Chapter 94: Limited-Edition Item

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Chapter 94 of "The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL]" opens presenting twists: Chapter 94: Limited-Edition Item Kyle has never had a more tiring day than today. Not even when... Keep following!

Chapter 94: Limited-Edition Item Kyle has never had a more tiring day than today. Not even when he thought he would die from training as a young man did his worldview collapse this many times. Frankly, even the face of the corrupted hadn’t scared him out of his wits like this day. Who would’ve thought he’d age fifty years in one go? He walked mechanically towards their dorm room and frankly didn’t know how he managed to enter. At times like this, he wished he could be like Jax, who was now whistling happily, without knowing that his life was hinging on a tiny nail. How exactly was he supposed to explain to his superiors that his boss entered into such a contract without informing anyone? Kyle wasn’t sure if the person in question was even aware. Luca looked too normal for someone who just got hitched. But he couldn’t react because even Xavier wasn’t reacting. He actually doubted his sense and sensibilities and wondered if he was just exaggerating or if everybody else was blind to things?! But would he make it to the next day if he opened his damn mouth? And who would inherit the fruit cup and food he got as compensation? Kyle decided it was too early to die. And if they were going to all get killed by the Emperor, then he might as well wait longer so he could eat more. Eat together, die together. Kyle thought to himself as he slept in a fetal position. The day ended with Luca actually updating the shop. In their minds, this was perfect because tomorrow was going to be a break for most of them. Well, it was a mandatory health check after the corruption scare, but it was practically a long weekend for everybody who had to go through the test. So, the shop went live to disturb the peace once more. This time, a specialized team was created to monitor the vendor’s movements. The Star Mall staff didn’t care who the seller was, but they sure as hell cared when he or she updated the shop. The last time they were caught unaware, people’s heads nearly rolled, and an audit had to be done. It cannot happen again. The Star Mall team prayed hard when they saw that two new authentications had been requested this time. They couldn’t see what it was because the automatic system prioritized privacy, but they knew something new would emerge again. The poor staff could only hope the system would hold up this time. Thank goodness for them because it did. What did not hold up this time were people’s familial relationships and friendships—well, not until their purchases arrived. One such case was the soldiers at the military base. This time, the Marshal asked to have a special alarm installed to dissuade a certain someone from using the fire alarm. With the button conveniently placed on Eden’s desk, she was able to easily use her elbow to alert everyone while winning at life. So, when the alarm sounded, the people who were fast enough immediately zeroed in on their targets. Friendship and camaraderie came second, as most soldiers only used their feet to wake up their other roommates. Those lucky enough got a shout, but those unlucky enough didn’t even have the opportunity to see the screen. They were surprised to see only two items and quickly decided to go for what was called a fruit cup. The moment the sale time went live, the limited-time item vanished as if it was never even stocked. At 20,000 Star coins, Luca assumed that no one would want to buy it, especially considering that it was only one normal-sized bowl. Who in their right mind would want to buy one for 20,000? But the people of the Interstellar were built differently. Even if he added another zero, they would not blink or hesitate—not anymore, and never again. They learned from their immense losses in the first round and vowed to be sensible people. While they would’ve judged another shop to hell, their favorite vendor’s shop had never disappointed them. And today, there was something called egg-fried rice. Together, the items were definitely familiar, but as one item, they weren’t so sure. The rice used by the Interstellar people was usually brown and didn’t look anything remotely close to what was in the photo. Not to mention that their eggs weren’t that vibrant yellow but more like orange. So, what exactly was this Egg-fried rice? Of course, the comment section was again abuzz with questions about this new product. One post even asked who was lucky enough to order the limited-quantity item. [Will any of the blessed ones please let us unlucky people learn of this glorious-looking Egg-fried rice? Begging you!] [+1 to the upstairs beggar! I was too slow and was hindered by my cat from clicking fast enough!] [+1 I didn’t see the small number immediately and only clicked on the first thing my eyes saw! QAQ] The wailing was heard in the comments section, and a teenager, fresh-faced from his success, decided to bless the Empire with his kindness. [I managed to get one. I shall try to update everyone when it gets here in case no one else volunteers.] The young teen was facing his terminal while giggling at his success. His father asked them about this new craze and was determined to get a hold of a product. It was embarrassing for a trading mogul like them to be in the dark for something so popular. Owen was glad he beat out his brothers when the shop restocked. He was certain his father would reward him handsomely once he heard this news! Technically, he was rewarded. He did get money as expected, but he also felt heartache and regret—a whole bowl of it, in fact. When the deliveries arrived, Star Net was actually silent for a moment. It was as if people were so concentrated that no one could spare a moment to inform the unlucky people. One such household was the Mylor family, crowded around a bowl of golden perfection. Owen thought that someone needed to replace the photographer for this product because what was posted was clearly a scam. It didn’t capture the perfection of whatever this thing was! Not to mention the smell! Owen moved forward to breathe in more of the scent of his hard work, only to be whacked on the head by his father! "Stop inhaling it like that. What if you consume all the goodness with your nose?!" Owen felt aghast! He was the one who succeeded in ordering this, and now he was the one who couldn’t even smell the goods! And what do you know, when they were each allowed a measured spoonful, he was only allowed to taste the first bite! Regrets everywhere! Especially when his brain started singing after the food touched his tongue. Owen knew he was shit out of luck. It was so good he was probably never seeing it again! The young boy wanted to cry and shared his plight on Star Net. The supposed exaltation of the product ended up as a complaint on how his family held the bowl hostage and was now rationing the grains. The teen only felt better after realizing that so many other families experienced the same thing. Some even counted the number of rice grains per person and the size of the egg they were getting. Meanwhile, the people who got the fruit cups could only wail while smiling as they munched on some fruits they’d never even seen!

Chapter 94: Limited-Edition Item

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