The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 489

Chapter 489: Operant Conditioning

He just had to survive long enough to witness it.

Or at least make it to the 51st hour.

Because that was when it happened.

Somewhere between a triumphant war cry and a high-pitched sob, a sound tore through the mecha lab. It echoed like the birth of a legend.

"AAAHHH–!!!"

And then came the thud.

A mop of blonde flopped dramatically onto the floor, arms splayed, fingers twitching. The poor soul? A certain mechanic named Ollie Mylor, who would, from this day forward, be remembered as the second person in the entire workshop to produce a component with 80% Calibration Fidelity.

The room froze.

The tester’s machine beeped. The screen blinked.

65%.

77%.

Then came the agonizing crawl to 79.9%, where it sat for three soul-shattering seconds.

Ollie could practically see his entire life flash before his eyes. The finger cramps. The trembles. The missed snack breaks. And worst of all, the missed hug-breaks.

If this fails...I have nothing left...

And then—DING!

[Unregistered Rotor Stabilizer, Durability: 85%, Calibration Fidelity: 80%]

The world went white.

Ollie collapsed, tears streaking down his cheeks. He raised a trembling arm and pointed to the ceiling like he was about to ascend.

"I–I did it!" he croaked. "I actually did it..."

The room erupted.

Some mechanics screamed in joy. Others screamed in pain. A few curled into a fetal position just from emotional whiplash. But mostly, they screamed from the realization that it could actually be done.

"BROTHER!"

Luca, who had been deep in concentration with three different near-finished mechas, snapped to attention.

He turned, wide-eyed, and when he saw the screen, he smiled brightly and ran over.

"You did it!" he beamed.

Ollie, still sprawled like a pancake, reached out with open arms and sobbed, "BROTHER! UWAAAAA!"

Luca caught him mid-wail and blinked. Then remembered Xavier’s advice. It was somewhere between the 34th hour when Luca started seeing everyone’s defeated look. And it was obvious that fewer and fewer people were trying to see if they were successful in polishing their components.

And the heir who didn’t have that much practice in leading people felt like he needed to do something about this, or they might have no mechanics left. So he thought about asking Xavier, informing him about what had happened in a rather lengthy message.

In reality, Luca wasn’t sure if it was a good time to ask because there were times when his schedule wasn’t fixed, but surprisingly, he received a reply.

[XAVIER: I see. You may want to try positive reinforcement. It seems like the people of House Kyros are easily affected by rewards from you.]

Luca blinked at the message, momentarily confused.

Positive reinforcement? Would that also work in this situation?

Then again, he did remember how everyone had gone feral the last time they had a competition. Even those who looked like they were at death’s door managed to rise like resurrected warriors.

Curious, Luca typed back a question.

[LUCA: How much should I offer as a reward?]

The reply came quickly, and it only puzzled him more.

[XAVIER: No, money might not work; it would be better to try it with food or trinkets. But food may be the best, so everyone, including you, could take a break and eat.]

Luca tilted his head.

[LUCA: Food? Would that be good enough?]

A part of him was skeptical. In his mind, rewards for such accomplished people should probably be grander—resources, access, schematics, high-grade tools. Something...more?

[XAVIER: More than enough. Please remember to make some for yourself. If I finish up here soon, can I drop by?]

Luca paused.

Make food...for myself?

Since the day he made D-29’s mecha, the little system had been adamant about reminding him, but then it seems like Xavier had also been concerned. But more than anything, the question made his heart skip.

[LUCA: What about rest?! Wouldn’t it be better for you to rest when you get the chance?]

But really, if someone should be worried, it should be Luca because Xavier had been pushing himself. Between the academy, the frontlines, and now new negotiations—shouldn’t he be resting?

The response made Luca go still.

[XAVIER: Yes, that’s why I was hoping to see you.]

Luca’s eyes widened. His heart squeezed.

Ehem.

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