The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 781

Chapter 781: A Modest Review

It should have been like any other day.

Somewhere out there, birds probably chirped, horns honked, water still dripped, and time passed the same way it usually would.

But for some reason, the Empire must not have been part of this somewhere, as it experienced a collective hiccup.

A hiccup so intense that for a moment, everything and everyone stood absolutely still.

The livestream froze.

Terminals paused mid-scroll.

And some people were certain that even their cells took a momentary break.

Across the Empire, across the star systems tuned in, across living rooms, offices, classrooms, barracks, transport hubs, and even a few (several) questionable underground establishments, the reaction was exactly the same.

Stillness.

Absolute stillness.

On every screen stood a young cadet, eyes bright and pure, his radiant smile framed by kneeling mechas and a parade road still lined with people.

And yet in the stillness of it all, something extreme echoed in everyone’s minds.

Hello.

Hello...?

HELLO?!!!

There was silence.

A strange, suspended silence where people simply stared at their screens as if waiting for subtitles or a follow-up line.

Then it began.

A single comment slid into the chat.

[Hello?]

And then, like a lit fuse finally reaching the end of its cord, Star Net detonated.

Everything erupted so violently that the server lights in the Star Net HQ flickered. Someone in the control tower screamed. Another person dropped their drink. A senior engineer genuinely thought they were under cyberattack until he saw the logs.

It was only one word.

One polite, mild, sincere word typed over and over again in different capitalizations and with varying punctuation.

But apparently, that was enough to catapult this year’s Annual Expo opening to a new height, as beings all over the universe went crazy.

["I’M ON THE FLOOR."]

["HELLO??? HELLO??? WHO SAYS HELLO LIKE THAT AFTER ENDING AN ENTIRE PARADE?!"]

["SEND HAAAALP! I CAN’T BREATHE?!"]

However, in some faraway places and in the comforts of their own estates, several crashes could be heard.

In the elven capital, a crystalline shatter rang across the halls of a secluded estate as Prince Eren hurled a wine glass against the wall. Ruby droplets slid down the marble like spilled blood while he glared furiously at the holographic projection hovering before him.

Sure enough, there were bugs everywhere.

Luca Kyros.

Greeting the world as if he were welcoming guests into his personal domain.

Prince Eren’s jaw tightened. His fingers curled around the arm of his seat, tendons straining. The projection replayed Luca’s simple greeting from several angles, each one making the prince inhale sharply through clenched teeth.

"Such insolence," he muttered. "Let’s see how long he’ll be able to smile like that."

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Meanwhile, in an office high above the central tower of the Federation, someone else seemed to have a few feelings about it.

A hand gripped a reinforced alloy table so tightly that the surface began to crack.

"President Veyra," someone called from a respectful distance.

The cracking stopped.

Slowly, Alaric Veyra lifted his gaze toward the waiting officials who were frozen in dread. His eyes were glacial, razor-sharp, and achingly patient in a way that promised consequences.

"President, will everything be alright?" one of them dared to ask. But given what they had just witnessed, it felt like a necessary question.

Alaric heard the question. He knew exactly what they meant. But he couldn’t be bothered to answer something so useless.

Because on one of the feed windows, captured in perfect clarity, was Cassian’s face.

Eyes unfocused. Shoulders squared. Expression unreadable to the untrained, but to Alaric it was painfully familiar.

That was the exact gaze Cassian wore whenever he found something he wanted to play with.

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But really, it was more than just play.

Because Cassian Veyra was inwardly hysterical.

It was the kind where even he would’ve laughed with his mouth open as he remembered everything earlier.

What an audacious little thing.

How bold.

How interesting.

His fingers twitched with the urge to drag them across the edge of his console, maybe even across the nearest throat, just to bleed out some of the electric thrill that rushed through him.

If he could have had his way, he would have gone on for who knew how long. The absurdity of it. The challenge of it. The bright flare of something worth crushing.

But he held it in.

Barely.

Because he wanted to savor this.

He wanted to see just how far they thought they could fly.

And how high they believed they could stand.

Yes.

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