The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 997

Chapter 997: The Shape of Humanity

Sure, they would. And up until Jax avoided the first swing, he had still been of that mind.

However, when the pole behind him bent even after he had cleanly evaded the punch thrown his way, the redhead realized that bending would go both ways.

"!!!"

He couldn’t even blink twice at that.

Shit.

They don’t even need to connect with anything to deal damage!

What bionic?!

He knew he wasn’t the smartest tool in their shed, but if this was what counted as simply "bionic," then his children might as well grow on ice!

Because surely, there was nothing simple about that.

The distance between them opened again as both fighters naturally separated, their movements light but deliberate as they reset.

Jax watched as his female opponent planted her feet wide, firm, and grounded.

A proper fighting stance.

Her posture lowered slightly, weight balanced, shoulders loose but ready, as her gaze locked onto Jax with unmistakable confidence.

He could honestly ignore the smirk she had on her face, but maybe not what followed.

For with a slow tilt of her chin, she lifted her hand and curled her fingers inward.

A clear, deliberate come-hither motion.

Come.

That was likely her form of intimidation. And it actually worked on the spectators who held their breath as they watched.

But who was Jackson Taylor before his farming era?

Before the dawn of his lovely children, before he pranced around in his overalls and tracked soil all over with a huge smile on his face, he’d actually been referred to as something else.

A battle maniac.

The battle maniac.

And today, it seemed like he had encountered people who could take what he could give.

So much to everyone’s surprise, his eyes glinted right before he flew.

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BOOM!

In the expansive training arena of the Imperial Palace, the space stretched wide like a battlefield the size of a miniature city. Platforms floated at different heights, rings hovered in place, and sections of the ground shifted as if the arena itself could change at any moment. A faint barrier shimmered along the edges, while the ceiling above looked like an artificial sky.

Luca’s eyes widened as he watched the air distort—

—then burst apart.

A sharp crack echoed as a formation tore through the air, leaving visible shockwaves behind. The sonic boom followed a second later, hitting the arena hard enough to make the platforms tremble.

Wow.

As his eyes absorbed everything from his post as goalkeeper, he couldn’t help but think about their last discussions before entering the main arena.

Apparently, calling them "bionic" was actually inaccurate. Archaic, even.

Because, in truth, the people of the Federation had long moved beyond just being bionic to fully utilizing cybernetic technology.

The curious returnee remembered being beaten by Ada in asking what the major difference was, and Kyle had attempted to explain what they were talking about.

"Think prosthetics, replacement organs, or any alternative hardware that’s attached to the body but isn’t really connected to the brain. That was the concept behind something being bionic."

"There had been a real need for the technology, and its purpose had been clear: the improvement of the quality of life of the people in need."

Oh.

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