The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 869

Chapter 869: The Cadet Who Broke the Graph

Well, to answer the question, Doctor Brent had done the most obvious thing.

He watched the replay of the test.

Again.

And again.

He knew better than to expect miracles from a recording. And while he was aware that he wouldn’t be able to see the spiritual tendrils from the playback, he could still watch for signs of strain, hesitation, or any sign of faltering. If nothing else, he might at least infer how Luca was managing it.

So he watched closely.

"..."

"..."

Brent, however, ended up confused instead of enlightened.

Okay, clearly he didn’t look distressed, and by the expressions on the faces of the instructors watching, he was clearly doing something rather remarkable, or at the very least, interesting.

Moreover, he really did look like he was in control.

Hmm...

If the graph looked like a disaster zone and the video looked like this, then something had to be wrong. Either the results were flawed or the equipment had malfunctioned.

Brent immediately checked the logs.

Calibration before the test. Normal.

Calibration after the test. Normal.

Baseline tests before Luca’s assessment. Normal.

Baseline tests after Luca exited. Normal.

He even remembered taking the test himself afterward just to be sure.

His own results were painfully ordinary.

As expected, save for Luca’s assessment, the rest were well within the specified tolerance or allowable variance.

That left him staring at the screen in silence.

"...That’s not possible," Brent muttered.

And yet there it was.

To be safe, and because the testing phase was already over anyway with classes in full swing, Brent made the call to send the equipment back for maintenance. If there was even the smallest chance of an error, he wanted a professional to confirm it.

If nothing else, it would stop him from spiraling into madness.

He didn’t mark the request as urgent. He knew better. With Luca thriving well so far, he couldn’t, in good conscience, claim that there was an emergency.

So knowing that the same company handled military-grade equipment, his request would have to give way to emergencies. And given everyone’s circumstances, it was obvious there would always be more urgent situations.

Besides, the Academy primarily used the medical tank for assessments. Luca’s test had been conducted on a unit that was rarely used and was mainly just used because of Luca’s unusual constitution.

Between that, the timing of the request, and the fact that it fell far outside the equipment’s scheduled servicing schedule, the answer was simple.

He had to wait.

And wait he did.

Days passed.

Then weeks.

Even months.

The equipment took forever and a day to return.

During that time, Brent almost forgot about the issue entirely. Almost.

Exams came and went. Luca continued performing exceptionally well. One could argue that it was because several assessments used virtual pods, which would naturally favor someone like him who could access explosive energy but wouldn’t be at risk in case there were inconsistencies.

Well, that was what he believed back then. And Brent might have accepted that explanation because it did make sense.

Then the news broke.

The same cadet had taken down an instructor.

Not just any instructor.

Retired Colonel Maximilian Thaddeus Starhawk.

Brent stared at the report in disbelief.

The man was far from a saint. And while Brent made a point of keeping his personal opinions about that trash of society firmly out of professional matters, there was no denying that Starhawk was a veteran.

Worse, the duel involved actual mechas.

And that scum of an instructor had not simply lost, but was practically decimated.

Ahem. He was digressing. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

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