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

Chapter 1001: Documentation Purposes

It was extremely sudden.

Luca’s eyes widened, caught completely off guard as Yohan’s smirk stretched even further, the expression turning sharp and unhinged as he prepared to knock out the darling of the Empire.

Truly, they weren’t lying when they said he was born lucky.

Who would ever get such an opportunity like this?

Even their President’s son hadn’t succeeded in taking out the precious Kyros spawn, yet here he was, face to face with him, close enough to reach out and end it in one move.

Not that Yohan was completely wrong about the strength of his luck.

However, there were simply extreme cases where the cosmos would have other plans. And so, rather than his normally abundant luck being in play, the current theme of his life was actually: one man’s trash could also be another person’s treasure.

Because that was exactly what Yohan was to Luca Kyros, who had been searching for the right moment to test his hypothesis.

He may be one of the rotten scum of the Federation, but to one excited mechanic, he was something else entirely.

The bringer of great tidings!

Because the moment Yohan stepped into the golden-eyed cadet’s personal space, Luca hadn’t just been startled.

He had managed to confirm something.

That heat.

That one specific point that didn’t match the rest of the cadet’s body but suspiciously resembled that of the other cadets in thermal readings.

"D-29..."

"I have come to the same conclusion, Host!"

Right.

He really wasn’t imagining it.

And so, in the most perfect moment, when the clock struck all across the Imperial Palace to signal the time for a supposed fireworks display, Luca made his decision.

After cross-referencing and confirming, all that remained for him to do was act.

So he struck.

A simple rotating punch.

Straight to the solar plexus.

There was no wind-up, no dramatic movement, no overwhelming aura to warn anyone of what was coming. It looked almost casual, especially when compared to the cool and frightening entrance of the enemy who had appeared right in front of his face after teleporting.

But the point of impact was exact.

It landed precisely where Luca believed the connection of the cybernetic parts would be weakest due to overuse. Moreover, if he were correct, then that spot would likely be the center of their energy distribution line.

That simple.

For a brief moment, it didn’t look like anything had happened.

Then—

"Ooof!"

The sound echoed across the arena, thundering and unmistakable as the force traveled through Yohan’s body.

The sensor on his chest flickered once.

Then it flattened.

Overdamage.

His smirk disappeared.

His eyes lost focus.

And just like that, his consciousness slipped into something he never thought he’d ever see again.

"...Peekaboo!"

Giggles.

Bright, warm, and far away.

"Look! Honey! Yohan’s walking! He’s walking!"

Small, unsteady steps.

A pair of hands reaching out.

"Son, it’s your first day at school today. Be good, okay?"

A gentle coaxing voice.

Distant memories that could have stretched as far back as his earliest development. And at its worst, straight into a conversation with his deceased ancestors.

None of that was impossible.

In fact, Yohan Voss stood there, almost perfectly still, if not for the tremble in his legs betraying an upright body that had long since gone hollow as everything inside him shut down at once.

All because he’d been decommissioned by a single curious punch.

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Unfortunately for him, even a visit to the past had its limits.

As if returning to reality, the freshly punched cadet saw red.

Literally.

Error messages flooded his vision as his cybernetic implants failed to draw enough power. Systems flickered one after another, each warning stacking on top of the next as connections struggled to hold.

He remained standing in front of Luca.

Wide-eyed.

Partially frozen.

His legs trembled violently, barely keeping him upright as if they no longer belonged to him.

Luca blinked up at him.

Then stepped closer.

He raised a hand, intending to check if the specimen was alright because... something was clearly wrong. The man wasn’t moving. His chest had stopped heaving, and his face was starting to turn blue.

But just before Luca’s fingers could reach his face—

The cadet fell.

Stiff on his back.

Like an upside-down turtle that couldn’t turn over.

"..."

"... "

The entire training stadium went silent.

Not the kind of silence that came from discipline, but the kind that came from extreme confusion.

From disbelief.

From trying to process what had just happened.

"Is he dead?" Luca asked.

And just like that, Luca, Ollie, and Theo gathered around the toppled enemy, crouching beside him like curious children inspecting a strange bug on the ground.

"I don’t think so, brother?" Ollie said, peering closer.

"Then why is he like that? The sensor didn’t even sound?" he added, frowning.

Theo glanced down at his own chest, then leaned over to check the cadet’s.

"...I think the sensor has been destroyed."

"Already?!" Luca exclaimed, eyes widening.

But the direction of his concern was... different.

"Oh no! Has the palace been scammed for these sensors?!"

"???"

Both Ollie and Theo looked over at the mortified Luca with expressions that bordered on surprise and acceptance.

"Wait! That’s a problem but so is this one..." Theo suddenly said, straightening. "We have to send him to jail! We can’t leave him in front of the flag!"

"Ah, but with the sensor not working..."

"What about just dragging him to the jail, brother?"

"Yes, but I don’t think I can leave to bring him there because someone else might teleport!"

"Then, why don’t we just make do with three legal hits?" Theo suggested.

"!!!"

"Yes!" Luca brightened immediately. "Wait a moment! I will just hit him twice more! Please take evidence so we can show them in case proof is needed!"

"Evidence?"

"Ah, yes. They probably have surveillance but we can’t be sure they’re pointed at us at the moment. So we should just take proper documentation when possible!"

On the ground, the cadet broke into a cold sweat.

He tried to scream.

He really did.

But his vocal cords, which should have emitted a high-frequency deterrent that would have sent enemies running away or convulsing on the ground, failed to activate due to insufficient power.

Nothing came out.

He could only watch.

Watch as Luca moved.

The demon.

The golden-eyed monster stepped neatly in front of what had to be a camera and gave a small, respectful bow.

"Hello, this is Luca Kyros from DG," he said politely, gesturing toward the frothing cadet on the ground. "This is the state of the sensor after the first hit."

"So we have decided to take this video for documentation of the next hits so we can send him to jail properly."

He straightened and raised his fist.

"Now, please recognize this as the second and third hits as I check on the stability of these wondrous actuators and stabilizers. Thank you."

Then he moved.

Deceivingly calm.

Precise.

Like a surgeon preparing for a careful examination, but just couldn’t hide the smile on his face.

"Ah."

"Wow! It feels like hitting a normal leg! There’s no odd crunch!" Luca said brightly, eyes lighting up.

"And the thrusters! They’ve managed to make it incredibly small so they’re barely noticeable!"

"Brother?" the blonde asked, blinking at him with immense concern. "Are you planning on taking the parts away too?"

"Oh."

Luca paused.

His cheeks puffed slightly, rounding in visible disappointment.

"Unfortunately, it’s connected to his brain, so I don’t think I would be allowed to take them out to take a better look!"

"But it’s okay!" he added quickly, perking up again. "If I check on all of them, I’d be able to learn enough!"

Around the three busybodies and one regretful asshole, everything had actually stopped.

The spectators.

The fighters.

Even those mid-action had unconsciously slowed or halted, all attention drawn toward the small group by the flag.

But the four of them didn’t notice.

"All of them?" Theo repeated.

"Yes!" Luca nodded eagerly. "Isn’t the flag over here? If so, won’t they all want to come and try to take it?"

"Uh... yes?" Ollie answered, his hair antenna knotting dangerously as if blessed with precognitive abilities.

"Then great!" Luca said, smiling wide and bright. "If we just wait here, they will come!"

He looked forward with clear anticipation.

Only to realize—

No one was moving.

No one was coming.

No one even dared to step closer.

"...Huh?"