[{"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-715":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},630800,871,"Chapter 715: Despair and Wrath","the-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-chapter-715",715,"\u003Cp>Now, from far away, one Duke was silently wishing he were in the position of those confused soldiers on the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least if he were in their place, he’d already be breathing the same air as his family—smelly, possibly toxic air, but still the same air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet there he was, in his lonesome—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>(Ahem,the staff would beg to differ.)\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right,again, from the top!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There he was, in his lonesome, unable to reach them fast enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a tragic sight. A man of power, dignity, and unshakable authority... currently drooping like an unwatered houseplant in a luxury seat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every now and then, a soft, miserable sigh would escape him—one so heavy that it visibly deflated the morale of everyone in the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The attendant quietly motioned for someone to offer the Duke tea.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tea bearer trembled. \"He’s already had seven cups, sir.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then offer him eight!\" the attendant hissed, desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another employee whispered, \"Should we... should we distract him?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"With what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t know, maybe a report? Or a picture?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was too late.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Duke of Kyros, Leander himself, had entered the phase of grief that no staff training manual could prepare them for: the dramatic lamentation of a father separated from his family.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why does the universe conspire against me?\" he muttered, clutching his shirt with one hand while staring out the viewport like a heartbroken poet. \"My wife, the children, my poor, poor Luca—how could fate be so cruel?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Grace, the transport will be ready in five minutes,\" an officer said cautiously.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Five minutes?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That single phrase echoed with the despair of a man told that his son was going back to school.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Duke stood abruptly, pacing like a caged beast. \"If it were up to me, I’d already be gone! Why must we wait for clearance?!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The staff collectively decided not to mention that clearance was required becausethe last time, the Duke’s words had probably struck a chord with Duke Vantari.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But could anyone really stop him when he looked like that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was practically chewing his own shirt in frustration now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If I go now, they’ll detain my men,\" he muttered, half to himself, half to the heavens. \"But if I stay, I’ll die of longing!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your Grace,\" someone ventured carefully, \"you did insult Duke Vantari’s goatee at the last auction. Entering his sector unannounced might, um, cause... issues.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Leander froze, staring blankly at the unfortunate soul who dared to speak the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with the gravitas of a man meeting destiny head-on, he exhaled. \"A scandal then. So be it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>__\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Meanwhile, back on the battlefield of Zone Four, chaos had erupted again—this time not because of the enemy, but because of the Marshal’s latest order.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one expected it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the stationed soldiers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the new arrivals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And certainly not the pilots who were just about to return after their mechas were repaired.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t a request, and so they really had to evacuate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait, Marshal—did you say all manual mechas?\" Curtis asked carefully, hoping it was just a bad signal or an auditory hallucination caused by exhaustion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes,\" Marshal Julian confirmed without hesitation. \"All of them.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a long pause. The kind that made even the static on the comms sound nervous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curtis cleared his throat, trying again. \"Including the ones that just landed?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes, Captain,\" came the clipped response.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even through the static, one could hear the collective disbelief spreading like wildfire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the Marshal had his reasons.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>How could he not?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because as much as he wanted to keep every available unit for support, even he wasn’t entirely sure what was about to happen next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the weapon now loaded and hopefully ready for use in his arsenal—the one said to have defeated something even worse than the bloom—was foreign to all of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And after experiencing the horror that was Luca’s benchmarking, it was always best to expect the unexpected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>However, as if predicting the future, the soldiers suddenly found themselves thankful for the Marshal’s earlier command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because without warning, the ground trembled again. It was deep, heavy, and long, as if the planet itself were holding its breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The waters churned so badly that it felt like the horizon tilted, and their radars started screeching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The aberrant bloom—once terrifyingly still—was once again moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What in Solaris’ name...\" someone breathed, wide-eyed as the massive organism rippled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the control center, Eden’s voice came through the channel, alarmed and shaky. \"Something’s wrong with it. It’s definitely writhing...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her warning barely reached them before her next words exploded across the comms.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Watch out!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the next thing everyone saw were tentacles.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They erupted from the water like spears, snapping upward and forward with enough force to slice through air and sound alike. In a blur, they struck toward the nearest group of manual mechas—specifically, the ones retreating for evacuation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Move! Now!\" Curtis shouted, but the attack came too fast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One of the fleeing mechas was hit—its thruster sputtered violently, smoke bursting from the impact.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thruster failure! I’m losing control—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before panic could take over, a white-and-silver blur flashed across their view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A biomecha under House Kyros intercepted the next strike, sword cleaving through the incoming tentacle with a crack that echoed across the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dismembered limb fell, and yet it was only one of the many.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Move! Get them out of there!\" barked another voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Several manual mechas rushed in, grabbing their damaged comrade and boosting them toward safety. It wasn’t graceful, but it worked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They managed to pull away, just as another wave of tentacles emerged from the water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The battlefield had transformed again—no longer chaotic, but desperate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Duchess Amelia narrowed her eyes as she watched the monstrous bloom thrash in agitation. Its massive form heaved, churning the sea into whirlpools.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For some reason, to her, it felt as if the monster was extremely agitated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Could it have realized that the prey were escaping?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mecha turned, blades gleaming as she ordered sharply, \"Form up! Protect the retreating mechas!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instantly, the soldiers under her command began moving. The mechas surged forward in coordinated lines, blocking and dealing with the tentacles that were trying to hunt down the manual mechas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The comms filled with hurried acknowledgments, clashing sounds, and shouted instructions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every second counted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every impact against their shields sent shockwaves through their systems, yet none of them faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They just had to buy time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But unbeknownst to the desperate soldiers, they weren’t the only ones running out of time.\u003C\u002Fp>",1090,"2026-06-02T06:16:39.630Z",1,"novelbin.me","9fdc75a7ba0d46399f4e7e256b8c5b473d03d46dc921bc7ff70a384742841030","the-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-chapter-716","the-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-chapter-714",1073,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fthe-royal-military-academy-s-impostor-owns-a-dun-cover.jpg"]