The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 777

Chapter 777: The Shot of the Century

The livestream control zone was in complete disarray.

Not a messy kind of disarray. More like the silent, vibrating horror of people who realized they were witnessing something monumental and had no idea if they were filming it correctly.

The Director of Photography felt it first.

He stared at the live view of the venue and then the screens in front of him, throat bobbing as he swallowed. The room had been cold and yet he could feel his palms sweating against the console. His breath shook. He had never been both this terrified and this exhilarated in his entire career.

In one possible future, he would rise to fame for capturing this historic moment.

In the other, he would burn in the eternal flames reserved for broadcast failures.

He gulped again.

Harder.

Then he shot up from his chair, nearly sending it rolling into a wall. He planted himself right beside the camera consoles, eyes wide, pupils dilated, his expression shifting as if he understood a divine message that no one else heard.

He looked like the unseen director of DG’s segment had whispered directly into his soul.

He drew in a breath.

Then he bellowed loud enough to rattle the equipment.

"Prepare the shots! I need angles, prepare for all of them! They are coming!"

Everyone froze.

Then looked at him like he had lost his sanity.

Because what angles were even left?

They already had:

The wide shot of the synchronized net of white mechas hovering above in perfect formation.

The dramatic low angles capturing each custom mecha’s majestic entrance, each of which really required its own viewport.

The bird’s eye view spanning the entire parade route.

The medium close-up focused entirely on the crowd and the delegation’s stunned expressions.

Three different cameras dedicated solely to Luca Kyros’s full shot, his legs, and a close-up of his face.

And now they had to track a whirlwind too.

What shots were they even supposed to prepare?

But then the cyclone began to clear.

Smoke peeled back like a curtain.

Everything else seemed to stop moving. Even the mechas in the air appeared frozen mid-hover. The crowd held its breath. And without waiting for further orders, the entire staff lunged into motion.

Switchboards lit up.

Camera feeds rearranged.

Zoom levels reset.

The room collectively shifted into instinctual, frantic coordination.

And that was when they captured it.

Luca Kyros stepping through the fading smoke.

His eyes narrowed just a touch, sharp and glinting. Then the edge of his lips curved upward into a soft but confident smile.

The DP nearly screamed.

Because just as Luca’s smile reached his eye, something descended behind him.

No, someone.

A figure dropped from the sky through the last traces of spinning wind.

He touched down with commanding grace. A descent so terrorizingly fast yet brimming with that quiet yet oppressive confidence. His boots met the ground with such poise that it contradicted entirely with the fact that he had just fallen out of a whirlwind.

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Star Net was in an uproar.

Comments flew so fast the system lagged. People in their homes, offices, and even classrooms were being strangled by either the sheer force of admiration or the hands of those beside them who could no longer contain themselves.

Because through the thinning smoke, as if the cyclone itself had respectfully stepped aside, a figure dressed in black appeared.

He emerged like a scene crafted for cinematic perfection.

Lord.

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