[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-the-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun":3,"chapter-the-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-the-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-chapter-214":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL]",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},630274,871,"Chapter 214: Connection Sequence","the-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-chapter-214",214,"\u003Cp>After more than 200 space hours trying to build a biomecha for one anxious little system, they were finally trying it on today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nearly completed biomecha loomed in the center of the hangar, its frame a patchwork of gleaming alloys and skeletal connectors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was huge, just like the other mechas but Luca only realized just how imposing it would be like once it was assembled like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And although unfinished, the disbelieving mecha maker could already imagine what it could look like with that expensive plating that hadn’t even been polished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet, as it is, Luca was already pretty happy, and if not for D-29’s insistence on aesthetics, the penny pincher would’ve been fine with this look as long as it worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Provided it works.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which was exactly the point of their current gathering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite how far they’d come, one simple truth still hung in the air:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They might fail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially after D-29’s very insightful yet seriously gleeful exclamations of how \"There’s only a 37% chance of catastrophic failure, Host!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And when asked where this obviously daunting number came from, the little system proudly prompted, \"Host, about that... I may have factored in your past success rates with first attempts.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But don’t worry, I applied a slight bias to account for emotional resilience!\" It added cheerfully or as cheerful as a handful of animated cheers could go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, even the system was worried as this was something the Host had worked hard on.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was all for D-29.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All for the system to test if it was really possible to connect as the AI of the biomecha like it did with Sid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was just that they couldn’t run the Synapse reactor until this test was done and would have to do it with Luca actually supplying energy as a pilot.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this was something that Xavier almost dissuaded him from doing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was one thing to build it, but another thing to test it for the first time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was akin to sitting inside a possible bomb while lighting an accidental fuse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But Xavier stopped himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since he trusted his little chipmunk, then the Prince should trust him with decisions like this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, that wouldn’t stop him from standing close to the trove in case he needed to purchase a revive pill.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And well, there was also checking and re-checking for any leaks with his visual resonance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, when Luca said, \"Okay. Last check. Are all the connectors in place?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xavier was able to respond with, \"Verified. No energy leaks detected. Stabilizers are aligned,\" after checking for the seventh time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And if it doesn’t work?\" Ollie asked in a murmur, actually trembling in his boots.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one really wanted to answer that because it likely would be distressing in every way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, instead of acknowledging the elephant in the room, they just fixed their gazes on the hangar’s main console, quietly ensuring every single readout was accounted for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If anything looks unstable,\" Xavier said in a low voice, \"you disengage. Immediately.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luca nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Xavier looked at tad bit scary, and he also had no death wish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But as he moved toward the cockpit, he couldn’t shake the twinge of worry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What if he made a mistake?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or forgot something along the way?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or, worse, didn’t know about something crucial?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The biomecha wasn’t just a project. It was the culmination of weeks of sleepless effort, countless recalculations, and stubborn, endless trial and error.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was also going to be D-29.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cockpit hissed open with a hydraulic whirr, exposing the pilot’s seat and the strange, nerve-like cables that lined the interior. It was both clinical and oddly alive — a reflection of the mecha’s organic integration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ready when you are,\" Luca murmured, though it was mostly to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He settled into the seat, the grip of the restraints activating automatically. Despite the heavy thrum of the hangar around him, the inside of the cockpit felt eerily still.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment he touched the interface, a pulse of warmth greeted him. The mecha was waiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"D-29.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Host?\" The little system’s prompts had shifted, still chipper but tinged with something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nervous?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Ideally, no, Host. But considering the circumstances, I should be. When faced with major events like this, they always say that the heart ba-dumps.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was very much like D-29, and Luca smiled faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Beginning connection sequence.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Outside the cockpit, Xavier and Ollie braced. The hangar’s lights dimmed slightly as the system drew power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bio mecha’s core flickered, not with the vibrant, unnatural blue of conventional reactors but with a golden hue—warm and steady.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>D-29’s presence expanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m here, Host,\" the little system whispered, though this time, the voice came from everywhere at once. A hum resonated through the biomecha’s frame. The cables tightened, and the joints gave a faint whirr.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reactor’s glow remained steady, but nothing else happened. The biomecha’s limbs remained still, unnervingly so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seconds stretched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luca’s fingers hovered nervously over the controls. \"Uh, D-29?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What just happened?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Wasn’t it alright earlier?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xavier’s jaw tightened. \"Did it—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—Fail?\" Ollie finished, voice tight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The golden glow didn’t flicker. The energy readings still held stable, but the complete lack of movement made every second feel heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luca swallowed. \"D-29, are you—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The little mechanic was extremely anxious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was one thing to fail in creating a biomecha that could house D-29, but it was a totally different thing to lose his friend from failing at this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh! Oh, sorry, Host!\" D-29’s voice finally burst through, chipper as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I was just... um... checking something!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You were what???\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well...\" There was a tiny, awkward pause. \"I didn’t know which leg goes first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luca blinked. \"What?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know! When you walk!\" The system sounded strangely embarrassed. \"I couldn’t remember if it was the left or the right leg! And Sid wasn’t answering me right away, so I had to wait until he confirmed it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Apologies, Host. He’s the best at limb stuff! I mean, healmosthad a lot of them!\" D-29 chirped as if that were the most logical answer in the universe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a beat of silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xavier pinched the bridge of his nose. \"So, just to clarify. You didn’t crash. You didn’t overload. You... forgot how to walk.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Technically, I never knew how in the first place!\" D-29 said brightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luca, despite the sheer absurdity of the situation, laughed — a breathless, relieved sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that, the knot that had taken root in his chest was just untangled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright, alright. Left leg first. Got it. Ready when you are.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a hum of determination from the system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Left leg first!’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finally, the massive frame of the biomecha shifted. One enormous metal leg creaked forward in a deliberately careful motion. The joints held—there were no sudden sparks, no catastrophic collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another step followed. Awkward but functional.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m doing it!\" D-29 cheered. \"Host! I’m walking!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luca’s smile grew, the weight of anticipation finally lifting. \"Yeah,\" he said softly. \"It’s working.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The biomecha stood tall, its limbs now moving with a semblance of stability.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Awkward, yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But undeniably functional. D-29 had proudly managed a few shaky steps, and Luca was grinning like a fool in the cockpit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the real test had yet to come.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Okay,\" Luca exhaled, steeling himself. \"That was... promising.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Very promising, Host!\" D-29 added cheerfully. \"Left leg, right leg — I’m practically a professional walker now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Congratulations,\" Sid interjected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now, try not to explode.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the next step wasn’t just walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the Synapse Reactor.\u003C\u002Fp>",1265,"2026-06-02T06:16:21.520Z",1,"novelbin.me","d5f2e603a36983bd469549a0187cafb1401643437c2c0115d1940b9f05871b3a","the-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-chapter-215","the-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-chapter-213",1073,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-cover.jpg"]