The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 809

Chapter 809: A Demon in Bright Colors

To be fair, who wouldn’t be utterly beguiled by the very game that nearly bankrupted Princess Kira herself?

If Luca had not calmly reminded her that everything inside the machine was accessible to her for free, she might have personally funded the entire maintenance budget out of sheer stubbornness.

It had been a close call.

Personal finances were saved only by timely intervention and the unfortunate reality that the princess possessed an alarming lack of understanding regarding why, exactly, the claw insisted on missing her targets.

Ahem.

Returning to the arcade proper, Princess Kira could only stand with her arms crossed as the group finally reached the machine she had a deeply personal love-hate relationship with.

The claw machine.

Her gaze lingered on it with suspicion.

Honestly, why Miss Cece had painted it in such vibrant, inviting colors remained a mystery. Bright. Cheerful. Innocent-looking.

A demon in disguise.

Cough. Cough.

So imagine her surprise when, before even fifteen attempts had passed, one of the little pebbles suddenly raised both hands.

"!!!"

Gasp!

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However, she wasn’t the only one stunned.

Frankly, Owen was equally shocked when Art muttered shakily that he was pretty sure he actually got one.

They didn’t believe him at first.

Not when all of them had been standing in front of nearly identical machines and failing spectacularly. They had tried everything. Looking from the side. Assigning a spotter. Arguing about angles. Whispering encouragement like that helped.

Their closest attempt had ended in tragedy.

The claw had grabbed what looked like the arm of a fluffy beast, only for it to snag on another prize and drag both down in a cruel display of hope and betrayal.

They had collapsed onto the floor afterward.

It was so close.

Yet so far.

Still, teens were nothing if not resilient. Within minutes, they were back on their feet, fueled by vengeance and the elastic confidence of youth. They sprinted to the redemption booth, slapped more credits onto their terminals, and returned with renewed determination.

To think they didn’t even know what they were trying to win in the first place.

They just knew they couldn’t let it go.

Then it happened.

Art drifted toward a machine filled with smooth, spherical containers. No awkward limbs. No fur to snag. Just clean shapes.

"This one," he murmured. "This one looks... honest."

He swiped his terminal.

And immediately made a mistake.

Instead of nudging the stick left or right, he hit the button right after moving forward.

The claw descended.

Art cursed under his breath, already bracing himself for disappointment.

Then the claw rose.

With something in it.

"!!!"

He froze.

The teen, however, didn’t call out. Not just yet. He just opted not to move at all. Because what if breathing affected his chances?

The last time someone had shouted, the prize had fallen back into the abyss.

So Art simply watched.

The claw trembled.

The sphere wobbled.

And then it dropped cleanly into the opening.

Art swallowed.

"I... I think," he muttered faintly, "I got one."

His knees nearly gave out as he bent down and retrieved the prize. Only then did he finally turn and shout at the others.

"I REALLY GOT IT!"

The boys crowded around him immediately.

But their amazement did not end there.

Because when they all finally took a look at what he got, their expressions changed.

Awe.

Shock.

Horror.

He snapped it shut instantly, staring at everyone like they had all collectively committed a crime.

They all looked at one another, stunned.

Art finally shook his head, clutching the container to his chest.

"I don’t think we should be opening this here," he said urgently after realizing how odd the item was. "Something smells amazing and it’s glowing. I swear it is glowing."

The others stared.

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