The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] Chapter 1248: Accept?

To be clear, seeing a holographic prompt for the people of the Stellar Engineering Era was as common, or even more common, than people seeing their own reflections.

With most people practically glued to the convenience offered by their terminals, it wasn’t unusual to see someone walking around with several holographic widgets floating in front of them, visible only to their eyes as they went about their day.

One such person was the Tech Specialist, whose eyes were currently fixed on a rather blown-up prompt that would’ve seemed perfectly standard had the very person who’d apparently brought them there not looked so confused by it.

Still trying to process everything, the infamous witch of the Military HQ slowly turned her head toward Luca.

Her mouth seemed to have stopped functioning properly, mostly because there were so many questions fighting to come out at once that she couldn’t decide which one deserved to go first.

But even through the total overstimulation, alarm bells started ringing in her head when she realized that Luca Kyros looked a tad bit too gobsmacked for this to be a regular occurrence.

Her rising panic certainly wasn’t helped when Curtis finally managed to voice the question neither of them seemed capable of properly putting into words.

"Uh... Is that ?"

The young Kyros hesitated before answering.

"Well, maybe this one," he said, pointing a finger at the enormous prompt. But then he shifted the same finger toward something farther away. "But that one."

"?"

Eden followed where his finger had moved.

Her gaze traveled past the prompt and into the distance, where three massive prongs of light were shooting straight up into the sky!

Obviously, her pupils dilated in pure distress, but it wasn’t simply because Luca had said that the sudden light show was unusual.

because which part of this was even to begin with?!

Was it normal for her to suddenly end up in some enormous, unfamiliar place without even taking a single step outside Marshal Julian’s office?!

Was it normal for her feet to touch ridiculously lush grass for all of a few seconds before the scenery changed and they immediately found themselves standing in front of some unrecognizable tower?!

And was she seriously expected to ignore all the familiar faces already gathered there?!

Because unless she’d somehow suffered severe brain damage during whatever had just happened, that was definitely Minister Kordell over there with something questionable sitting on top of his head.

And Princess Nina. Her duck, her wolf, and even the all-too-busy Imperial butler!

Then, as if Eden needed further evidence that she might’ve suffered a concussion, there was another young royal standing among them who, judging by those very distinctive ears, wasn’t even from the Empire of Solaris!

"???"

Thankfully accustomed to seeing, hearing, and experiencing things most people would probably dismiss as some elaborate hoax, her confusion eventually gave way to an extreme suspension of disbelief.

Then again, it was either that or an asylum for her, so suspension it was.

However, just when she thought her blood pressure was finally starting to stabilize, she noticed something moving in the distance.

No.

Not something.

of somethings.

There was an entire swarm flying and buzzing through the air and heading straight toward them!

"!"

Eden instinctively tensed.

Curtis noticed it at practically the same time, his posture immediately shifting as both their attention snapped toward the approaching mass.

And yet somehow, inexplicably, didn’t seem to be everyone else’s primary concern either.

No.

Apparently, the central issue here was that the usual singular giant beam of light above the strange building had now split into .

Three!

Maybe Eden and Curtis were simply built differently from everyone else in this place, but how come nobody else seemed remotely worried about the approximately seventeen more questionable things happening around them?!

However, pressing for answers in that moment didn’t seem quite right—especially when Luca told everyone else to back up in the meantime.

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"D-29, we didn’t initiate this, right?" Luca asked uncertainly, his golden eyes still fixed on the enormous prompt hovering in front of them.

The panicked little system immediately reiterated that it most definitely hadn’t logged any sort of request!

"No, Host! I swear! All I had going on were the usual scans, a same-day edit of the earlier oath, and Season 22, Episode 19 of "

D-29 sounded downright indignant about being suspected when it had clearly been occupied with far more important matters!

"I didn’t do anything!"

Actually, that wasn’t particularly difficult to believe.

Because out of everyone who’d had the displeasure of dealing with the bridge’s occasional antics, D-29 probably had the worst opinion of the thing.

According to the little system, the dubious structure had absolutely no respect for proper procedures, communication, or the perfectly reasonable expectation that it should notify the dungeon’s actual manager of managers before doing whatever the hell it wanted!

It simply acted independently whenever it pleased.

Still, Luca stared at the two choices floating before him, wondering what they should do.

They hadn’t really experienced any other untoward incidents with the bridge after figuring out how to vend through it. If anything, despite the questionable way it operated, every connection they’d encountered so far had ultimately resulted in something beneficial.

So maybe accepting another one wouldn’t hurt?

The resident decision-maker hesitated for only a little longer before turning toward everyone else.

"Let’s keep the children farther back first, just in case."

That was enough to get several adults moving immediately.

The younger ones were quickly ushered to a safer distance, while those capable of protecting them naturally shifted closer.

Even the swarm approaching from afar seemed to pick up on the sudden change in atmosphere, moving with considerably more urgency toward a designated location as though they’d all been called over for a collective time-out.

Only after making sure everyone was prepared did Luca turn back toward the prompt.

"Okay."

He took a breath.

Then, with a little bit of hope and a whole lot of prayer that the bridge wouldn’t suddenly decide to ruin everyone’s day, or worse, demand some exorbitant fee, the wary dungeon owner reached out and pressed:

[YES]

The selection flashed.

For one brief moment, nothing happened.

Then Luca’s eyes widened.

Because just as the bridge finished engaging and the familiar prompt appeared—

[BRIDGE CONNECTION NOW ESTABLISHED.]

—something unexpected followed immediately after.

[OPTIONAL UPDATE AVAILABLE!]

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