The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 806

Chapter 806: Spoilers and Hypertension

To be fair, this time around, most people on Star Net were initially confused.

And really, it was a justified reaction for something that was rather niche in nature.

For a brief, fragile moment, the Empire collectively entered a state of shared buffering.

But fortunately, or maybe unfortunately, Reeve’s livestream already had an arguably high population of experts dying to jump into the holographic projection just so they could see everything for themselves.

Therefore, they were heavily invested in everything.

So much so that what could have taken so much longer for everyone to digest took mere moments.

The chat that had momentarily stalled then began trickling in with the kind of cautious disbelief usually reserved for optical illusions and suspiciously generous contracts.

[Wait. Am I reading this right?]

[Please don’t arrest me, but... Is the Princess... serious?]

[+1]

[+1]

[+1]

Suddenly, more and more people were discussing different versions of the same question until, finally, a brave soul decided to broach the issue.

[What’s wrong? Why is everyone freaking out?]

[Is this rare? I don’t get it.]

[Rare? Rare would be the chance that we would all be watching the same stream today. But this? Those things on there? You could call them impossible instead!] 𝓯𝓻𝓮𝙚𝙬𝓮𝙗𝒏𝙤𝒗𝙚𝙡.𝒄𝒐𝓶

[Huh? Impossible?]

[IMPOSSIBLE. Brother/sister upstairs, the list had Jade Vine. JADE. VINE. Do you have ANY idea how hard it has been to get even a tiny bit of it?]

[Okay but what does it do?]

[Practically a lifeline for the sirens. It counters the backlash for prolonged stay on dry land.]

[Oh.]

[OH.]

The chat paused again, then resumed at twice the speed as the likes caught up with everyone suddenly understanding what the issue was all about.

That reaction echoed across the stream in real time just as another comment surfaced, long and increasingly hysterical.

[Hold on. HOLD ON.]

[My brother is part of a gathering guild. That’s literally his job. They take commissions for rare materials. Months-long expeditions in high fatality zones. And now I’m seeing the same materials listed here as PRIZES?]

But just when the people were about to respond to the viewer, someone immediately corrected him.

[Correction. Redeemable prizes.]

The words hung in alone in the supposedly active chat.

[What? Redeemable? What does that mean?]

[It means once you get enough tickets, you can exchange them. While we’re all busy trying to figure out what the prizes were, the Orc Princess just finished discussing how people could redeem whatever they wanted provided they have enough tickets.]

[So it’s more than just once.]

[...]

[...]

There was a half-second delay. Then chaos erupted.

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Evidently, a scramble erupted across the Empire.

It didn’t matter whether one was a family, a corporation, a clinic, a research institute, or someone’s extremely determined grandmother with a suspiciously wide social circle. Everyone was suddenly trying to figure out the same thing.

Who did they know that had access to the Annual Expo?

Messages were sent. Calls were placed. Family group chats that had been silent for years were violently resurrected. Cousins twice removed were contacted with alarming urgency. Old classmates were remembered fondly and then immediately interrogated.

Up until this morning, an Expo pass had been a nice thing to have. A social convenience. A polite indulgence.

Now, it had somehow transformed into a matter of life and death.

And family pride.

Because imagine being the household that could say, yes, we went. Or worse, imagine being the household that could have gone but did not.

Somewhere between frantic planning and outright bargaining, the Empire collectively lost its composure.

Meanwhile, in the VIP procession area, one Duke Victor Vantari was experiencing a very different crisis.

Specifically, he was seriously contemplating choking Leander Kyros.

This was not an exaggeration.

Victor had always considered himself a paragon of composure. Calm under pressure. Excellent blood pressure. A model noble in both mind and body.

But today.

Today was testing him.

They had just arrived at the display of the Gilded Stags, a pavilion backed by the Vantari family itself. The presentation was excellent. Polished. Informative. Everything a responsible Duke could want.

The guild representative was in the middle of explaining their recent pharmaceutical advancements. Mission-hour contributions were at an all time high. Anti-toxin samples for corrupted zone research had reached unprecedented levels.

They had increased sponsorship for pharmacy scholars. Encouraged the formation of dedicated teams to develop alternatives for the most in-demand medicines, all in response to worsening scarcity.

Victor was nodding. Pleased. Proud.

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