The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 835

Chapter 835: Recycling, Riches, and Rumors

Ollie Mylor couldn’t help but shiver.

How odd.

He paused for half a second, brow furrowing, then promptly ignored it as the line in front of the minimart grew longer with each passing moment. Many of the winners had been indecisive earlier, but now customers were piling in one after another, excitement buzzing in the air, especially after he had casually let it slip that vendors on Star Mall had already started selling foil pans.

As expected, it was a concern that people would have as they wanted to match everything for fear of making a mistake.

People wanted consistency, precision, and assurance. After all, Young Lord Luca had shown them exactly what container he was using, and after everything they had gone through, who would dare risk deviating now?

Naturally, Ollie solved this the same way he solved most things.

By offhandedly mentioning the Crown Prince’s small venture.

Okay, maybe calling it small was a stretch.

The original foil hoarder, after all, had dedicated the entire thing to Luca. And instead of using his brother’s Star Mall account, which had long since become unusable due to sheer popularity, they had opted to open fresh accounts. The goal was simple. Sell products that could be made with regular materials. Things the general population could produce and things that didn’t rely on rare resources.

Not only would they be able to employ regular employees that way, they would also be able to supplement the manufacturing and recycling industry by injecting new interests.

Yep, Luca had major concerns with regard to the recycling industry because unlike the actual food, the purchase of all those new goods would in the end result in some form of waste. Therefore, the production should go hand-in-hand with improvements in the recycling industry.

Thankfully, with how difficult it was to obtain anything related to cooking, people would rather die than part with what they had earned through blood, sweat, and tears.

Especially now.

Ollie watched as terminals lit up across the hall.

He didn’t even say it out loud. But for some reason, his recommendation to the woman felt like it echoed throughout the whole hall.

People froze mid-step.

Then they lunged.

Unexpected Star Mall traffic spiked so hard that several hopefuls trembled in their knees in panic.

"I got it! I got the exact size!" someone yelled, clutching their device like it was a newborn.

"That’s the same foil pan Lord Luca used!" another shouted, eyes shining with triumph.

"I managed to purchase three different sizes!" a woman exclaimed breathlessly. "In case other sizes end up needed, I would be ready for anything!"

Nearby, someone else sank to the floor.

"...I only got one," they whispered hollowly. "I hesitated." 𝒇𝓻𝓮𝓮𝙬𝙚𝒃𝒏𝓸𝙫𝒆𝙡.𝓬𝓸𝒎

Others hovered over confirmation screens, refreshing obsessively, muttering prayers under their breaths.

Sure enough, there was an advantage for the people who got to attend the expo and were standing close by. Even if they had failed to enter the booth, they could still call themselves fortunate.

The people solely focused on watching Reeve’s livestream, however, weren’t as lucky.

By the time the foil phenomenon reached them, it was already over.

Sold out.

Every size. Every variation. Gone. Even the one that was just a roll of foil didn’t survive.

But it was understandable, after all, Luca had mentioned that different containers could be used depending on ingredient availability. So how could anyone resist the urge to buy, buy, buy?

The energy bordered on unhinged.

Then, right as someone was once again about to begin mourning publicly over only succeeding in getting one, Ollie raised his voice.

"Customer, don’t worry too much!" he called out cheerfully.

Heads snapped up.

"If you take good care of your foil pan," he continued brightly, "you can actually reuse it several times before needing a new one!"

There was a beat.

Then voices erupted.

Cheers burst out from several directions. Someone laughed hysterically. Another nearly cried.

Ollie winced and quickly covered his ears as the noise spiked.

At least his good brother was going to be richer today too!

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But it wasn’t just the money grubbers who would be going home richer than yesterday.

Inside the demo kitchen, the participants of the great cooking class had just finished carefully labeling their prized foil pans and sending them off into the chiller. With that done, they found themselves facing a different kind of enrichment altogether.

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