[{"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-292":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},630052,871,"Chapter 292: Try Me","the-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-chapter-292",292,"\u003Cp>But not everyone could be as lucky as someone who could now skip cow therapy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Especially not one Killian Nox who needed to extend his leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>See, the Chief of Staff had been through enough today to last him the next five years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’s had to commute to a nearby planet only to be hijacked on the way. Then, he had to be led around by his younger brother’s gremlin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But worse was how he’s been trying to avoid hearing and seeing more things to at least claim ignorance in all this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now what?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, he had stumbled on a scene that was, perhaps, the most damaging of all for a cannon fodder like him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had only come to check the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just check.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His boots were quiet, his steps purposeful, and his internal monologue was already halfway through a debate about opting to be an only child.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then he saw it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Xavier—Imperial Crown Prince, perennial iceberg, supposed figurehead of the next century—gently leaning toward a bright-eyed, flustered cadet who was clutching a milk bottle like a lifeline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, had he been threatening, Killian wouldn’t have thought anything odd about it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But he was smiling as hemurmured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes, murmured and notmurdered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killian backed up two steps and slammed into the corner of the wall, just out of view, eyes wide in horror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surely, he could ignore this as part of Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And there would definitely be no need to relay anything to the concerned Empress.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was still gaslighting himself when his younger brother and initial culprit passed by, apparently trying to slink off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Where do you think you’re going?\" Killian’s voice was low—lethal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It slithered down the corridor like a cold current, sharp and precise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyle froze mid-step. His body went rigid, like prey that had just heard the click of a predator’s jaw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t turn around right away. Of course not. He knew that voice too well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killian.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Who else?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of all the places, of all the times, it had to benowand in this spacecraft.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyle turned slowly, like a robot who hadn’t been oiled properly. His expression was carefully schooled into something neutral—borderline sheepish, but nottoosheepish. \"Oh. Hey, big brother.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh, wow.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What do you know? The dead could speak?!\" Killian’s voice was calm—too calm, in the way that promised impending psychological damage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Here we all thought you’d succumb to sudden death or loss of all limbs to the point where you couldn’t even hit answer on your terminal!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killian’s boots sounded unnervingly casual as he approached. \"Let me guess—you were just going to disappear again, only to reemerge next year with a set of twins or something?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyle started slowly. \"I was going to check the remaining pirates. You know, work.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Right,\" Killian deadpanned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Because one worker who had dropped off the grid is claiming to work right now, of all times.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyle opened his mouth. Closed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I had three interplanetary search queries open,\" Killian continued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Two trackers tracing your last social ping and one resignation letter drafted in case your corpse turned up somewhere unflattering and our parents decide to bury me alive with you.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You little shit!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I didn’tmeanto drop comms,\" Kyle muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Okay,he did. But not because he was trying to skip work. In fact, he’d done it because he was trying to keep his post.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh no, of course not.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why keep your family updated when you could just go viral to shock us all?\" Killian’s eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"And don’t get me started on the zero incident reports. Because if my ass had not been here, you’d likely not submit anything about this.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fair point.Thought the younger brother, who had contingency plans for sweeping it all under the rug.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"There were...delays,\" Kyle offered weakly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Sure, let me delay your oxygen intake!\" Threatened the official, who felt more like a reaper right now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyle exhaled. \"Look. I know this looks bad—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Bad? No. Bad would be if you were caught smuggling black-market materials.\" Killian gestured broadly to the general chaos of the lounge. \"This is ’resign or be reassigned to the Outer Rim’ bad.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I couldn’t say anything! Not that I didn’t want to—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You didn’t even sayhi-bye.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyle winced. \"Okay,that one’s on me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killian eyed him. \"And your boss?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The poor adjutant sighed. \"Now, I can’t talk about that. If you’re going to strangle me, go ahead.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For there are far worse ways to go.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killian rubbed his temples. \"Gods, I need a break.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can’t explain everything yet,\" Kyle said carefully. \"Not without clearance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killian raised a brow. \"So give me a reason not to inform our parents that their baby boy is getting married.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Brother, are you crazy?!\" Shrieked Kyle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Try me. Who do you think has been driving me crazy for years now?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyle narrowed his eyes at his relentless brother and figured he needed to use this plan. \"Fine. I’ll make you a bet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Please. Enlighten me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"One billion Star coins,\" Kyle said. \"That’s how sure I am. When you find out the full picture, you’ll agree it was right to stay quiet.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killian squinted at him. \"You’re bluffing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m not. And even if I was, wouldn’t you want to know what kind of mess is worththatkind of bet?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That actually got Killian to pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed. \"Fine. But you’re explaining everything. Eventually. And if you leave outanything,I’m adding another ten years to your service contract.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kyle offered a hand. \"Deal.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Killian took it—and squeezed hard enough to crack bone if not for Kyle’s S-rank physique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then he let go and turned away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He’d file the emotional damage report later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe they’d both file a report and see who gets to submit it faster.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But first, they must finish dealing with today’s trash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because as much as he wanted to lie down and forget the last eight hours ever happened, there was still work to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And those pirates weren’t going to interrogate themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He glanced around the room full of questionable people one last time and sighed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Time to earn that extended leave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Alright,\" he muttered darkly, \"Let’s see which of these locked-up bastards feel like talking.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",1028,"2026-06-02T06:16:21.520Z",1,"novelbin.me","a7b43e9e4f0d4cd3c7b6f49cd8a9be3a03ae18a1805a0ef667db755705f2641d","the-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-chapter-293","the-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-chapter-291",1073,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-cover.jpg"]