The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 786

Chapter 786: The Journalist Who Ascended

He should have known better.

As someone who already felt as if something invisible were guiding his life, he really should have done more than simply take a few shots and a short video.

If Reeve had been in his right mind, he would have pulled out all his equipment, switched on every recording mode he had, and prepared himself to document history.

But no.

Because those round things beckoned him like no other.

They say sirens used to beguile people, but in truth, people only say that because they have never met something as alluring as this.

The first ball met his lips.

Then his teeth.

And then his world shattered.

From his toes to the top of his head, Reeve Solin felt as if he had been struck by divine lightning. His fingers and toes curled. His eyes flew open so wide that even a passing child felt compelled to stop to watch him.

His jaw slacked.

His throat tightened.

His knees trembled with the force of a newborn beast.

It felt like he had been electrocuted by joy.

Because inside that tiny golden sphere, which looked innocent, soft, and absolutely unthreatening, was a shockwave of flavor that no one in the Empire should have ever deemed possible.

The thin crispy exterior crackled delicately between his teeth, breaking open like a warm secret. Then came the goo.

A molten rush of flavor that burst forward like sunshine in liquid form. It was so unexpectedly perfect that he let out a strangled sound he had never produced before.

This was warm, velvety, savory goo that melted across his tongue like it had been waiting its entire life for this moment.

"What... what is this?!" he whispered, voice cracking like he had not used human language in years.

He didn’t know what the creamy substance was, nor did he understand how something could have so many different textures in one go. All he knew was that whatever it was, it coated his tongue and sent waves of something indescribable through his nerves.

"Customer, that’s called cheesy garlic potato balls. It’s a product of our guild’s farm and, in fact, can be eaten with a variety of dips."

What?

He had so many questions. Because he could understand the words separately, but couldn’t figure out how they could all make sense when strung together.

However, before he could even voice all his concerns, a sudden surge hit him squarely in the chest.

Reeve had never been one of those gifted with a lot of spiritual energy, which was why he couldn’t really enlist in the military and ended up as a journalist. But that didn’t mean he had none.

However, because he had so little, he was so shocked about what had entered his body that he almost fell back.

A relic?!

His brain raced so fast that he kept on pointing at the said potato balls, then at himself, then at Luca, without being able to muster the right words because he wanted to simply scream, "SPIRITUAL RELIC!" like a madman.

Did he just actually eat a spiritual relic for free?!

Apparently, he did.

Gods. He really did.

Well, in truth, he didn’t think he would need to ask because that was part of the contract every guild signed for the expo, but he couldn’t help but want to be polite because, shit, he could do that much for someone who practically gave him the will to live.

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