The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] Chapter 1088: A Strange Stroke of Luck

The whereabouts of the Queen Bee?

Well.

That was honestly a fantastic question.

One that, unexpectedly enough, ended up being answered through a conversation no one would’ve anticipated hearing in the middle of an allegedly peaceful dungeon space.

"Congratulations."

Elder Feng suddenly spoke out of nowhere while looking toward the direction of a wild Killian Nox.

"It seems you’re a father now."

"..."

"..."

The words landed with all the subtlety of a teor strike.

No one reacted.

Not because they didn’t hear it.

But because the peaceful surroundings—and even the earlier insane buzzing—had montarily gone quiet as though giving the stage entirely to the Elder.

It beca so deathly silent when he spoke with such horrifying sincerity that the declaration practically echoed throughout the entire area like so ceremonial announcent.

DA-DUN.

Father now.

The silence afterward was imdiate and absolute.

Surely, they heard wrong, right?

There was simply no way those words had actually tumbled out of the Elder’s mouth so casually.

And yet they did.

But just as soon as the well-aning Elder said it, and as soon as it went into the left ear and out the right ear of one young official, Elder Shen’s voice suddenly cut in to admonish him.

"Feng, you bumbling geezer," Elder Shen scolded. "There are two of them involved. Shouldn’t it be fathers instead?"

Elder Feng frowned imdiately.

"But what if the other one wanted to be the mother?"

That instantly caused Elder Wei to join in.

"Aren’t you both being discriminatory?" the Elder asked calmly. "What if both of them wanted to be mothers?"

"Oh, for heaven’s sake."

Elder Pao Xi finally snapped, rubbing his forehead as though desperately wanting to remove himself from the entire situation altogether.

"Is it because all of you spent too long being old and gray that your vocabulary beca limited? Just say parents! Have you all gone senile and forgotten sothing so simple?!"

And just like that, the rest of the Elders imdiately devolved into bickering old n despite currently looking decades—ahem, centuries—younger than they used to.

Three nearly identical heads looked monts away from colliding as the argunt rapidly spiraled into complete nonsense.

Fortunately, before things could worsen further, a hand suddenly rose nearby.

"Excuse , Elders..."

It was a very innocent Luca wearing soft pajamas and looking entirely unprepared for whatever conversation he had just walked into.

"But who exactly did you say are parents now?"

The golden-eyed cadet asked the question with complete sincerity.

Then, almost miraculously, the arguing Elders unified instantly.

Without hesitation, all of them turned toward the side.

And pointed.

Directly at one suddenly gaunt-faced redhead and one unusually silent yet visibly cursed-looking worker.

"..."

"..."

The two n looked so squeezed by the situation that sheer disbelief and insane leg strength were likely the only things keeping them upright.

But surprisingly, the next horrified exclamation did not co from either of the accused individuals.

Instead—

"WHAT?!"

Everyone turned.

Because Ollie had practically launched himself forward in absolute shock.

"EVEN BEFORE THE REST OF US?!" the blonde cried out dramatically while looking personally betrayed by fate itself.

"..."

Well.

To be fair, this reaction only really made sense if one counted a mutated Queen Bee as one legitimate offspring.

Which, safe to say, all of them apparently did.

"..."

"..."

But what even led to this fateful mont that definitely ended with a few people dropping to their knees?

Well, apparently, a tale of inexplicable coincidences, a strange stroke of luck, and the well-wishing mind of one unassuming Plant Papa, who decided it would be a wonderful idea to grow more Queen of the Night plants to recover so of the ones they hadn’t quite managed to save during the upgrade.

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It was one fine morning.

Well, honestly, it was much closer to dawn than actual sunrise—

But details aside, it was still a rather peaceful start to the morning several days before the deeply shocking incident eventually took place.

Sowhere inside the dungeon space, a red-headed young man could be found whistling happily while hard at work.

Jax carefully replanted cuttings from the Queen of the Night while also attempting to obtain viable seeds from the rare fruit itself.

Well, those were the usual and trusted thods they generally planned on employing.

But in truth, this ti around, he had managed to convince the Elders to help accelerate the growth of at least one plant using their spiritual abilities, so they could observe the differences properly.

Of course, they had ntioned before that doing sothing like that wasn’t ideal, but their reference had been growing them in places other than Luca’s dungeon space.

What if the effects were different inside?

Safe to say, the initially skeptical Elders ended up agreeing, and things were going rather well for the blessed cadet.

However, just as the absentminded tune he was whistling drifted softly across the area while he worked, Jax remained completely unaware of the latest developnts taking place within the newly established hives nearby.

More specifically—

The pandemonium.

See, according to the manual they had practically morized by now, newly installed hives were supposed to remain undisturbed for at least one to two days.

And so, despite nearly dying from curiosity, none of them had gone to inspect the fras directly.

Which also ant that nobody had witnessed just how horrifyingly accurate Elder Pao Xi’s predictions truly were regarding the bees’ developnt inside the dungeon-linked space.

Because thrive they absolutely did.

In fact, the colonies thrived so aggressively that even the concept of "normal developnt" practically got thrown out the window.

And when one said growth, it wasn’t rely referring to their increasing numbers.

No.

The bees themselves were physically growing larger, too.

Far larger.

If actual bee researchers had sohow discovered what was currently happening inside those hives, entire scientific communities probably would’ve collapsed spiritually.

Not only had the tiline of developnt accelerated beyond reason, but the bees themselves had also started abandoning many of the rigid and systematic behaviors normal honeybees usually adhered to.

Like how the Queen was supposed to be released.

Forget slowly chewing through the candy plug blocking the entrance to her cage over several days.

No.

Instead, the worker bees practically treated it like an ergency evacuation.

Then again, they weren’t exactly wrong.

For what they were facing was most definitely code red!