The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1179

Chapter 1179: Ringing In

Well, it may not have been in the Marshal’s security plans, but it was certainly part of one blonde’s wellness itinerary.

GONNNNG!

The deep, reverberating tone rolled through the massive stadium, cutting cleanly through the roar of the crowd. It came from the speakers connected to the cadet’s enclosed testing area rather than the gong itself, yet even as nothing more than a reproduced sound, it still sent an inexplicable shiver down everyone’s spine.

Then it came again.

GONNNNG!

And once more.

GONNNNG!

The arena fell into stunned silence.

Across the stands, thousands of people froze. Jaws slowly dropped. Eyes widened. A wave of genuine bewilderment swept through the audience.

Several master mechanics instinctively adjusted their spectacles.

Student reporters stopped typing.

Even those tuned in through Star Net seemed to hesitate for a heartbeat before the comment sections erupted.

Everyone simply stared.

Because he’d struck it three times with absolute confidence, as though opening the most prestigious mecha manufacturing licensure exam in recent history with a musical performance was the most natural thing in the universe.

Fortunately, Oliver Mylor remained blissfully unaware of everyone’s collective dumbfoundedness.

The protective barrier surrounding each workstation had already activated. While the audience could hear everything happening inside through the broadcast microphones, no sound from outside could reach the temporarily untouchable blonde.

Then again, even if they ended up hurling insults at him for doing something unheard of, he still wouldn’t have stopped.

Not when this whole spectacle had been part of the specialized technique developed by his good brother just for him.

Thanks to the inspiration they’d received from the children, they’d eventually discovered a way to process the material until it gleamed brilliantly enough to replace the gemstones in the eyes of the tribute statues at Kyros Manor.

Unfortunately, achieving the right appearance and preparing it for casting were two entirely different matters.

Even now, before this long-awaited day, Ollie could still remember the countless failed attempts that had led them here, long before they’d stumbled upon the half-finished mecha looking burnt to a crisp.

That was exactly why he’d freaked out. They had poured so much time and effort into that prototype, only to find what looked like all their hard work reduced to a charred husk.

But the unexpected scare proved beneficial, as it eventually led to the discovery of several nifty things about the material.

So considering their wins, what else could’ve been the problem?

Could it have been the actual manufacturing process?

Nope. Apparently not. Because Ollie actually found that part rather fun.

No, his real and very personal hurdle had ended up being the activation of Zelunium.

Uh-huh.

The very first major step of the build, of all things.

To be fair, it started out as a problem for the three of them, not just him.

Zelunium, as they had really intended, wasn’t like anything they’d ever worked with before. In its raw form, it was almost useless, but once purified, it just wouldn’t budge! Even when they managed to force it into a different shape, it stubbornly strained to return to its original configuration.

Frustrating, yes, but also incredibly promising if they could figure out how to harness that property.

Thankfully, after wrestling with something every bit as stubborn as raw Nanite Ore, they’d eventually realized what they were dealing with.

The material was simply too stable.

If they wanted to reshape it permanently, they first had to disrupt that equilibrium without pushing the material to the point of collapse.

Now that worked splendidly, and they eventually managed to get to the parts the self-proclaimed cutest mechanic actually liked.

But see, throughout nearly all their testing, Luca had been the one activating the material whenever it needed to be molded.

Only near the end did they discover an unfortunate truth.

Ollie was absolutely hopeless with the specialized instrument they’d been using.

It was a complete mess.

The manufacturing technique itself suited him perfectly. Compared to biomechanical construction, it demanded far less from his body.

But none of that mattered if he couldn’t even convince the material to cooperate.

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