The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1184

Chapter 1184: Oliver Mylor’s Life

Extremely unique, indeed.

So unique, in fact, that everyone hoping to get their grubby hands on the design and manufacturing process found themselves completely stumped, unsure where they were even supposed to begin.

Honestly, it would’ve been easier had Ollie mixed other materials into the build.

Then they could’ve at least made educated guesses about which compatible alloys or composites he’d used and worked backward from there. If they managed to reconstruct the logic behind his choices, they might’ve been able to follow along with the manufacturing process.

Instead, from the very beginning of the examination, the cadet had stubbornly relied on a single material that none of them could identify.

It left them curious.

It left them frustrated.

Most of all, it left them with nowhere to start.

To make matters worse, Oliver Mylor wasn’t even finishing individual components before moving on to the next.

He appeared entirely focused on producing the endoskeleton and armor plating first, seemingly unconcerned with everything else.

Was he really planning to complete the entire frame and exterior before assembling anything?

That alone was enough to give countless dupers headaches.

Then came another problem.

Just when they thought deciphering his choice of materials would be the greatest obstacle, their entire line of reasoning was bulldozed by a manufacturing method none of them had seen coming.

Oliver hadn’t even opted for the more conventional Standoff Technique, where the detonation took place within the confines of water. Instead, he’d gone straight for the Contact Technique.

Several spectators felt their eyelids twitch.

This cadet had to be completely unhinged.

Who looked through every available explosive-forming technique and willingly chose the one that made everyone else question their sanity?

Didn’t his parents stop him from doing something so reckless during an examination?

To be fair, the Mylor patriarch had nearly worried himself bald after learning that, out of every possible manufacturing method, his son had picked that one.

Then again, if Ollie hadn’t chosen it, his parents probably would’ve assumed he’d been kidnapped somewhere along the way and replaced by an alien lifeform.

"..."

"..."

That was simply the kind of person Oliver Mylor had always been.

If the rest of the universe hadn’t known that before today, then by the time the examination reached its halfway break, they certainly did.

Unfortunately for everyone trying to study the build, that wasn’t even the biggest distraction.

The moment the break was announced, the blonde happily wandered over to one side of the testing area before producing what looked like enough food to feed an entire guild.

Container after container appeared while people’s mouths kept hanging lower and lower.

"Is he doing what I think he’s doing...?"

"Wait, wasn’t that the third container?"

"Fourth."

"Does it even look like he’s about to be done unpacking?!"

Several pairs of eyes instinctively drifted toward Ollie’s space button.

Surely...

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