The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 805

Chapter 805: Welcome to the Activity Center

See, even Reeve Solin had absolutely no idea what was happening anymore.

At this point, he had stopped questioning it.

By now, he was familiar with the strange sensation of floating through life as if reality itself had decided to gently pick him up, pat him on the head, and say, Here. Have everything. It was a very confusing experience. Also deeply suspicious.

Ever since this morning, Reeve had been drifting through an emotional state best described as extremely elated yet mildly convinced he might be dying soon.

Because surely this was how it worked.

One didn’t just stumble into this kind of luck without the universe demanding payment later.

Clearly, something was happening to him. Either that, or he was scheduled to perish next week and was currently being allowed to enjoy a greatest-hits compilation of everything life had to offer.

Because within the span of a few hours, Reeve had crossed milestones he never thought he would reach.

Not after years of grinding.

Not after begging editors for scraps of, well, anything.

Not after meticulously building a reputation that was respectable but never explosive.

And yet here he was.

And the worst part was that he had not even planned for any of it.

He didn’t ask for this, he didn’t chase it, nor did he scheme for it.

All he had done was follow his nose to a booth that nobody else had bothered to visit at the time.

Because something smelled good.

That was it.

That single decision had apparently altered the trajectory of his entire career.

Now he was being informed, very calmly and very seriously, that his humble little stream was being simulcast across the Empire.

The entire Empire.

Reeve had stared at the message for a solid ten seconds before reading it again just to make sure he was not hallucinating.

As a journalist, what more could he possibly dream of?

The answer was apparently more, because right after that came another message.

And then another.

He was getting a bonus.

A large one.

And there was even talk of a promotion.

Because somehow, his coverage had single-handedly boosted the stock prices of Solaris Times so dramatically that even the higher-ups were scrambling to confirm whether the numbers were real.

Reeve stood there, stunned, terminal clutched in his hands, wondering if this was what it felt like to accidentally become a legend.

Then he did the only reasonable thing.

He turned to Thea.

"I’m splitting it with you," he said immediately.

She blinked. "What?"

"The rewards," Reeve clarified, waving vaguely at his terminal. "The stream. Everything. I only streamed this because you said so."

Thea stared at him.

Then she laughed, startled and bright, clearly caught off guard.

"You don’t have to do that," she said reflexively.

"I absolutely do," Reeve replied, just as firmly.

She opened her mouth to argue.

Then paused.

Then smiled, a little embarrassed and very touched.

Because she knew it was kind of the other way around.

She had been annoyed at first when Reeve insisted she come along. She had thought it was just another pointless thing.

But now?

Now she was right there to experience everything. In a sense, wasn’t his persistence in dragging her over there the true gift?

And as she listened to him speak, genuinely grateful and earnest in his praise, Thea suddenly understood something.

This was exactly why Reeve Solin was being hit with this absurd wave of good fortune.

Because even when the universe handed him everything, his first instinct was to share it.

Ah really!

And now this?!

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When they were suddenly called over by an Orc who they instantly recognized as Princess Tharkira Zulgara, Reeve and Thea nearly collapsed on the spot.

It was not a metaphor.

It was a very real moment where both of them stiffened, went pale, and strongly considered lowering themselves to the floor out of pure survival instinct.

Because who wouldn’t do that when the Orc Princess was impossible to miss?

Her presence alone felt like a physical force. Towering, radiant, and armed with flowing red hair that looked like it had been styled by fire itself, the young woman stood there like a living legend.

Reeve’s soul attempted to evacuate.

Thea’s knees actually wobbled.

But then something strange happened.

The soldiers from Zone Four, who were nearby and very visibly hardened veterans, lit up the moment they saw her.

They looked genuinely excited.

And that was the only reason Reeve and Thea managed to force their legs to cooperate and walk over instead of playing dead.

"?!"

The confusion deepened.

Because when the princess turned toward them, she smiled.

Not a terrifying smile.

Not exactly a threatening one (hopefully).

An actual, friendly grin. Or at least, as friendly as that could be.

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