The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 744

Chapter 744: The Great Escape

Well, Jax, for one, thought it was very cool. Then again, he had always enjoyed things like this!

Smack dab in the middle of what could only be described as guerrilla warfare, or well, just pure evasion, five figures moved with urgency through a dense, mutated forest.

It was dangerous, unpredictable, and filled with the kind of creatures that could chew through mecha plating like cardboard.

Naturally, this was the perfect place for five humans to decide to walk. Stealthily.

No mechas. No heavy armor. Just stealth.

Or at least, a couple of them thought they were moving stealthily.

Jax crouched low behind a giant root that looked suspiciously like a fossilized snake. His expression was serious. The whole creeping-around thing really spoke to him on a spiritual level. Every rustle of a leaf, every whisper of air—he felt like he was in a movie. A very low-budget film, but a movie nonetheless.

Also, when he entered the military, this had been the type of thing he actually imagined doing!

His hand went up, fingers slicing the air in a series of sharp, deliberate gestures.

Ollie immediately froze.

Luca followed, crouching beside a massive fern, his eyes darting left and right like a field agent deep behind enemy lines.

The three of them exchanged glances, each nodding with grave intensity.

A bird screeched somewhere above, and all three ducked so fast they nearly headbutted each other.

Jax’s hand flicked twice. Signal.

Ollie mirrored it. Confirmation.

Luca pointed forward, then made a swirling motion. All clear.

It was, in their minds, a flawless operation—one that deserved a thumbs-up like professionals concluding a high-stakes mission.

However, if anyone had seen them, they might have assumed these three had lost their collective minds.

Just like the two figures who followed a few paces behind.

Xavier and Kyle.

The contrast was staggering.

While the three eggs were crouching, rolling, and making unnecessary hand signals, the two of them walked in calm, measured silence. Their feet barely made a sound as they moved—each step cushioned by spiritual energy. They looked like they were gliding, because in a sense, they really were.

Xavier, in particular, moved with the kind of effortless elegance that made even the mutated flora seem reluctant to touch him.

Kyle, hands in his pockets, barely made a sound. His extended spiritual barrier expanded with every motion, bending the air around someone else for his personal peace of mind.

Together, they resembled two deities following a group of very determined grown-up children.

They were elegant. Composed. Effortlessly cool.

For about ten seconds.

Then Ollie tripped on an extended root.

Kyle’s elegant stance instinctively shifted into one where he shot out spiritual energy to balance his little star.

"!!!"

It was a close call, and the bright star, wearing a specialized exploration hazmat suit, sent over a flying kiss that hit a certain adjutant straight on the forehead.

"..."

"..."

Kyle’s expression remained impassive, but deep down, he couldn’t decide whether to be impressed or concerned.

Because all around them the forest shimmered with distortion—trees fused with crystal veins, mushrooms pulsing faintly with bioluminescent light, and vines that seemed to twitch ever so slightly.

This was a Mature Contaminated Zone.

So, who in their right mind would walk around a Mature Contaminated Zone on foot? With their spiritual energies exposed like that to boot?

Well, them. Apparently, the five of them.

All cadets, for that matter.

Sure, during the Astral Cup, they’d likely end up in such a place, but even then, they’d at least use mech—

"?"

But before he could ponder things further, his thoughts were derailed by a mop.

Specifically, a blonde one who made direct eye contact with him after peeking from behind a tree.

Those eyebrows wiggled together with his hair antenna, and Kyle could only accept his fate.

Ollie grinned and made that unmistakable "come here" gesture with his hand and head.

Obviously, the self-respecting adjutant bent to the will of heaven and came forward silently to evidently read the word his star mouthed with perfect clarity: "Snack."

It was the look of a man who had fought valiantly and now believed himself deserving of sustenance.

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