The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 331

Chapter 331: Genius

A stroke of genius, really.

For as strange as it sounded, Ollie might have just hit the jackpot without even realizing it.

Ollie, who still had hair sticking up on his head, was confused out of his mind, but it didn’t sound like a bad thing, so the confused mop just thanked his brother for the praise.

But before he could ask for more details, Luca had already turned to Xavier, eyes shining with inspiration.

"I have an idea!" Luca announced over the shared comms.

There was a beat of heavy, chaotic silence, filled only by the sounds of dodging deathworms and the hum of thrusters, and yet Xavier encouraged his wife to go on.

Luca beamed. "Ollie said it! Worms are supposed to eat plants, right?"

"But they’re not eating the roots here! They’re chasing us instead," Luca said, as he thought about it more.

While they weren’t sure about these monsters’ preference, metals couldn’t be their sole diet.

For how else would they have survived for this long unless so many other victims with metals have been thrown in here?

His plan was to kite these monsters outside of the barren lands so the monsters could take care of each other.

Honestly, it made sense, and even the Duchess felt like it would be a good thing to try.

"We can test it. And hopefully we find out why these deathworms are stuck here," replied Xavier, who only had a reservation about that particular detail.

With the tenacity of these beings, how did they end up confined in this place, when out there could’ve been a buffet?

It was a solid concern, one they’ll soon discover the answer to.

Their plan was simple, and the execution was similarly simple: they were to kite the deathworms out of the barren lands and let them duke it out with the roots.

If only it were that easy.

Butler Gary took the lead, spiraling his mech in wide, sweeping arcs to draw the worms’ attention. His thrusters burned hot, weaving just low enough to keep the beasts chasing him, but high enough that he wasn’t immediately swallowed whole.

"They’re following!" he reported, exhilaration lacing his voice.

Two massive deathworms, responding to the trail left by his mecha, surged after him. Their huge bodies plowing the land, throwing up dust and boulders as they tore after their prey.

The others followed suit, hurling cheap shots to continue to provoke them to follow.

And the plan was working.

The deathworms charged past the invisible boundary that separated the barren lands from the grasslands, that line where sickly dirt gave way to mossy soil laced with everything that wanted to kill them just a few hours ago.

"Looks good!" Cece called out. "They’re breaching the line!"

So they kept kiting, until they noticed how the first worm bucked violently.

Its body, confirmed to be resistant to bullets, began to corrode with what sounded like a hiss.

Then a second worm shuddered.

And then the third.

"It’s the spores!" Ollie yelped, wiggling on his human seat as he tried to see better. His starry pajamas did little to make him look more credible, but he was pointing frantically at the screens with gusto.

The worms, now visibly smoking and wounded, screeched without sound, their bodies contorting unnaturally as their outer layers sloughed and peeled under the unseen assault of the spores.

And for some reason, it was even faster than how their mechas corroded.

Naturally, instead of continuing forward into the green-tinged lands, the deathworms chose to survive.

The Duchess, on the other hand, had been listening to these kids, no, young men, who clearly had the capability to strategize by themselves.