[{"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-289":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},630049,871,"Chapter 289: Lobby","the-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-chapter-289",289,"\u003Cp>Butler Gary stood like a statue. Impossibly still and gloriously livid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment a pirate lifted his gun and shoved it into the side of a teenager’s head—one who had tried to shield their sibling with their arms—the butler’s knuckles cracked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Duke Leander turned. Just slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They didn’t speak, not needing to do so after years of developing their tacit understanding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But before they could move, they noticed the pirates stirring relentlessly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was because one frazzled rescuer couldn’t stand what was about to happen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luca’s breath caught in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were almost there—barely a few meters from the main corridor leading into the passenger lobby—but everything changed when they rounded the corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What they saw froze him in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Civilians. Dozens of them. Huddled in the center of the room, arms around each other, shielding children with trembling bodies.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the pirates.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>These weren’t the type they’d dealt with earlier—these people were playing for themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One in particular stood out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tall, wiry man with wild eyes and a streak of vanity painted across every exaggerated gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gear was newer, cleaner—his weapon polished like a display piece. And yet, he paraded around like he owned the place, smirking and snapping his fingers as if waiting for applause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t like being questioned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They heard him sneer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I said, I’m in charge now. Anyone who wants to question that?\" He turned toward one of the other pirates who had hesitated to follow his lead.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The man raised a brow. \"You sure about that? Since when—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A harsh laugh cut through the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, I’m sure.\" The vain one didn’t wait for the sentence to finish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, he grabbed a nearby teen by the arm and yanked them upright from the cluster of civilians.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No—!\" One of the parents cried out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the pirate was already swinging the butt of his gun toward the teenager’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luca’s world tilted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t think. There wasn’t time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All he knew was that they wouldn’t make it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And so he willed it. Luca took the gun as he thought about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The gun vanished from the pirate’s hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It reappeared instantly in Luca’s Dungeon Inventory—the motion almost seamless. But the disruption had been loud enough, noticeable enough, to break the fragile silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"WHAT THE—?!\" the pirate screeched, spinning around.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The other traitors turned, startled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some aimed their weapons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>D-29 noticed the sudden change in positions and made a prompt about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luca stiffened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The civilians screamed, ducking down. The pirates, realizing something was wrong, moved fast. Too fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One grabbed a young girl by the collar, yanking her up as a makeshift shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although, if some were being honest, it was the fact that they couldn’t see the enemy that got them reacting like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They may not recognize laws and states, but they sure as hell recognize the supernatural!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And right now, one of them looked like he was being haunted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Guns were pointed everywhere as the hijackers tried looking around for anything suspicious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The well-meaning guild leader could barely breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He definitely messed up. He got carried away and rushed in before thinking about the consequences.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then suddenly, a warm, ungloved hand closed over his.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t say anything. He just squeezed gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luca’s breath hitched, but he nodded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was barely noticeable. And even the focused rescuer wouldn’t have seen it if not for his ability to use visual resonance like it was second nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It started with a subtle shimmer in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a ripple across glass, faint distortions in space bloomed behind seven of the enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They weren’t big; if anything, they’d look too small to be noticed unless someone was really paying attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the hostages were busy cowering, and the pirates were busy looking everywhere but behind their necks to notice anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, not until it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luca felt Xavier’s hand tighten slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, sharp, crystalline shards of ice shot out of each distortion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It happened all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven clean kills.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each icicle pierced the back of a neck or spine, instant and silent—death delivered with the quiet force of precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a single shot rang out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And not a single hostage was harmed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seven bodies dropped like marionettes with cut strings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the rest froze in horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luca stared, lips parted, breath caught in his throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xavier had bloodless ice mist curling from his fingertips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>All of it felt cold. And yet, however Luca looked at it, this was the same Xavier who would even dry his hair while he slept.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, the same Prince only had to do this because he had made a mess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luca didn’t know what to say.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he wasn’t the only one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For stationed by his assigned exit was Killian, who stood stunned. His eyes didn’t blink as he took in the aftermath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had seen many forms of death. But this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t just an assassination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was evolution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw Xavier lower his hand, slowly, quietly, before turning towards Luca.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Prince’s expression wasn’t triumphant. It wasn’t cold. It was...gentle. Uncertain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Almost nervous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t hear what they were talking about unless he heightened his senses, but with all these wailing passengers, he’d likely hurt his head if he tried.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But if he did, he would’ve heard Xavier’s unfamiliar words.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now,\" Xavier said softly, \"you don’t have to learn that technique yet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luca blinked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then smiled up at the man who didn’t feel foreign. His heart still thundered—but it wasn’t in fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe not today,\" he said. \"But soon, although I might not be able to use the same thing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xavier agreed, full knowing that he’d likely nod at any of Luca’s claims.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>On the other hand, Killian squinted as his blood pressure surged. Fault him for only remembering the most important aspect of all this just now. But it had really been a hectic day, so everyone might as well give him a break.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Imperial Crown Prince had awakened his bloodline abilities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was now eligible to succeed the throne.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And this bastard Kyle didn’t say shit!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The official saw everyone else entering to appease the panicked passengers, and he, of all people had to get his shit together and think about things later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, way later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, he should just be thankful that no hostages had to die today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although maybe it was because it was his turn.\u003C\u002Fp>",1075,"2026-06-02T06:16:21.520Z",1,"novelbin.me","8c1a84be8f9dd03e9c93dd1fb116a6c0080e5b11604a743e7a07f737f4c11e66","the-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-chapter-290","the-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-chapter-288",1073,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-cover.jpg"]