The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 616

Chapter 616: A Dungeon Manager’s Pride

Ah, yes.

But only if he could keep his companion’s eyes open long enough for a greeting.

Ollie had been truly forced into the simulation chamber with everyone, including Luca, who wanted to observe how the others were doing after some time of training.

The very first run turned into a marvelous spectacle. To their collective shock, the famous mop actually endured ten whole minutes more inside. Ten! Considering how long it had been since his last attempt, everyone was floored.

But what surprised them wasn’t just the number—it was the condition of the blonde and the absurdity of their strategy.

For one, this was the first time any of them had seen someone talk the entire way through the suppression simulation.

Yes.

One chipmunk and one mop were gossiping like washerwomen while the others sweated blood.

They whispered privately about how Luca even came up with this idea, and how Ollie, of all people, had ended up as a Dungeon Manager.

"Brother, what even is a Dungeon Manager?" the blonde gasped out between gritted teeth, his entire body trembling as if trying to resist an earthquake. He was struggling, yes, but his curiosity flared so wildly that he felt he might actually die if the answer wasn’t given.

Luca blinked, calm as ever despite the intensity of the chamber. "Well, brother, I’m not entirely sure either. But according to D-29, it’s basically a position that has access to the system of the dungeon."

The onlookers blinked at the two, whom they couldn’t hear, but whose gestures were impossible to miss.

This was the suppression simulation. The chamber that wrung people dry and left even hardened soldiers feeling like rag dolls.

And these two were having a casual Q&A session in the middle of it.

"..."

Meanwhile Luca’s mind drifted back to the long nights he had spent testing external piloting methods. Three different approaches, three different disappointments.

Not failures, exactly.

Because they worked.

But they drained far too much spiritual energy for his liking, and the lag was noticeable. Generally, it would’ve been fine, but considering who was going to use it and the strain it would put on both Ollie and Kyle, the golden-eyed experimenter felt he couldn’t settle for just that.

That was when D-29 had interrupted him, voice chiming proudly inside his head.

"Host, why not just use D-64 for the mecha while maintaining remote access?"

Luca had blinked. "Wait... that’s possible?"

"Of course, Host!" D-29 sounded smug, as though this was the most obvious thing in the world.

But Luca frowned, conflicted. "But I was really hoping to make this for Ollie... If D-64 is used this way, then how could he work with Ollie when normally the little one only communicates with us?"

There was a pause. And then, with the kind of triumph only a system could muster, D-29 declared:

"Then Host, why not just promote Lord Ollie as a Dungeon Manager!"

"...A Dungeon Manager?" Luca echoed in shock.

"Yes, Host!" D-29 answered with glee. "Although really it is more of a supervisorial position, since D-64 is still incapable of using most managerial functions."

Luca tilted his head. "Supervisorial position...?"

"Yes! Something similar to Steward Han, Host! You remain the Owner, I remain the Manager of Managers, and then Steward Han and Lord Ollie can act as supervisors!"

"Wow, although why is it called a Dungeon Manager when it’s really a supervisor?" Luca murmured, his golden eyes widening. "But more than that, is that really possible, even though we still can’t access D-64’s dungeon?"

D-29 wanted to protest that, of course, it’s just a title because the systems are the true managers! Right?

Right?

However, the little system opted to answer the other question, as it was also unsure why the creators would use that term when it was clearly false.

"Well, yes, Host. But the only real benefit for now is access to D-64’s inventory, which is separate from your main dungeon’s inventory. Of course, since you own it, you can access it too!"

"...Ah, I see." Luca tapped his chin.

"But then again, Host, it only opens a communication channel," D-29 added importantly. "It doesn’t actually teach D-64 how to fight."

Luca’s brows knitted. "Hmm... if that’s the case..." He thought hard, until suddenly his eyes brightened. "Then maybe it’s better to start teaching D-64 about this directly."

Somewhere in the training hall, Sid—faithful guardian mecha—froze. He shivered as though something dreadful was slithering his way. True terror, however, was still waiting for him, because Luca had just remembered something.

"If D-29 and D-64 like learning through dramas," Luca mused out loud, "then why not show D-64 superhero shows?"

D-29 was wondering what that was, but the host seemed excited; therefore, it should be a good idea!

Sure enough, what a brilliant idea—for everyone but Kyle Nox.

Because Kyle was clearly going to be the unlucky one who had to live with the consequences of a hyperactive, superhero-inspired D-64.

Meanwhile, Ollie was listening intently to his brother’s story, his big eyes watery. Luca remembered him. Luca had given him something important. Him!

His chest swelled with pride. He had not just been given a task. He had been given a title.

Of course, D-29 still had to remind him about seniority. "Lord Ollie must remember, you are the lowest-ranked manager in the family tree."

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