The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 608

Chapter 608: Killian’s Descent into Madness

Although maybe the break had been beneficial.

Because if they had just gone through with the meeting—setting times, arranging logistics, arguing over which noble families should be invited—then wouldn’t they have ended up redoing everything?

Yes. Absolutely yes.

Especially after seeing the so-called rejected weapons that Luca had prepared for the auction.

In fact, there could have been even more items if they had included all the rejects. However, after being thoroughly lectured by Big Brother Killian and Master Quinn, they were forced to eliminate anything made from "unheard-of materials."

That basically wiped out everything Luca had crafted with purified trash cube alloys. Which was, in Luca’s eyes, a shame.

But perhaps he was the only one who thought so. Because everyone else who gathered to look at the items simply could not understand Luca’s definition of rejects.

It even required Master Quinn to explain.

"Our Young Lord is of the mind that if we are to do something, it should be done in the best possible way. Therefore, for his people, it is important to give only the very best, especially when it is clearly possible." Master Quinn said, his voice trembling as though he was holding back tears.

Those listening thought he was moved. They thought he was touched beyond words. But in truth, Master Quinn was quivering because he still remembered how they nearly perished from failing to meet the passing rates when the boy had first forced them to polish every single part to perfection.

Ah, how time flies!

Now they were able to churn out base mecha models continuously, having mastered the selection of flawless materials that yielded the perfect polish.

Ehem. Of course, it was not exactly something to be proud of, considering they were still unable to polish imperfect parts to perfection. But their Young Lord had declared that it was no problem, so they carried on.

It was just that even Master Quinn still worried about the "worst" items that were being auctioned. Because their worst looked suspiciously like everyone else’s dreams. A good thing for progress, yes, but perhaps a very bad thing for safety.

And then there was Killian.

He stood by the long table, scanning each item on display with a stiff face, muttering aloud as though reading off a funeral list.

"A-grade Alloy Arm Actuator... durability, seventy-eight percent... CF value, seventy-two percent..."

His eyes narrowed, moving to the next.

"Knee stabilizer rotors... durability, eighty-one percent... CF value, seventy-five percent..."

Around the table he went, muttering like a priest at a wake, each number he spoke making the room feel heavier.

The deeper he went, the worse it became. Except it was not worse at all. It was too good. Far, far too good.

By the time he reached the S-grade weapons, Killian’s muttering sounded less like a soldier’s report and more like the groaning curses of a ghost bound to its doom.

"Retractable Blade-Wing... Materials... Aetherium veins with Spirit-tempered alloys..."

"A Heavy Arm Shield... Materials... Beast-bone core plated with Binding Titanium..."

"A Forged Sword... Materials... CF value, eighty-two hundred... Voidfang Alloy core with phase-honed edge..."

Each number rolled off his tongue like a dirge, his voice dropping lower and lower as though he were being dragged into despair.

Those who listened could only stare at Luca’s rejects with disbelief.

Killian, however, kept going. His face was dark, his muttering relentless. And then—something shifted.

The corners of his mouth twitched. His breath hitched. And suddenly, the man who had been mumbling like a ghost let out a laugh. Then another. Until the chamber was echoing with the low, unhinged laughter of someone who had seen too much.

Because what kind of security would be needed for an event like this?

What if they simply surprised everyone? No announcements, no plans, just throw the rejects into the world and let nobles and criminals fight it out together. Because clearly someone had a death wish.

Or maybe he had a death wish.

Or maybe he was this close to going insane.

The laughter grew until it cracked, loud and wild, his shoulders shaking as his voice echoed against the walls.

And then, just as suddenly, he stopped.

Breathing out slowly, he straightened, the madness slipping into something eerily calm.

As if, by falling off the edge, the madman had reached enlightenment.

The deranged smile on his face made it clear: Killian Nox had found zen through insanity.

And Luca, completely oblivious, only tilted his head and said, "Ah, but these were failures. Since then, we’ve really tried to produce better ones."

Him. Definitely him.

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