The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 1

Chapter 1: Struggling with a New Body

[Hospital Hallway, Present]

Luca's got a week.

Only one more week left after wasting the first week of his arrival. He's really got no more room in his cramped schedule to fit in any more walking trials.

Left, right.

Left, right.

Left-

"Lord Luca?" Called a worried nurse.

Luca couldn't help but purse his lips. He had worked hard just now to gain that little walking momentum, only to be stopped mid-way.

"If you're going towards the Main Hall, you're going the wrong way. That hallway leads to the medical pods."

Haaa...seriously?

"Is that so? Thank you then." He offered a polite yet embarrassed smile that earned him a blush from the young nurse.

Luca had to restart his crawl toward his room without making his struggle too apparent to everyone around him. Easier said than done when he kept on feeling the need to throw up his guts.

But he had to keep up appearances.

He was someone else now, not the best "somebody," but at least he's got a physical body. That's one significant change.

But to everyone else who has heard of "him," he was Luca Soren Kyros, the Empire's most useless Flower Vase—the poster boy for the pampered nobility.

Okay, maybe the "most" was an exaggeration. There should be someone worse than him, right? Right?

Anyway, as the only son of the Duke of Kyros, there was no way he should be limping like this towards his room, and yet here he was, struggling to get from this end to the other end of the hallway.

Heck, even breathing was a struggle.

But considering everything, he knew he was relatively lucky.

The options were either limping or dying. And Luca didn't even get the chance to choose.

In fact, he had long lost all his faculties and abilities, so one could just imagine his shock upon waking up—this time, with eyes that could actually see. For the first time in a long time, he didn't have to cheat by stretching out his spiritual power.

In the grand scheme of things, he just went from being a total waste to a waste with functioning limbs. And he was struggling to use his new appendages.

He had a shopping list of issues, but his mobility was the most pressing one.

Because he's got one more week before the physical assessment starts, and a cripple who couldn't even walk back to his room won't survive five minutes of that test.

As Lucas, he had long forgotten how to control his muscles. After all, you wouldn't need them while imprisoned inside a medical tank. He didn't expect Luca, the original owner of this body, to have a similar problem.

Luca was a pretty doll, one that had to be carried and wheeled around to go anywhere.

So, both Lucas and Luca had no functioning muscles to speak of. But at least Luca managed to keep his body intact. He, on the other hand, was just a collection of organs stitched together by the time of his death.

Ideally, he should be celebrating each muscle spasm as a sign of life, but any more walking and he would lose what little life he's been able to hold on to.

This whole thing started about a week ago. Something may have happened before that, but it had only been a week to him.

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[Assessment Room A, a week ago]

His body convulsed as his eyes shot open. The shock made him choke on the liquid inside the medical tank.

Luca coughed, and he felt like his ribs would puncture his heart if his body kept seizing like this.

*WARNING: CRITICAL ERROR*

"Pull him out, now!"

The nurse monitoring the exam noticed how the applicant reacted inside the medical pod, so she ended the assessment when an error popped out.

If I died like this, wouldn't it be too embarrassing?

He could actually see.

Damn right.