The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 309

Chapter 309: Wordless

Somewhere, a few people were experiencing a tingle in their noses, an odd sensation for people who could easily get treated by medical pods.

But if there was one more creature who should be feeling this odd sensation, it would have been the beast that started this all.

It began with a tremor.

The group that had been diligently filleting their newfound treasures stopped their assigned tasks.

It wasn’t anything unusual at first.

What followed was.

A wave of heat. Then the scent of scorched blood, thick enough to overpower the already heinous smell of so many monster carcasses.

While most pilots shouldn’t be privy to this information, D-29’s sensors pulsed with escalating danger as it followed Princess Kira’s scent theories.

And so they had been warned even before the beast emerged from the ridge.

At first glance, it didn’t seem like much. Small. Wiry. But then the scans came in, and the little system called out the odd escalation.

And it was still climbing.

The creature had gorged on dozens of fallen beasts, devouring their cores with grotesque hunger.

With every gulp, its body mutated: bones spiked through flesh, a second jaw split from the first, and glowing slits formed along its flanks like breathing vents for heat dissipation.

Its eyes locked onto them.

Then came the roar.

And it charged.

D-29 reacted in terror, launching skyward with a thruster burst. Luca gritted his teeth, fingers steady on the spiritual interface.

"Plasma blade—extend," Luca ordered quietly, mentally syncing.

The weapon burst to life in D-29’s right arm, a curved blade of golden light vibrated as it hung waiting.

He brought it down as the beast leapt upward—and missed.

It twisted unnaturally midair, spine contorting, then struck D-29’s flank with enough force to send them skidding across the jagged rock surface.

"Host!" D-29 cried out. "Energy shielding at 64%!"

"I’m fine," Luca grunted, adjusting his breathing.

But he could already feel the feedback—the beast’s attacks were too precise. It had adapted not just physically, but strategically. It had begun mimicking their patterns.

Then the monster’s limbs reconfigured.

Two of its claws split into sharpened prongs. Crystalline plates began forming over its shoulders, refracting the sun’s rays into focused beams of heat.

It wasn’t just evolving.

It was weaponizing.

Luca’s hands clenched.

"Luca, we’re coming in—flank position in twenty seconds!"

"No," Luca said, firm and clipped, his voice steady despite the storm building inside him. "Stay back."

"But—!"

"I think this one has mutated too many times and too fast. It’s unlike the other beasts we’ve fought so far," he said, eyes locked on the rapidly adapting creature now digging claws into the ridge wall.

"What would help is if you could take as many of the cores off the ground. We need to make sure this one doesn’t get to eat more."

"For now, I’ll try something, hopefully with this I can catch up with him."

Inside the cockpit, golden light flared at the edges of Luca’s eyes as his spiritual energy poured outward, syncing faster and deeper into the mecha’s core.

The interface stopped feeling like buttons or controls. It felt like muscle and nerve.

A heartbeat.

[Manual piloting disengaged. Spiritual override accepted.]

And the mecha moved again.

They were one.

Suddenly, the mecha moved faster.

It became an extension of him—bone to metal, breath to thruster.

They clashed again.

D-29 weaved beneath a tail whip, swung low, then cleaved upward, carving through the beast’s lower jaw. But it wasn’t enough.

It healed.