The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 2

Chapter 2: Existential Crisis

Meanwhile, someone who wasn't even supposed to be there—Lucas, the current patient—lay on the hospital bed.

Breathing struggles marred his beautiful face, and some stray, long black hairs were stuck on it.

Some nurses even felt compelled to chase the stray hairs because he looked pitiful. When beautiful people looked miserable, one felt obligated to help.

Unbeknownst to these spectators, their beautiful patient was off, reliving his painful memories.

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Explosions of varying sizes occurred around him. Debris kept on falling, and the place reeked of blood.

One moment, the sight of people enjoying their picnics greeted him, and then the next, he would hear the same people screaming for their lives. What followed was the sound of crunching bones in between guttural growls.

"ROAR!"

"KYAAAAAH!"

"HELP! PLEASEEEEE!"

"Someone!"

Various pleas echoed around him, but he just stood there, unmoving.

Because Lucas knew that there was nothing he could do; this was his past. And no amount of effort would change the fates of these people.

He watched as a Dungeon Break claimed their lives. And this was just one of the many dungeons that cropped up on Planet Tesseris.

One day, their planet was thrown into the fire when a Dungeon suddenly appeared.

The government tried to probe the Dungeon using various explosives and attacks, but no one thought to enter what was apparently a gate.

I don't know how they missed that when the thing looked like a super-sized door! Hello?!

However, I'd like to believe it was because no one was suicidal enough to pick that route.

So that gate burst—a Dungeon Break.

Monsters that humans have never seen spewed out with the intense explosion.

This explosion of spiritual power awakened the first batch of Espers—those capable of entering and closing Dungeons before they burst.

For a while, humans rejoiced in their ability to fight back. But when more Dungeons started appearing, the Espers, who had been stretched too thin, began showing signs of instability, something close to madness.

'Rampage.'

That was the term they gave to these Espers' outbursts.

Massive damage and staggering death tolls were the price paid to attain power.

But when everything seemed hopeless, someone awakened as a Guide.

Guides like us were mostly weak chickens.

But we could purify an Esper's mania.

Ideally.

His thoughts so consumed Lucas that the change in the scene caught him by surprise.

He was now looking at a young man. The place was dimly lit, with various instruments beeping, but the man inside the tank remained oblivious, and if not for the bubbles from the breathing device, one could assume he was dead.

He really didn't like this part of his life.

Back in Tesseris, Lucas had been a Guide. Technically, it was just a "Guide" in name because Lucas never had the opportunity to guide Espers in the conventional sense.

He was known to be defective.

A Guide that caused addiction to the strong and mania to the weak. But he was kept as a guide because of his boundless spiritual powers. He was literally "kept" imprisoned in a tank.

In his humble opinion, this "defect" was due to the circumstances of his "birth." And not because he was some harlot or a homewrecker.

Tsk.

If he had a coin for every person who called him a homewrecker, he would've been rich. Then maybe he could've escaped the imprisonment.

It wasn't his fault that those Espers were addicted to him. Nor did he desire to drive the weaker ones into madness. But the other Guides didn't share his opinion, and no amount of struggling got him out of his tank.

Even I would do that with only a few organs remaining.

See? He didn't ask to be born?!

And I was a product of one such experiment.

That was six years into Specimen 401's existence. But before they could be discarded, a mutated Dungeon engulfed the laboratory; then, one vessel suddenly woke up with consciousness.

Hi.

That's me.

Specimen 401, reporting for duty.