The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 298

Chapter 298: Wishful Thinking

Sid felt like he owed the little Master an apology.

That’s right. He probably did.

Because if there was one person he should’ve pegged as suspicious, it really should’ve been the little Master’s allegedly "good" brother—who, at this very moment, was unloading what looked like the entire fortune of a small, extremely paranoid military outfit.

Sid and D-29 may not have the capacity to taste food, but they could definitely count. And right now, they were seeing what Ollie called "limited stocks."

Rations? Check.

Healing Pills? Also check.

Spiritual food, fruits, compact sleeping pods, medical supplies, clothes, more food, drinks, emergency towels, fluffy towels, and did we mention more food?!

Check, check, check—and checkmate.

Even Butler Gary was unsure how Ollie could fit all of it inside his space button, but then they realized he was nesting them.

It was a space button within another space button.

"..."

"???"

"I think, provided we don’t end up living here, we should be fine with this much, brother," Luca said as he looked at the things that Ollie was segregating.

"Here, everyone, I think everyone should have enough items in their space buttons. We need to make sure we don’t put our very limited eggs in one basket."

Xavier thought it was sound advice if not for the small mountain that Ollie really had.

The Imperial Crown Prince could only look at his adjutant and understand what Kyle meant by Ollie having too many things.

However, maybe his wife shouldn’t open his mouth like that, for it seemed like both of them were truly blessed with a crow’s mouth.

And one was especially fast-acting.

Once the supplies were distributed and a perimeter was confirmed safe, the group decided to step beyond the wreckage of the crashed ship.

What greeted them was not normal. The landscape was stunning. Alien. Lush.

And wrong.

Massive tree-like structures, hollowed and bridged together, formed a lattice canopy above them—like natural cathedrals made from bark, fire, and fungal bloom.

Crimson light filtered down through semi-translucent membranes, bathing the ground in hues of ruby and gold.

But this land was unnervingly divided.

On one side, glowing green grass rippled gently, dotted with deer-like creatures whose antlers shimmered faintly.

On the other, the land bled—crimson moss coating the soil like velvet, broken by sporadic patches of crimson flame trees littered with what seemed like fruit.

Orbs of light drifted lazily in the air. They floated like pollen but pulsed like embers. When one brushed against Luca’s cheek, it left behind a nostalgic feeling, like the bathing in the warm afternoon sun.

But none of them felt comforted.

"It’s beautiful," Kyle whispered. "But I hate it."

The dungeon felt...aware.

Watching.

Waiting.

But if they were alarmed with how this place felt off, one little system was having an even worse time.

D-29, still partially functional, chirped nervously from within Luca’s head.

Manual Note 43-B: Cases where Integrated Dungeon Spaces could become inaccessible.

1. The host had lost connection by perishing.

2. The host’s spiritual sea has collapsed.

3. The host has entered another dungeon.

4. A dungeon collapse.

Because dungeons weren’t just dangerous—they were unpredictable, and worse, politically inconvenient.