The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 297

Chapter 297: Classification

Never again.

After that fateful mistake, she sure has learned her lesson.

It had started with good intentions.

A likely culprit and the closest she’s ever gotten. There was no doubt she’d be tempted to explore traces of these anomalies.

So, when the opportunity to seek answers came after years of getting nowhere, she jumped at the chance to look for trends. Because sometimes, rare patterns meant rare answers.

And answers...well, she was still looking for one in particular. _{freewebnoveℓ.com}

She’d approached, blade drawn, but paused. It didn’t even take that long, just enough to take a closer look to see if this creature might carry a few clues with it.

It was not the first time she paused in battle.

It was, however, the last time she allowed herself to hesitate.

However, fate didn’t seem to favor her in this regard, and it was then that she first discovered the effect of additional entities in this thing called a ’Dungeon.’

She hadn’t even had time to blink before the system cheerfully informed her that all her progress had been undone.

So, yes. Never again.

And she’d been fateful in just going straight for it.

So, how was it possible to fail at this fight four times in a row?!

Was she cursed?!

She had been so close, only for this to happen again. But she knew better now than to wait for this remodelled monster to come out.

And so, as the growls echoed once again, she bounced—vanishing into the fire-choked halls as the dungeon roared back to life behind her.

To be completely fair, this one had started, of all things, with a D.

No, not that kind of D, but one that came with an odd-looking beast and a place full of grass.

This place was initially classified as D, a rating that none of them set, but was just prompted by a mysterious entity that she’s grown to be too familiar with.

As a D-class Dungeon, it was a field full of docile creatures, rolling plains, and the kind of energy signature so unthreatening it might as well have been a farming simulation.

But as every noble knows, the softer the invitation, the sharper the knife.

Right now, she would welcome a D with open arms. And if one of the children of their house had brought home a D on their school assessment? Excellent. At least they were breathing.

Because right now? Facing an A...felt personal.

If B-class had her and her comrades in such conditions, then A would be less of a difficulty rating and more a death notice.

In fairness, the crisis had started with her own miscalculation. She’d own that. She always did.

But this level of escalation? And this timing?

She’d like to believe that the dungeon wasn’t merely punishing her but really rubbing it in.

They’d just been about to clear the dungeon again—reclassified to C-rank after the last reset. She and the two others had cornered the boss, their footing steady, the room calibrated.

And then came the prompt.

[NEW CHALLENGER DETECTED.]

Fine. Annoying but manageable.

But then—another one. And that was supposedly hell-raising but not impossible.

But this? An A?

Was she being told to give up?

But to begin with, would she ever listen?

Who was she kidding? She’d keep on doing this even if she had two fewer limbs.

Truly a good investment that the little money grubber could probably consider. Probably.