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The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 564

Chapter 564: The Answer

But who knows? After all, they asked someone who doesn’t just open doors. He opens gates and claims them as his own.

So, instead of looking nervous, Luca smiled. Softly.

"Ah. About that," he said. "It was also my biggest concern. So I decided to implement a few safeguards and ways to mitigate the damage."

He gestured to the display, calling attention to the mecha’s glossy surface and distinct paneling.

"For one, both the exterior and interior were designed to mimic the best trait of manual mechas—that is, the ability to pass off as energy-free. Although in this case, it’s more because I’ve sealed it away."

Someone inhaled sharply.

Luca continued like he didn’t notice.

"This mecha actually uses a smaller and reversed energy grid, similar to the one I made for the Marshal. It’s meant to conserve power and, more importantly, reduce the number of places where energy might leak."

A few mechanics started scribbling notes furiously.

"But," Luca added, "because it’s only a decrease, not full prevention, I chose to seal the remaining leak points using energy canister materials. Essentially, it’s actually as if there are two layers of armor."

There was a beat of stunned silence.

Then—

"!!!"

Master Allan shot to his feet.

"You’re saying it doesn’t leak spiritual energy?!"

"In most cases, yes," Luca replied, nodding. "Which is also why it doesn’t appear on most radars, Master."

Several heads turned. A few jaws dropped. Someone made a sound reminiscent of a wailing chick.

But apparently, Luca wasn’t done.

"Still, just in case, I coated the entire mecha in Ghostvine resin. It offers another layer of protection—against corruption, and even sentient enemies who might be tracking energy fluctuations or visual movement."

There was a collective intake of breath.

"But," Luca added reluctantly, "there’s a drawback. Since the mecha doesn’t register well on sensors, pilots have to coordinate closely with their teams. And when it comes to rescuing others..."

He sighed, rubbing the back of his neck.

"The rescued pilot has to be fully inside the resin-coated compartment. Otherwise, they stick out. Literally. Like a sore thumb just floating in midair."

Someone snorted. A younger officer near the front stifled a laugh.

Luca grimaced.

"I tried so hard to find a workaround. I really did. But anything not covered in resin just stands out like a beacon. Not exactly ideal for stealth."

He looked genuinely frustrated. But no one else was focused on that part.

They were too busy staring at him like he’d grown a second head.

Or perhaps descended from a different universe.

Because if they hadn’t seen the mecha in action themselves, they would’ve thought he was completely mad.

But they had seen it.

And now?

Now they were quiet for a whole new reason.

Because the answer was brilliant.

It wasn’t even complicated. That’s what made it worse. Or better. Depending on who you asked.

It had been standing right in front of them the entire time.

And yet no one had thought of it.

Master Allan looked dazed. Like he’d missed the most obvious answer in the world.

He slowly sat back down.

And for the first time in a very long while, he didn’t have a single thing to criticize.

Amazingly enough, the newly licensed mechanic wasn’t finished.

He turned back to the crowd and continued, as if casually talking about the weather.

"Well, those are just the preventive measures. But when contamination has already taken root, I figured there are still ways to increase the chances of survival."

"!!!"

What?!

People leaned forward.

More than one mechanic held their breath.

"For one," Luca explained, "corruption festers, but not instantly. So if caught early enough, tools like an equipped flamethrower or a cryo gun could be effective."

"Flamethrowers can burn off corruption that hasn’t fully taken hold," he said, pointing at one of the diagrams projected behind him. "And cryo guns could drastically slow down the spread. It won’t cleanse, but ideally it should buy time."

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