The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 903

Chapter 903: Under the Same Roof

A scream tore through the room.

It was raw and hoarse, ripped straight from the throat before breaking apart into a wet, choking cough that ended with blood splattering against the side of the bed.

The sound was deafening.

And frankly, it was a brutal contrast to the joyous laughter and casual conversations that likely filled the other areas under the same roof.

Then again, who would’ve known that within the same confines of DG’s booth, a different kind of operation was going on.

It was a good thing the room had been encased in a spiritual barrier. Otherwise, Princess Kira would have been another patient they would have had to deal with before the entire procedure was over.

Luca didn’t look up right away.

He remained hunched over the patient, eyes fixed, breathing slow and controlled, every ounce of his attention locked onto the task at hand. It took a long moment before he finally spoke, his voice hoarse from concentration rather than fear.

"D-29," he said quietly, "another scan please."

As he waited, Luca tilted his head slightly, as if trying to shake something loose. Tension had crept into his shoulders without him noticing, and he forced himself to roll them once, twice, grounding himself before he let the nerves fully take hold.

He didn’t want to do this anymore.

He could imagine exactly how much it must have hurt. Even without being awake, the body reacted instinctively, reflexively, screaming where the mind couldn’t. Luca didn’t particularly enjoy the fact that he understood it a little too clearly.

But stopping wasn’t exactly an option.

If even a trace was left behind, if even one mutated branch escaped notice, it would likely just fester and contaminate everything else they had worked hard to clean.

Sure, maybe they could do this over again, but who would want to experience this twice?

Well, certainly not him and likely not the guy currently writhing in pain.

Removing the corrupted goo itself had been the easy part. That, at least, had been straightforward. The little money-grubber had vacuumed it out carefully, methodically, and if he was being honest with himself, even happily.

But the same couldn’t be said about everything that followed.

He had hoped the pathways were only in the throes of merging. Or that they had merely been overwhelmed by corruption, like the other new areas the creature had fled to once it was discovered.

If that had been the case, purification would have been possible.

But for the sections the parasite had occupied for a long time, purification wasn’t the right word.

This was a purge.

There was nothing left to revert to.

The creature had not merely mutated existing pathways. It had carved its own. It had added branches made entirely of corruption, forming new routes that went undetected until Luca took a closer look with the aid of Queen of the Night.

Yes.

It would have been insanity to charge headfirst into pathways that tight. Especially when Luca’s spiritual energy was, by all definitions, an invader itself. They had no choice but to risk a concentrated dosage, hoping it would serve both as a relaxant and a crude form of anesthesia.

But even if the body was knocked out in every physical sense, there was no way to soothe what was happening in the spiritual sea.

Not while Luca burned away the caverns the parasite had dug into.

The waiting stretched on, thick and heavy, until finally the system chimed.

"Host! I have performed three scans, all of which are showing no similar markers to the parasite we’ve been tracking."

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