The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] novel Chapter 650

Chapter 650: Script in Shambles

According to extensive preparations, the scenes today should’ve gone as follows:

Scene 1: A shady meeting in some over-the-top banquet hall, chandeliers glittering above, with the clear purpose of intimidation.

Scene 2: As the main character bowed respectfully, the in-laws would dramatically slam a sad-looking paper across the table, accompanied by an offensively large sum of money. Gasps would follow. Outrage would erupt. Tears would stream. Depending on the intended rating, there might even be slaps.

Scene 3: Then, with perfect timing, the main character’s family would arrive. Equally dramatic, they would scream about insulting their child and their cows. Tables would overturn. Kneecaps would shatter. An all-out brawl would begin in glorious slow motion.

Scene 4: As security swarmed in and chaos reigned supreme, the main couple—hands clasped, eyes wet with teary realizations—would declare that if their families would not accept them, then they would run away together.

Scene 5: Naturally, they would forget to grab the sad-looking paper. Poverty would strike immediately. And as if fate were a vindictive playwright, accusations of cheating with a mysterious extra, a shocking baby swap, or the reveal of someone’s true identity would surface. There would be fainting. Lots of fainting.

Scene 6: Then, if, by some miracle, they survived the hired guns, the inevitable vehicles colliding at suspicious intersections, and the tragic but somehow convenient illnesses, then—finally—the main couple would be able to live a happy ending after exhausting both their families.

It would’ve been a great script. But unlike those, D-29, as the most helpful little system, had prepared money so they wouldn’t be too poor to afford a measly Star Net channel subscription.

There was even enough CP so that the Host and the benefactor wouldn’t go hungry, nor would they have to perish from vehicular accidents. After all, if there were no need to ride vehicles because they could travel for free, then there would be no need for accidents.

But things refused to happen as planned, and D-29’s attempt to record cinematic events was failing miserably because the little system could not predict the flow of events at all.

What could’ve been a banquet hall was switched to a medical bay.

The criminal, who should have appeared halfway through the story for maximum impact, was apprehended before the meeting even began.

During the so-called fateful confrontation, the in-laws—who were supposed to slap the table and demand separation—actually bowed to the main character instead. And then, the little system was told that the boss would be given everything.

It should have been a happy ending already. There was already a kissing scene, and D-29 had even managed to capture it from three different flattering angles.

But the steps were once again violated when the attack came!

To begin with, how could the questionable event even be considered an attack?! Was the action finally starting?

If only. Because instead of flashy vehicular accidents and explosions, D-29 only managed to film a herd of elders arriving en masse, hobbling like the slowest stampede in history.

The little system comforted itself by thinking that at least this meant the next step would happen properly. But then came the main character’s family.

Only, instead of the expected confrontation where the main couple would dramatically declare their devotion and storm out hand in hand, they all ran away!

Together!

That meant they were saved, right? They managed to survive.

So D-29 thought the scene was over.

But at the very last moment, there was finally a revelation of someone’s true identity!

But...

But how come things turned out like this?

How could the source of the revelation pass out himself?!

And how come the others bowed as if they already knew?!

The little system was bewildered.

It should’ve been dramatic.

Exciting.

Emotional.

Filled with conflicts and surprises that would’ve made even Mariana proud.

So how come no one was reacting properly?!

But if the little system could only read everyone’s minds, then it would have seen emotions, drama, and explosions as a much-awaited—mostly feared—event reached its tipping point.

The collective reaction came first.

A sharp intake of air.

And a far smaller number of exhales.

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