The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 868

Chapter 868: Unstable Ceilings

Doctor Brent didn’t quite know where to begin, but he decided that the most important thing was to clear the air before anyone’s imagination ran too far ahead.

"For clarification," he said, lifting a hand before anyone could interrupt, "the rank assigned to him was not the result of foul play. There was nothing untoward involved."

Several shoulders visibly relaxed.

"In truth, it was based on the same results you’re all looking at right now."

That didn’t relax anyone.

"As you can probably tell," he continued, glancing at the projection, "even when compared against your own spiritual rank assessments, these results are very far from the standard patterns we’re accustomed to seeing."

Doctor Brent paused, then let out a faint sigh, already bracing himself for the professional backlash this explanation would inevitably invite.

To make things easier for everyone present, he decided to strip away decades of painstaking research, dense formulas, and carefully worded academic language. Instead, he would refer to the standard spiritual assessment results as a trapezoid.

It was, without question, going to earn him the silent fury of the medical and research community.

But if he explained it properly, the meeting would drag on for hours.

So yes, it was not dignified. But it would get the point across.

In simple terms, that trapezoid was what everyone’s results looked like. The only differences lay in the dimensions. The length of the bases, the slope of the sides, and the overall height changed from person to person, but the shape itself usually remained the same.

"Under normal circumstances," Brent continued, "a person’s spiritual output forms a trapezoid on the graph. The larger the trapezoid, the greater their total spiritual capacity. The wider it is, the longer they can sustain output. And the closer the shape begins to the start of the graph, the faster they can access their spiritual energy."

He tapped the screen lightly.

"In short, it tells us how much you have, how long you can use it, and how quickly you can reach it."

To drive the point home, Doctor Brent pulled up several additional files.

On the screen appeared familiar names.

And familiar results.

The instructors stiffened.

More than one of them leaned forward, squinting as they realized exactly what they were looking at.

"These," Brent said calmly, "are your own results."

Shock rippled through the room.

He ignored it.

In his experience, the easiest way to convince experts was to use data they trust. And there really is no data they would trust more than their own.

That much was painfully true.

Moreover, while they were all allowed to see student records when needed, there was really no reason to use the records of even more students.

Actually, he didn’t even want to discuss Luca’s results with them. But when he realized how popular that cadet had become, he figured that something like this would eventually happen.

Sigh.

And sure enough, they were really having this meeting.

Around the room, instructors and members of the Academy’s upper administration stared back and forth between their own neat trapezoids and the final set of results.

Luca’s.

Even at a glance, the difference was impossible to miss.

Where their graphs began near the bottom and climbed steadily upward before tapering off at a clear ceiling, Luca’s did not bother with such pleasantries.

It started at the top.

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