The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 488

Chapter 488: Base Models

Mecha Master Quinn never thought he’d live long enough to see this day.

But scratch that. At this rate, he might just jinx himself. Because surely, their Young Lord isn’t human?

He stared at the specs, then at the simulation results, then at the specs again. Just how—how—were they supposed to meet the new standards for the base model?

Hell, if they ran a diagnostic with a finished base model versus S-class mechas of today, their A-grade base models would probably win.

And the probability wasn’t low, especially after they saw the footage. The footage.

Which was basically the Young Lord’s little "testing session." Where he took out 80% of his own class—his own poor class!—just to check how he could possibly improve the standard military mecha.

And it was really magnificent. And absolutely terrifying. Because clearly, there was a great advantage when a mechanic could actually pilot. And these were reflected in the changes the heir planned to make.

Initially, they couldn’t stray too far when creating mecha designs because the best designs would be those that could be manufactured.

Meaning they had to be within limits. Equipment limits. Material limits. Processing limits. Budget limits.

So naturally, they hesitated when they were told to "go wild" and "think outside the box."

They were hesitant, but tried their best to think about their dream mechas. But who knew that even their visions were this limited?

Because with the new facility, it was clear that they were still thinking very much in the box!

Not only that, the box they’d been thinking in was so small, one would probably need a microscope to see—because, at his tender age, their Young Lord was out there building this thing called a biomecha.

An actual genius. Luca Kyros would have to be that or more.

And while the others didn’t know about it, he, as the fortunate head of the mecha manufacturing division of the House of Kyros, had the rare chance of learning about this.

However, it wasn’t just that. For he wasn’t only made privy to the existence of such a thing but also to the fact that he planned to make more of them.

"!!!"

But the requirements to pilot one were just too much, so he would initially attempt to make a few for testing. Because what if no one could pilot them?

But the meeting wasn’t just to brag. First, the heir wanted a list of their A and S grade pilots, specifically requesting those in frontline or command positions. Those who could adapt to new mechas would also be preferred.

Then Mecha Master Quinn learned that Luca would personally make those biomechas before the expo, and the old man almost fainted.

"My Lord, have you already developed a way to mass produce it?!" He asked, thinking that it’d be the only way to create such a mecha with so little time.

But no.

"Sadly, that’s not the case, Master Quinn. That’s why I could only make a few because we have to make sure they have a bit of time to get used to the mechas."

"A few? Are you planning on making at least two in the next two and a half months?!"

"Huh? Two?" Luca looked confused. "No, Master Quinn, according to my schedule, I should be able to fit about seventeen unless I figure out a way to make it faster than before."

"!!!"

"SEVENTEEN?!" Quinn shot up from his chair like he’d been tasered. "As in—one-seven?!" he verified, thinking that maybe he was hearing things or was about to meet his maker and was starting to hallucinate.

"Yes, do you also think it’s too few? I had wanted to make more, but then Xavier might get angry if I push for more..."

"Too—?!" The old man nearly keeled over. "T-too few?! No! Definitely not!"

"Eh? Then is something wrong?"

"Young Lord, I am not sure if you are aware, but most mechanics, even masters, would take months to make custom mechas...Some S-grades would even take years, or to shorten the production time, would require the help of several mechanics. Teams."

Just how much spiritual energy did it take? What kind of twisted process was this? Could someone actually die just making a leg?

Now he wasn’t sure they could even make one.

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