The Royal Military Academy's Impostor Owns a Dungeon [BL] - Chapter 272

Chapter 272: Limited Items
While it was rather obvious that they were all spiraling into madness, what actually solidified their conviction was one simple comment.

“I think Lulu would get lonely. I’ll probably sleep in the barn tonight.”

Jax looked deep in thought as he said this, and Elder Pao Xi, a figure who valued such convictions, actually faltered mid-step.

The bony elder who hadn’t been here for that long actually looked at these kids who had practically moved into the barn since the arrival of this cow.

And the deity looked at them with an expression of an elder whose soul had just been startled into emotional existence.

He sighed, resigned but relieved.

And just like that, they ended up with nine more cows.

Yes.

Nine.

Not because they needed that many immediately, but because they figured that Lulu deserved friends.

Elder Pao Xi declared that companions would normally help prevent emotional distress. And after witnessing the kind of treatment Lulu received, the elder could only concede to adding more cows.

After all, Lulu seemed to live better than some of the minor dieties he’d long known.

Luca shyly agreed with this, as he now knew what it felt like to have many friends, and he felt that 135,000 CP was not something that he should deny the provider of liquid gold.

And so they ended up with a total of ten cows.

Yet, as hard as it was to imagine, they still had a crisis.

Butter.

You see, they finally managed to use that creamery to produce their very first, yet very small, batch of butter with the help of the creme separator.

But the yield was, well, heartbreaking. Barely enough to satisfy the whole group.

And this was largely because the same people couldn’t stop “quality testing” the milk—especially Ollie, who heard about the relationship of bone growth and milk, which the Elder supported by showing off his very dead yet very nice bones).

So, with an impossible hope, he drank milk like his life (height) depended on it. For if anything, it seemed like his chances with the cute girls did.

But with this consumption, they only ended up with a small, precious batch of butter that gleamed like temptation—which didn’t even last long enough for D-29 to take a photo of.

Thankfully, he had videos instead.

This pitiful turnout actually got them thinking about filling up the current barn with cows, but amidst all this, one Dungeon owner actually hesitated.

Not because it was going to cost an astronomical amount of CP, but because of guilt.

Yes, guilt.

Luca glanced toward the now-shrunken shadow of the chicken coop.

Once, Coop I was known as the Chicken Villa. A source of pride, with its automated feeders, smart nesting towers ,and chicken apartments that even set the ambient lighting to the optimal one for the chickies.

But now, beside Barn III, the once majestic coop looked like an accessory shack.

In fact, the betrayal in Pan-pan’s eyes could’ve curdled milk.

And so, Luca, the guilt-ridden owner, asked D-29 for the possible coop upgrades and quietly mourned as he tapped on [YES] twice.

And from having to pay an additional 100,000 CP, it became 250,000 CP to get it to Coop level III.

By morning, the chickens strutted out of the newly shimmering coop, which was fitted with an even smarter egg collection belt and a new grazing area for those who preferred a freer life.

And while hens don’t normally crow, one Pan-pan, the official chicken boss, did so three times at sunrise to proclaim his opinion.

Luca was forgiven that day.

Well, at least for now.

If anything, at least he was only left with figuring out how to cater to the fishes who had probably been abused the most.

But the day was not just full of spending, but also of awe as the Elder, who was more than glad to hear about their valuation of these animals, decided to show them a little something.

Like the other elders, he had an affinity with those in his jurisdiction, and in his case, it was these animals.

His presence alone increased productivity and intimacy. And coupled with the energy-dense space they were all in, this undoubtedly had a huge effect on production.

Chickens laid more eggs, and the cows produced higher volumes of milk. And when Elder Pao Xi blessed the coop, Pan-pan even laid two golden eggs by noon.

Luca stared at them for over twenty minutes, unsure of whether they were edible or symbolic, but the Elder just said it was normal for creatures that have cultivated to that extent.

The original chicken owner was confused, but as he guessed to what extent, he figured that maybe it was to the extent of a giant boulder.

But other than the eggs, one facility that reaped the most benefit was the creamery, which finally had enough supply to try for a modest operation.

Obviously, it wasn’t to the amount they wanted, but at least it could run the facility.

And this, in particular, got the Imperial Crown Prince curious.

That was understandable, for Xavier considered that this was largely machine-operated work that they could ideally replicate.

While they had clear issues with anything biological and ecological, there was one thing they had managed to develop, and that was technology, and therefore machinery.

So, the Prince stuck by Luca as he tried learning the concepts and reasoning behind this particular facility.

Not to mention, he wanted to stay close to the busy guy so he could be the first one to taste the butter his wife had made from here.

But the little cook went even further as they combined their efforts to make garlic butter that Xavier had to immortalize.

He just had to.

And it was labeled as “First Joint Batch.”

One that they didn’t sell nor share with others, as it went straight into being kept after a modest amount was used for personal tasting.

Obviously, all this was a resounding success.

Much better than their earlier attempts.

And so the next day, Luca authorized the release of their first premium WCP shop items that were to be sold in limited quantities.

The holographic interface displayed 10 units of each item: Fresh Butter, Whole Milk, and Strawberry Milk.

All Items only required 10 WCP, which meant 10 hours of sanctuary work, and only because they were limited items.

All were priced affordably considering the kind of items they were getting, but each came with a disclaimer about moderating consumption, which obviously was ignored when there were more pressing issues at hand.

The moment the store interface refreshed, chaos unfolded.

Across the Sanctuary, people stopped their work to stare at their holographic screens for this momentous event.

It was a battle of hand speed.

Some cracked knuckles. Others whispered prayers. Several reviewed mental flowcharts.

And when the store went live, hands flew.

The butter was gone in under two seconds.

Milk? Two-point-three seconds.

Strawberry milk? Four-point-one. Slower, but only because some got fixated over the photo attached by the hard-working D-29.

Groans echoed across the open fields.

A medical technician fell to her knees, whispering, “I was so close. I felt the dairy in my hands.”

A junior maid fainted when his hand shook in panic.

Some formed barter groups, exchanging WCP or guard duties in exchange for “first dibs” on the next refresh.

Those who succeeded?

They ascended.

One lab worker opened her butter container, took one sniff, and cried. Full-on tears. She buttered a cup of corn kernels and described it as “a sunbeam wrapped in a hug.”

Another described the strawberry milk as “sweeter than my first crush” and promptly started preparing for the next day’s conquest.

After the first redemption wave, the losers gathered near the garden fountains, sharing tales of milliseconds missed and narrow defeats.

“It appeared, and I tapped! I SWEAR I did!” One guard sobbed dramatically.

“You blinked; I saw it,” his friend consoled him, patting his back solemnly.

Allies were made. Rivalries were born. And the phrase “See you at reset” became an official form of challenge.

Luca and the rest of DG watched all of this, and wondered if it would be safe to release such a product on the VIP store for the Day Care.

Or would that inadvertently start some sort of civil war?

But Xavier said it should be fine, but only if they can increase their current pitiful output, or if they could stop particular people from hoarding.

Ehem, Duke Leander.