[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game":3,"chapter-how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-471":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"english","How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},1218463,1604,"Chapter 471: Lighting Degree 7","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-471",471,"\u003Cp>Chapter 471: Lighting Degree 7\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few hundred meters away from Riley, an old man knelt at the edge of a cliff — though anyone looking at him wouldn’t think of him as “old.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His youthful features were misleading, a side effect of years spent refining his body beyond what was humanly possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, the weight of his presence made it clear: this was no ordinary man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His arms were folded, posture calm, but his sharp eyes were locked on the young man training below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As they narrowed, their dark hue shifted ever so slightly, tinged with purple — and faint streaks of lightning began dancing around his body in response, flickering like restless sparks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down in the forest, Riley moved like a blur.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trees, snow, terrain — he dashed past all of it with sharp precision and speed, but to Beon Gyeoul… it was all in slow motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like any other of his many descendants practicing his technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet… this time felt different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t usually give this much attention.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even to those he had personally acknowledged as worthy of using the Hidden Blade Technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But today — his focus was fully, completely on the boy below.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, beside him, a soft voice broke the silence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My~ isn’t he quite surprising, Clan Head.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was light and teasing, but laced with curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bom Gyeoul had approached silently, like the breeze itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eldest granddaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her foxlike red eyes were half-lidded in amusement as she followed his gaze, her long crimson hair trailing behind her, caught in the faint wind stirred by Riley’s explosive training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t say much more — she didn’t need to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone carried it all. Interest, amusement, maybe even a bit of disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beon didn’t look at her. His gaze remained fixed on Riley as he let out a quiet breath, arms still folded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Seo said the boy just naturally picked up the technique after training with her a bit,” Bom murmured, her voice calm but tinged with disbelief. “But… even I didn’t expect this level of progress. I thought we’d be seeing a rough, half-baked imitation — maybe even a spin-off technique using the Hidden Blade as a base.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She paused, her eyes narrowing slightly as she watched Riley move again through the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“But not just the first form… the second… and even the third. His form isn’t just good — it’s perfect. If not for his impractical choice of weapon, wouldn’t you say he looks like a textbook disciple, Clan Head?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…He’s better than expected,” Beon finally muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bom smiled, amused by how reluctant he sounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Fufu~ now that’s a rare kind of praise, coming from you. Didn’t you say he was a fraud just a day ago?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…I admit,” Beon said after a brief silence, “my initial judgment may have been… a lapse in emotion.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bom chuckled quietly. Her grandfather was many things — cold, disciplined, intimidating — but when it came to owning up to his mistakes, he had his moments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Looking down at Riley again, Bom found herself drawn in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he moved, the way he handled the technique — sharp, elegant, deliberate. It reminded her of someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he carried himself with subtle pride and focused energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no hesitation in his footwork, no waste in his strikes. It was almost… nostalgic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…He reminds you of someone, doesn’t he?” she asked softly, not turning to face him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beon didn’t answer, but the slight shift in his eyes said enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t want to say it out loud — maybe he couldn’t — but he knew exactly who she meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way Riley moved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he layered his mana not just on his sword but into the flow of his movement.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way his eyes scanned the environment, reading everything except his actual target — as if his instincts had already locked onto the outcome.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the very same thing he had once seen in his beloved granddaughter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seo — the prodigy of the Gyeoul Clan. The one who had inherited the technique not just by blood, but in spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, somehow, this boy… was walking in her shadow — or maybe beside it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching Riley perform the 4th form down below, Beon Gyeoul’s usually composed expression twitched — just slightly — at the corner of his eye.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had expected something decent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps, like Bom, he figured the boy would manage the first form well enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, the first form was just one clean, decisive slash — a foundation for everything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With Riley’s potential, it wasn’t unreasonable to expect him to grasp that much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But to see the boy go beyond that — not only executing the second and third forms with precision, but now… even the fourth?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was something far beyond even Beon’s expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, his surprise didn’t end there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Beon narrowed his gaze, the atmosphere suddenly shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My~ My~ is he…?” Bom whispered next to him, her voice caught between awe and disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she didn’t finish her thought — because in the next instant, the world itself seemed to pause.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wind stilled. The forest hushed. Even time felt like it skipped a beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, without warning — VOOOSHHHH—!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep, violet slash carved the world in half.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The light vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything before Riley was cleaved open — air, stone, and even the very ground beneath him were utterly destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The lingering pulse of mana crackled in the air like the aftermath of a god’s judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Purplish lightning danced across the devastation like an echo refusing to die.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just powerful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was precise. Measured. Controlled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final form of the Hidden Blade Technique — [Null Space] — had been performed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bom’s lips parted, but no sound came out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes, usually lidded and unreadable, widened slightly as shock overtook her composure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weight of what she just witnessed was not lost on her — not even for a second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That form… that final form…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t something one could simply replicate with enough mana or raw strength.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, it demanded far more than that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One had to see beyond the wall — to break through the veil of perception itself, to understand not just the techniques but the essence behind them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a convergence of all previous forms, an act that combined aura control, mana flow, movement theory, and a spiritual detachment from the very reality one intended to cut through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The final form was not just a technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a state of being.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Until now, only three people had ever performed it flawlessly: the clan head himself, her father, and her cherished younger sister — Seo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now… him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bom slowly turned her gaze back to Beon, whose stern expression had grown unreadable, lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes still locked on the boy standing amidst the wreckage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t tell what her grandfather was thinking — whether he was proud, or troubled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But one thing was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy wasn’t just someone who learned the Hidden Blade Technique.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was someone who was born to wield it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Watching as the last arcs of violet lightning danced around Riley, Beon Gyeoul narrowed his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sparks weren’t ordinary — they were remnants of a technique only someone with his bloodline should’ve been capable of producing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That fact alone caused a storm of conflicting thoughts within him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, the old man rose to his feet from his position atop the cliff, the wind whispering through his dark ponytail as power began to hum faintly around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Bom,” he said, his voice calm yet heavy with intent. “You delivered the letter to the boy, correct?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, Clan Head,” Bom replied smoothly, without turning her gaze from Riley, who remained in the field below, standing amidst the scorched earth like a lone statue after a divine catastrophe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beon nodded, silently acknowledging what Riley’s presence here truly meant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had come — not hidden, not hesitated. Out in the open, accepting the letter, and in turn, its meaning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if the boy hadn’t spoken a single word of acceptance, this was confirmation enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Then he accepts the duel,” Beon muttered under his breath. “Good.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And if by some chance Riley had not understood the true meaning behind the challenge… then Beon had other methods in mind — ones far less formal than a duel, and perhaps, far more painful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After all, it wasn’t just about technique anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The boy had managed to catch the innocent heart of his most precious granddaughter — a matter the Gyeoul clan head could not overlook lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re not coming?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Unfortunately… no,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Oh? are you that confident in your future son-in-law?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“While I do admit I’m a bit worried… trust me, Beon — my ‘son’ will surprise you in more ways than one.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>….\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beon scoffed — not out of mockery, but because he realized something that irritated and amused him at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luther’s words… they might actually come true.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, regardless of talent, potential, or even love… in the end, none of it mattered if the boy couldn’t withstand what came next.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The trial ahead wasn’t just about combat — it was about surviving lightning itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A degree of power only those who had truly stepped into the realm of natural forces could control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air began to grow heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low rumble echoed across the sky as purple lightning slowly crackled around Beon’s figure, the crackling energy snaking along his limbs like living serpents.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dark hair fluttered, then began to shift — streaks of violet surging through it, until his entire figure was lit by a faint electric glow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes flashed — no longer dark, but now brimming with flickering arcs of electricity that mirrored the skies themselves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He turned toward Bom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Make sure no one interferes.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Not even the Grand Duke?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beon’s eyes narrowed at that, his voice cold and almost teasing. “Luther won’t kill you… so do try.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bom’s lips curved into a subtle smirk. “Understood, Clan Head.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BZZZZZT—!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>VOOOOMMMMM—!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a violent burst of purple light, Beon Gyeoul disappeared into the sky — a jagged bolt of lightning arcing downward, tearing through the heavens with an ear-shattering crack. In the distance, he slammed into the ground before Riley, the impact carving a crater into the earth and sending a shockwave that rippled through the forest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Dust and debris scattered like petals in a storm, the sky briefly illuminated by his arrival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bom stood still on the cliffside, her red hair swaying in the artificial wind stirred by the explosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fox-like eyes gleamed as she watched her grandfather descend, and her gaze drifted toward Riley, who hadn’t even flinched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He hadn’t reacted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even when the Clan Head himself had struck down from the heavens like divine judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bom’s smile widened, licking her lips slightly — not from desire, but intrigue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fox-like grin crept across her face, sly and knowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now I see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She could feel it in her chest now — what Seo must’ve felt that day.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That subtle, undeniable pull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That quiet, dangerous charm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now, she understood just a little more about how her ever-beloved little sister might’ve fallen so deeply for this boy named Riley.\u003C\u002Fp>",1885,"2026-06-03T14:40:38.926Z",1,"novelbin.me","48475cd6f10814edcfb1b47d2bbdbdfcddb3aae835b5b0d78bd30dcd1c78691f","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-472","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-470",727,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhow-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-cover.jpg"]