The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1290

Chapter 1290: Gone Fishing

"AAH!"

The startled guild leader’s head whipped around at the loud thud and the pained scream that immediately followed.

So did nearly every other first-year’s.

One cadet had just slammed face-first into the ground.

"?!"

A senior cadet was already sailing over him.

Apparently, the older student had deliberately planted a foot against the unsuspecting freshman’s back and used him as a stepping stone to propel himself toward the newly opened doors!

The unfortunate first-year hit the floor hard, groaning in pain.

And the senior?

He didn’t even look back.

If anything, the bastard looked amused.

The surrounding freshmen stared in horror.

Then, almost instinctively, several of them turned toward Vice Principal March.

"..."

Surely he was going to say something.

Surely that wasn’t allowed.

But much to their surprise, the normally uptight Vice Principal remained completely expressionless.

Though internally?

Wesley March was screaming.

But what exactly was he supposed to do?!

The exercise had already started, and he couldn’t exactly blow the whistle just because someone hadn’t been paying attention to their surroundings when they’d already been warned that everyone else could be considered competition!

And unfortunately, or perhaps just as expected, the senior cadets who’d likely received the same eye-opening treatment from their own predecessors understood the implications much faster than the freshmen did.

The first one had gotten away with it.

Which meant it wasn’t against the rules.

"!"

That realization spread through the Training Hall almost instantly.

Then all hell broke loose.

The older cadets understandably moved first.

Several launched themselves in the direction of the battleships while others immediately targeted whoever happened to be standing in their way, regardless of whether the unfortunate victim was a senior from another academy or one of the stunned first-years.

People were shoved aside.

Legs were swept out from under unsuspecting cadets.

Someone was practically thrown into another battalion’s formation!

Because apparently, getting to the battleships first wasn’t enough.

If they could leave early and incapacitate a few competitors before anyone even reached Caldris Minor-7?

Why wouldn’t they?!

And just like that, the Royal Military Academy’s freshmen finally understood what Vice Principal March had meant by a fruitful competition.

There was absolutely nothing friendly about it.

__

"Holy hell, is this actually happening?!"

Ollie stared in absolute disbelief at what was rapidly turning into a full-blown stampede.

And maybe he really was a changed person now, because somehow, this looked even worse than their dungeon simulation run!

Even the oddly frizzy sim people weren’t acting this unhinged, and to think they’d had every reason to when they were quite literally being invaded by an armada of corrupted beasts!

Meanwhile, these feral cadets hadn’t even left the Academy yet and they were already resorting to stepping on someone else for a headstart!

"Maybe I shouldn’t have spent all that time learning control!" exclaimed the mop, his hair already starting to look mildly offended on his behalf. "I think these guys deserve a little tingle! I mean, look at them?!"

But if he accidentally separated a senior’s soul from their body after they came charging at him like that, Ollie figured he wouldn’t feel too guilty about it.

"..." 𝕗𝗿𝕖𝐞𝐰𝗲𝕓𝐧𝕠𝕧𝗲𝐥.𝚌𝐨𝚖

Mwah!

VERIFYCAPTCHA_LABELVerify