The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1228

Chapter 1228: A Mylor’s Humble Assessment

Well, even if he didn’t know at that moment, there was absolutely no way Owen would’ve been able to miss it with the dizzying number of headlines already cropping up about his new mecha.

Aside from the countless posts attempting to break down the race practically second by second, together with increasingly passionate analyses about just how phenomenal Oliver Mylor’s build had been, there was already a proliferation of horrendous nicknames for the mecha itself.

There was The Color-Changing Mecha, which admittedly wasn’t nearly as bad as The Two-Faced Mecha or, even worse, The Golden Nightmare.

Owen didn’t even know what to say about any of those.

However, what he really hadn’t expected was the sudden shift in his own life because of what had to be one extreme case of mistaken identity.

[THE UNTOUCHABLE IDOL: Owen Mylor’s Explosive Debut Shocks the Empire!]

[HIDDEN TALENT REVEALED?! Is the Youngest Mylor the Empire’s Next Genius Pilot?]

[THE ULTIMATE PACKAGE DEAL?! Professional Teams & Military Academies Scramble to Recruit Owen Mylor—and Maybe Snatch Up Ollie Too!]

[THE AUDACITY OF YOUTH: How One Junior Cadet Single-Handedly Proved Age Really Is Just a Number!]

Yes.

It apparently didn’t matter that half of those headlines sounded downright impossible when Oliver Mylor was practically glued to Luca Kyros, the guild leader of DG.

But dreaming was free.

And apparently, so was airing out all their manifestations on Star Net for the entire universe to see.

So, powered by fired-up hearts and uncontrollable emotions, headlines like those had already begun appearing in the ridiculously short amount of time since the junior cadet had disembarked from his new mecha after returning to the pits.

Meanwhile, Owen Mylor himself could only be described as thoroughly discombobulated.

Why did all of these articles make him sound so freaking capable?!

Unfortunately, with flashing lights coming from every direction and the repeated sounds of shutters going off around him, he couldn’t even properly express his grievances to his own older brother.

How dare that guy make him look like he had an entire bright future ahead of him?!

Like, a little bit was great.

Owen wasn’t going to complain about having decent prospects.

But as someone who liked marketing and actually understood that better than most things, how could he possibly miss the problem here?

This was false advertising!

At this rate, people were going to think he was ready to be deployed when in fact, he was just a baby!

The entire walk after his feet touched the ground passed in such a blur that Owen honestly couldn’t remember most of it. He vaguely recalled people calling out to him, someone directing him somewhere, and several others attempting to ask questions that his brain had been far too scrambled to properly register.

In fact, he didn’t really come back to himself until he heard his name being called about three times.

And well, maybe it had more to do with the solid stomp that suddenly landed on his foot.

"?!"

Owen jolted upright.

Only then did he finally look around and realize that, at some point during his prolonged mental crisis, he’d apparently been seated on a stage.

Right in front of a whole bunch of people.

The young Mylor slowly looked from one side to the other, his expression becoming increasingly wary as he took in the arrangement around him.

Was this a press conference?

It certainly looked like one.

The only problem was that instead of reporters sitting before them, the ones preparing to interrogate them were a whole group of master mechanics.

Owen suddenly had a very bad feeling about this.

Then one of them leaned toward the microphone.

"Junior Cadet Mylor—"

Owen suddenly flinched before blurting out, "Oh, sorry!" when he finally realized that one of the master mechanics, Master Colton, had been speaking directly to him.

The older mechanic, finally managing to catch the attention of the mecha’s pilot, cleared his throat before repeating his question about Owen’s experience.

Or at least part of it.

Because Owen, who’d apparently blinked through the most important portion of the original question, immediately assumed he knew what Master Colton was asking.

"Smooth, comfortable, and honestly, not as challenging as I expected."

"?!"

The entire room seemed to reel.

Because unfortunately for Owen, the question he’d failed to hear properly hadn’t been, How was your experience piloting the mecha?

How was your experience using that mecha to take down twenty other pilots?

So when Owen described the experience as smooth, comfortable, and not as challenging as expected, what exactly were they supposed to say?!

"No! If it’s that, I really had a hard time! I-I had to keep jumping around everywhere!"

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