The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 901

Chapter 901: Outbreak Probability

Well, Luca thought it wasn’t so bad.

He could have gotten guns and the like, but that would have been against the Expo’s rules.

Then again, what use would they have for guns when fighting against corrupted goo? Nothing really.

So guns and other legally recognized weapons were currently out of the question.

While Rahil screamed inside his containment bubble without anyone noticing, the concerned little chipmunk spent a moment distributing what he had carefully considered earlier: particle saws.

His good brother benefited greatly from holding two whenever something bad happened. Luca had seen it himself. The grip tightened, the breathing stabilized, and suddenly his brother looked ten percent less like he was about to commit arson in self-defense. Based on this very scientific observation, Luca concluded that the others would likely find the same comfort.

At best, they could use the saws for protection against unexpected threats. At worst, it would help them feel better.

That alone made it worth it. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

And really, how thoughtful was that?

Though, in hindsight, it might not have been the best idea to hand out particle saws when Theo looked like he needed a blood transfusion from sheer distress. The poor man was already pale, and watching Luca calmly suggest power tools like comfort objects did not improve his condition.

Especially not when Luca’s actual game plan was so insane that particle saws suddenly felt wildly insufficient.

In fact, it was probably a very good idea that Princess Kira had been ushered outside earlier. There was a strong chance she would not have survived hearing Luca’s plan. Not emotionally. Possibly not physically.

Because their guild leader’s solution was simple in concept and horrifying in execution.

A three-step plan that required the intervention of exactly one system that had somehow freed its schedule for something it had deemed important.

That little system chimed cheerfully into existence.

"Host! I have completed a multi-layered outcome simulation given the Elders’ supplied information as well as the patient’s current condition!"

The projection sparkled, because of course it did.

"Please note that the results include optimism modifiers, emotional bias correction, and a small deduction for our inability to accurately determine his pain tolerance!"

Everyone stared.

"There is only a thirty-four percent chance of catastrophic failure. Twenty-six percent chance of survival with disappointment, and surprisingly, only a twenty-two percent chance of starting an outbreak!"

"What?!"

Theo practically stumbled forward.

"Luca," he exclaimed, his glasses sliding dangerously down his nose, "did D-29 really just say outbreak? Isn’t corruption non-contagious when it’s in this form?!"

The room held its breath.

The hesitant cadet named Luca reached up and brushed the back of his neck, eyes flicking away in a gesture that screamed discomfort and honesty in equal measure.

"Well," he said carefully, "I was hoping it wouldn’t be like that. But this looks more like active corruption."

That did not help.

"It’s just," Luca continued, trying to sound reassuring but failing anyway, "at the moment it seems to prefer staying cooped up inside the patient."

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