The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] Chapter 433: Test Subjects

Well, contrary to popular belief, he was not.

If anything, he was extrely far from tired.

Especially if soone based it on how he’d impaled those A-rank light chas like they were so kind of target practice.

The most embarrassing part? These people prepared as a group.

They actually strategized before fighting Luca, deciding to start with a heavy cha whose goal was to drain him of spiritual energy while forcing him into a deadlock before the dium and light chas could swoop in to ensure victory.

But what deadlock?

All it amounted to was the heavy cha taking hits like a sitting duck!

Who would’ve thought that Luca would be able to find the vulnerable point of the shield, then repeatedly attack the sa spot so accurately that it caused the shield’s integrity to fail?

The distressed heavy cha pilot couldn’t even run, not when all he focused on was heavy defense!

So Luca didn’t even have to move much.

And, obviously, the plan that didn’t even get started ended up being a total failure.

However, at least the heavy cha pilot could bla his shield for its inability to withstand attacks.

The dium cha pilots had it much harder, as Luca wanted to explore different lee weapons so he could try to improve them, too.

It was carnage on the outside as the apparently "deranged" calibrator went around bludgeoning his opponents in different spots.

anwhile, D-29 and the calibrator noted that the weapons seed to have only one use, which he found unfortunate.

For example, when he impaled the volunteer with a lance, he could imagine using sothing like a drill to continue the breach. Or perhaps adding the ability to use corrosive substances to expedite the battle without requiring as much effort.

But then it’d have to be optional?

Because what if he liked the material a lot? And he’d end up corroding it because all hits would continuously emit corrosive substance?

Won’t that be too unfortunate?

Certainly, that wouldn’t do, right?

Hmm.

There were so many ideas, and he could only be thankful for D-29, who logged all of them.

But while a pair were happily testing and jotting down notes, the people in their individual chas were experiencing true terror.

They wanted to back out.

They really did. But they had already submitted their nas and had been posted on the schedule monitored by their instructor.

So they refrained from looking to the sides where the chas that needed overhauls were lined up.

Various holes, flattened areas, cracked shields, and so many bent tal plates, all courtesy of that lunatic who kept on changing weapons like he was changing clothes.

Wasn’t he only capable of using those power tools to disassemble?!

Also, it’s sohow shaful that none of them were even dissected. They were just ruthlessly pumled!

However, the most embarrassing situation probably ca when Luca had unfortunately gone through all the A-rank volunteers.

The instructors thought it would be over, but then an unusual person spoke up.

"Luca," ca a voice that was deeply familiar to one person.

"Xavier?"

"Do you still have things you want to test on that?" he asked with a hint of amusent.

"Yes!" he said, initially sounding eager, only to grow more lancholic as he continued. "I really want to see its ability to chase, possible use of control artillery, and general evasion speed because I still haven’t gotten to do that..."

Ouch. It was like an innocent slap, jab, and kick to the faces of those who succumbed too early that Luca didn’t even have the chance to test any of those.

"Then what about using as the next test subject?" volunteered the prince, who thought his wife would appreciate it.

"Really?! You’re willing?!" Luca chirped.

"Of course, let just register with the instructors while you figure out what you want to test."

"Wow! Thank you so much!"

The little chipmunk thought that it was fortunate no one could see his face because he was flustered from how happy he was about this.

His husband was surely great!

Great enough to poison the blood of all the spectators save for the mbers of DG, who figured they would’ve had to volunteer if their Captain didn’t do so.

This even included the instructors whose mouths were just agape the entire ti Luca had single-handedly beaten his opponents without taking significant damage.

In fact, they could tell that he was deliberately picking spots he’d allow to get hit as if he was really testing sothing.

Instructor Falco thought he was taunting the others by saying that, but with Xavier, soone who was piloting an S-grade cha was volunteering to seriously test things, he realized he wasn’t kidding.

And it was even to the point of removing all possible handicaps as they all listened in to their frightening conversations.

"Xavier, how bad is the calibration of that cha? Are you by any chance feeling a lot of delay?" asked Luca, who surprisingly sounded like a doctor for chas.

"Yes, it’s not so bad, but I’m sure it could be better," replied the prince, who answered truthfully.

"Then that won’t do!"

"Sir! May I take a look at his cha first? I’ll try to calibrate it so he’d be able to get more out of the cha!"

Instructor Moore looked at his colleague before looking back at Xavier and asking, "Are you okay with your opponent touching your cha before a spar?"

"I’m fine if it’s him, Sir. He’s just going to take out as much handicap as he can so we’d be able to spar better."

"Handicap?"

"Yes, Sir. If I fight him like this, he’d get bored and likely not get the data he needs."

All of it was outrageous to literally everyone else.

That crazy person wanted to remove the handicap they didn’t even know existed from an S-class cha so they could fight better?!

What kind of bullshit was that? Thought many of the onlookers who hadn’t fought yet. But to those who apparently "volunteered" and lost, this was, without a doubt, a shadow that would follow them for the rest of their lives.

"Cadet Montclair, I understand, but does he know about your data to be able to calibrate it for you?" Moore asked, slightly disturbed.

"Yes, Sir. If there’s anyone who should know my data, it’s him. He’ll be able to do it."

And the prince wasn’t kidding, for Luca had mountains of data related to him, and even his piloting mannerisms had been filed and logged.

Moreover, Luca could probably calibrate chas for Xavier faster than he could calibrate chas for his own use. After all, the budding cha pilot’s data was new and still showed inconsistencies as he developed his personal fighting preferences, so sotis he’d stop to make test adjustnts.

So, the dutiful calibrator worked with impressive efficiency, resulting in a far better cha response.

Thus began the disgusting and traumatizing battle of two people who could actually fight.

Shit.