The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 775

Chapter 775: The Descent

In his years as an educator to children and young adults, Instructor Falco had learned several things.

The value of flexibility, the readiness to expect the unexpected, and the reality that absolute silence was a precursor to a likely heart attack.

So what else did he expect from the children who couldn’t be reached?

Thump.

Thump.

Thump.

It wasn’t drums this time. Rather, it was the sound of their collective heartbeat as that single bright point in the sky that should’ve been nothing, grew before them.

Sharper, then brighter, before splitting into a stream of glinting lights that cascaded across the blue horizon.

A roar rippled through the crowd as people pointed upward.

"Look!"

"What are those—?!"

"!!!"

It was so high up that people had to crane their necks to see, but when they did, they finally made out what it was. And gasps erupted amongst the crowd.

Huh?

Mechas?!

From what could only be a battleship, Falco watched as white mechas spilled in breathtaking numbers.

But instead of dispatching one at a time, they seemed to be connected, forming a pattern like flowing water, spiraling downward in smooth, sweeping arcs.

The spiral tightened.

Rotated. Then loosened.

A storm of white light twirled overhead, majestic and terrifying.

Then the gasps intensified as a double helix of smoke trailed in the sky as new mechas moved.

But from the very core of the spiral, something else broke free—a spear of blazing color, spinning downward in a vertical plunge, trailing light like a comet’s tail.

It fell.

Blazing so fast that the cameras had to be readjusted.

Even the commentators forgot how to speak as the "meteor" blazed toward the ground.

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But before the impact that had Falco clutching the armrest with both hands could happen, something even more shocking occurred.

The giant holographic screens flickered—

Then zoomed sharply into the blazing "meteor."

Strangled exclamations rippled across the venue because the blazing object was not debris.

It was a mecha.

A mecha wrapped in a fire-like aura, barreling downward at a speed so reckless that even the bravest soldiers instinctively took a step back. The screens shook slightly as the camera drones struggled to keep up.

And then the impossible happened.

Right as the mecha swooped dangerously close to the towering buildings framing the plaza, its cockpit locks began to open.

"What—?!"

"Is it malfunctioning?!"

"No, no, no, no—"

Hundreds of audience members who had paid for front-row seats were suddenly on their feet, hands clutching their heads, eyes stretched wide in disbelief.

The cockpit slid open fully.

Then, before the mecha arched back upward in an explosive burst of speed, something jumped out, no, walked out.

The same figure who took a step only to fall from that terrifying height.

BOOM.

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