drop of that golden liquid had been enough to send their souls somewhere they had never been before?

The experience was almost akin to a breakthrough. Some people had wept for days afterward, so overwhelmed by what they had tasted that one would’ve assumed they would’ve already licked every container clean by now.

And yet, somehow, they hadn’t.

Because when they thought about why they were preserving and rationing everything so carefully, their resolve only strengthened.

There were their slumbering wives.

Children in cryostasis.

Entire families waiting for a future that many had already stopped believing would come.

So they hung on to anything and everything they could, hoping to store enough to wake them all up.

Just like those seeds they were banking their hopes on.

Of course, figuring out whether they could actually cultivate those seeds was much easier said than done.

The first issue was a matter of where?

For the longest time, they had already resigned themselves to remaining underground because the infestation above had only grown worse with every passing year.

Reclaiming the surface that had once been a given had long since become a pipe dream, which eventually lost all its meaning once the trajectory of their civilization fully dawned on them.

Well, that had been so at least until the day their group of researchers insisted they’d actually need the ground for the seeds they extracted from the fruits.

Metal wouldn’t do. And when the number of seeds they possessed was painfully finite, no one was willing to take unnecessary risks.

Suddenly, the surface they had long written off no longer felt quite so optional.

But the turnaround didn’t stop there, as now there were volunteers.

People willing to risk themselves for the chance to reclaim even the smallest patch of land.

If they could have it their way, everyone would probably be out there with the team selected for clearing.

It was a remarkable change from those same individuals who, not that long ago, had already given up hope entirely.

Ironically, after all the discussions about cultivation, preservation, and future plans, someone eventually remembered to ask a question that probably should’ve been asked from the beginning.

"Umm... Your Highness, by any chance do we actually have enough CP for several more purchases?"

"!!!"

The resulting panic was immediate.

Because, truthfully speaking, nobody had checked in forever.

Why would they?

For so long, there had been nothing more they could buy and nowhere else to spend. Their wealth continued to accumulate, but with so little available to them, it had gradually become little more than a number.

It was the unfortunate disadvantage of having to weasel their way into the control group. They basically started out with the bare bones. All they had to work with was whatever could be salvaged in the very last moment.

If only they had different circumstances...

But who were they even kidding when it had been their choice to stay and fight for as long as possible?

So all this was really something they would just have to accept.

Still, the idea that they might suddenly need to think about funding at this very moment felt absurd and amusing enough that it simply hadn’t occurred to them.

Fortunately, the concern proved unnecessary.

They had more than enough.

If anything, CP was perhaps the one thing they genuinely possessed in abundance.

So with that settled, all that remained was waiting.

Standing before the gate.

[ENGAGING BRIDGE CONNECTION...]

[15%...]

[55%...]

[96%...]

[100%]

[CONNECTION COMPLETED]

[BRIDGE CONNECTION NOW ESTABLISHED.]

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