The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 344

Chapter 344: Countdown

A serious tie.

Gisella almost went limp when she saw the faces of Young Lord Luca and Ollie, who were reaching out from their respective mechas.

Her vision was a smear of tears—those she’d already cried, and the ones she was holding back with a clenched jaw and white-knuckled hands.

She wanted to scream, to beg, to offer up every favor, promise, and lifetime of service if it meant saving Cece.

But she didn’t need to. _{fгeewёbnoѵel.cσm}

Because the two young lads already held their best of everything.

D-29 had begun scanning for traces of corruption while Luca specifically used his abilities to check on Cece’s spiritual pathways.

Yes, he could just use the inventory, but if there were parts that had already fused with corruption, that was like taking out vital organs without checking.

And he was right to think like this.

Unlike those that gradually got infected when their spiritual energies were spent, Cece was hit with an open wound that had started to fester.

So, instead of Luca using the dungeon inventory, he had to look for the highest grade guiding pill while asking Ollie if he had a portable medical wand.

Ollie’s eyes were wide but unblinking, his fingers a blur as he yanked open every storage button he owned, hurling out anything they could possibly need like a desperate surgeon throwing scalpels onto a battlefield.

And they came in handy.

For they couldn’t use the revive pill right away, as it would likely work faster than he could take out all the corruption.

The elders had warned him about that, and he might end up reviving the corruption with even greater vigor if he didn’t take precautions.

It was just that they had less than three minutes.

Luca’s heart thundered like a war drum as he focused on Cece’s mangled torso.

The medical wand flickered in his hand as he worked in sections, purifying inch by inch while simultaneously sealing the worst lacerations.

And he knew it would hurt.

Like a bitch in fact, and Cece would’ve said that if she hadn’t been feeling so delirious with the pain.

Her small body bucked once, hard, before she went limp again. Her mouth opened, but only a strangled sound came out. Luca saw it and bit back his tears.

He knew just how much wounds like this would hurt without any pain relievers, but even if they gave her anything now, none of those would take effect instantly.

"I’m sorry, Auntie Cece," he whispered. "It must hurt a lot. But please hold on. Just a little longer."

Gisella hovered nearby, her entire body trembling as she kept pressure on a sterilized cloth—except nothing about this felt clean. Her friend’s blood was still warm.

But apparently, pained was much better than passed out, for when she couldn’t hold on after all that pain, Gisella almost hyperventilated.

It wasn’t helping that blood was seeping everywhere, and that Ollie, another crybaby, looked like he was going to pop his tears any second despite attentively holding up anything that Luca might need.

The frantic guide was progressing while asking D-29 to monitor Cece’s vitals continuously.

However, the ground shook again, and they feared that the countdown was about to be up.

But they didn’t stop. Not when they were this close. And not despite the even greater tremor that rocked the ground beneath them.

"We’re running out of time!" Xavier barked over the comms. "You have to finish now!"