The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 371

Chapter 371: Goal-oriented

Oh shit may have been more applicable, honestly but the mechanic didn’t have the luxury of time to think about it as he slumped forward in his seat.

He did not envision this kind of reaction, especially from himself of all people.

He had just been so excited that he had apparently not even heard his good brother, who was still mid-sentence, saying, "—so maybe we should ask the elders about how to check if someone’s about to break through before using the enhancement manuals, just to be safe—"

CLICK.

"..."

It was a mistake, one he realized within a very short period of time.

As that was how the blonde found himself in a situation of contemplating death.

There was no gentle energy wave.

No soft warmth like everyone else described.

Instead, the lightbulb felt like his heart was about to jump out of his chest.

THUMP.

Ollie’s eyes flew wide open.

He grabbed his shirtfront with both hands, face rapidly turning pale.

The Mylor couple, who were nearest to him, turned sharply at the sound of their son making increasingly high-pitched gasps.

"Ollie?!"

Meanwhile, Kyle, who was just a bit off to the side, stiffened as he heard those all too familiar sounds.

Without a word, he raised his hand sharply, signaling for the room to freeze.

The grim, yet successful memory of Terrance’s advancement still too fresh to forget the elder’s teachings.

The blonde started swaying slightly, hands trembling, as golden light flickered faintly around him.

Luca’s head snapped up in alarm, his mouth dropping open in panic.

Ollie wheezed weakly, his knees knocking together as he continuously clutched at his chest.

THUMP.

THUMP.

"Oh no!" whispered the shorter brother, as his voice caught in his throat.

He reached for Xavier, fingers trembling, as the prince smoothly stepped closer, bracing his wife protectively.

It was awful.

And Luca was certain that this was worse because, unlike Guard Terrence, who looked like he was going to power through the pain, his good brother looked all too pale for this.

But they couldn’t step in to do anything.

Ollie’s knees continued to clank together, his face paling as the golden light around him intensified. His breath hitched—once, twice—before his pupils contracted sharply, panic blooming in his wide, glassy eyes.

Marquise Julienne instinctively lurched forward, a strangled sound escaping her, only for the alarmed husband to catch her firmly by the shoulders, his grip gentle but unyielding.

And the worried father shook his head at her, understanding what she wanted to do but knowing that it would hurt their son more if they acted rashly.

They had to wait.

And pray.

And maybe bargain with the heavens, for their son—god bless this boy—really got himself into this mess by his lonesome!

But they weren’t alone in hoping and praying, as everyone in the room felt similarly affected by Ollie’s distress.

Luca’s fingers now dug helplessly into Xavier’s sleeve, his lips parting, but no sound came out. His chest rose and fell, shallow and rapid, eyes locked on his beloved brother’s shaking form.

He honestly felt like he was going through the breakthrough himself, but somehow thought that maybe it would be better if that were true.

Off to the side, Kyle felt helpless but knew that restraining himself was the best thing he could do at the moment. And maybe later, he could tie him up to prevent those little hands from touching the most random things.

But who was he kidding?

At best, he’d just have to supervise him better because even if those hands were tied, there was still the issue of his toes.

And frankly, the adjutant felt like it would be okay for the mop to randomly hit things or even blow up a few mines, provided he survives this one.

After all, wasn’t it a bit too unfair to get him to this state, all for the little guy to abandon him like this?

However, if unfairness was the issue, Ollie Astrea Mylor felt that he had been unfairly treated since the day started.

The poor mop was not okay.

"Just circulate it, Ollie! Move the energy—fill the spots that can still hold it. You’ll feel lighter, trust me!" remembered the mop who envisioned his good brother telling him this.