[{"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-472":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},1218464,1604,"Chapter 472: Lighting Degree 8","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-472",472,"\u003Cp>Chapter 472: Lighting Degree 8\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beon Gyeoul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long black hair tied neatly into a traditional ponytail, cascading down like a flowing river of ink.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes—dark, yet shimmering faintly with a purplish hue that seemed to pulse with something far beyond mortal energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lightning danced subtly across his frame, not wild or erratic, but restrained — like a beast tamed through sheer discipline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His dark kimono, woven with intricate designs of eastern dragons winding through storm clouds, flowed in the wind like a tapestry of controlled chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was an undeniable beauty to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The kind that felt ancient — untouchable — like he belonged more to legend than to the present.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I had to compare, perhaps only Grand Duke Luther could match the sheer sense of presence Beon Gyeoul exuded, and even then… the textures of their auras were different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like in the game — where he stood like a shadow behind the curtains of power — the moment you saw him, it was impossible to ignore the pressure he brought with him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve stood in the presence of ascended beings before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Creatures who had stepped beyond the mortal threshold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’ve felt the distortion they carry — how the world itself feels warped in their vicinity, like something has been bent just slightly out of place. But this man… this presence…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t just heavy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was sharp — piercing in a way that made even breathing feel like an act of disrespect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was it just him?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or was this unnatural pressure sharpened further because of his instinctual dislike for me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Now that I think about it where’s father?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I had asked him to personally intervene if things get to dangerous is he nearby?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I can’t feel any other presence nearby though…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the smoke cleared from his thunderous descent, Beon Gyeoul stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each step was slow, deliberate, and eerily silent for someone whose very body shimmered with lightning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crater he left behind steamed faintly beneath his sandals, dust and pebbles rolling away from where his feet touched the ground.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stopped a short distance from me — eyes locked, unreadable and unwavering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t speak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t have to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In most situations, it would be customary for the one who initiated such a dramatic arrival to speak first — to assert dominance, or at least formalize the encounter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in this case… such rituals were meaningless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t come here of his own will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I brought him here, whether through challenge or implication.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, I stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, I bowed slightly, a respectful angle — not too deep, not too proud — and brought my hands together in the traditional gesture of martial etiquette: one open palm covering a clenched fist, raised at chest level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My respects, it’s a pleasure to finally be in the presence of the Head of the Gyeoul Clan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could feel his eyes narrowing ever so slightly — not out of hostility, but out of assessment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a storm measuring whether or not it should fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, I straightened my posture, letting the wind settle around me as I met his gaze once again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a split second, I caught it—just the faintest twitch of his brow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, you’re already aware of who I am?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Somewhat, yes,” I replied evenly. “You’re already a well-known figure, after all. Matching you to the rumors, the descriptions, the lightning—wasn’t exactly hard. Especially when I was already expecting you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air crackled faintly between us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The letter I received was enough. Even without it, that silent messenger of yours yesterday was already proof you were coming.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He didn’t respond immediately. Just stood there, the way a mountain might stand before deciding to move. Then, with a thoughtful look, he slowly raised a hand to his chin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…I didn’t expect you to be familiar with the etiquette of the Eastern Empire, boy.” His eyes narrowed slightly. “Did Seo teach you?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ah. He must mean the bow earlier. The hand gesture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Truthfully, I was just mimicking what I remembered from the game — an idle habit more than anything. But I wasn’t about to tell him that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“From time to time,” I answered simply. “Seo… tells me things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though, more accurately, she tends to just talk while I listen. Not that she’d admit to ‘teaching’ me anything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I see.” Beon’s gaze sharpened again. “So the two of you… really are fairly close, then.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Not just fairly. We are close.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“……”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His face didn’t change much, but I didn’t need to be a genius to catch it — the faint shift in his jaw, the slight tension in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A tinge of annoyance, maybe even disapproval, flickered across his otherwise calm expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought of his grand daughter being with me probably ticked a few loose screws at this old man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I guess it isn’t just me in general as he hates any guys approaching his dear princess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re more brazen than I thought, brat…” Beon muttered, voice low and gruff—almost amused, but not quite. His eyes glinted with something ancient and electric.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I met his gaze without flinching.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Considering the letter I sent, I figured you’d already have a decent idea of what kind of person I am by now. But for what it’s worth—I mean no disrespect by my words or actions.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I shifted my tone slightly, just enough to be sincere. “I only want to be genuine… with my future grandfather-in-law.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A low crackle of mana danced along his forearm. “It’s as if you’ve already assumed you’ve earned my approval, brat.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I gave a half-smile. “Well, given your reputation, I figured being bold was my only option.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it was the truth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no benefit in playing coy here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beon Gyeoul wasn’t the kind of man you negotiated with behind layers of subtlety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He saw through lies like paper, and I had no intention of being seen as weak or two-faced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The real deciding factor in everything—whether I could hold onto Seo, whether we could walk forward without shadows hanging over us—it all came down to this man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My intentions in baiting him out were layered, yes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But at the heart of it all was this: I wanted clarity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A line drawn in stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An agreement not bound by tradition or politics, but by action and acknowledgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And his personal help as well…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beon crossed his arms, his sharp gaze never once leaving mine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Luther mentioned you were full of surprises,” he said slowly. “And after all the charade you pulled just to get my attention, I see what he meant…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A brief silence passed before he added, “But brat… words and actions are two very different things.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I nodded once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Of course. I understand the weight of what I’m saying… and the consequences that may come with it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then let me ask—” Beon leaned forward, the static around him building like a storm gathering in his lungs, “—are you not afraid?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stared back at him without blinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Why should I be?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pause that followed was heavy—dense enough to choke the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then suddenly—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Kuhahahaha!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A booming laugh echoed across the battlefield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of it rumbled like thunder shaking loose from a mountain’s chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Brat… you really are something,” he said between bursts of laughter. “I won’t hesitate to kill you.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Then I’ll take you up on that challenge.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time since he arrived, Beon smiled—not the cold smirk of a predator, not the forced grin of a politician.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A real smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fierce. Proud. And maybe… just maybe, a little intrigued.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You truly are something else… I admit, I’m impressed with the little show you’ve put on. But this…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his hand slightly, and sparks of purple lightning crackled along his fingers like living veins of wrath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…What we are about to do is something entirely different.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air around us grew heavier as he spoke.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snowflakes that had once danced gently now seemed hesitant to fall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His presence was warping the field—turning the calm into tension.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“A dance of lightning, can only lead to a storm. And trust me, brat—I see no path in which you survive it.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Well, we won’t know unless we try, right?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My voice was calm. Maybe too calm for the situation. But that was exactly how it needed to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And besides…” I added with a faint smile, “if I can’t survive this much, what’s the point in trying to take Seo’s heart?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His eyes narrowed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…Is that how you seduced my princess, brat?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I tilted my head. “What do you mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beon didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he looked at me with a smirk—one that spoke volumes of disdain and amusement all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then came the words I knew were inevitable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The White Lotus letter has been accepted. And you’ve answered my challenge without hesitation.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He took a step forward, the snow beneath his feet evaporating slightly from the heat of his mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I win… your call for marriage to my granddaughter shall be abolished. And your death—” his words rang cold and final, “—shall be my trophy.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stared at me, studying me as if I were some rare beast that dared bare its fangs before a lion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Tell me then, brat… what is it that you seek—if you manage to win?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>…Death.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This old bastard wasn’t bluffing. He was serious. Ruthlessly so.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The danger in his words wasn’t just from power—it came from belief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, this whole challenge charade is just a means for him to legally kill me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This old bastard had a ton of different options to deny my letter for marriage… granted I was the one who took advantage of his personality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Death or not…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, my answer had always been clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“If I win… I want your approval—for my future relationship with Seo.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beon’s eyes flickered, just slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“And more than that—” I took a breath. “I want the great master in front of me… to become my teacher.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, Beon said nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was a strange look in his eyes—not shock, not anger. But curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if, just briefly, I’d become something more than an annoyance in his eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Suddenly, the air around us shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The skies above dimmed, stained a dark violet as the atmosphere changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A translucent field of energy—electric and immense—formed around us, buzzing faintly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like standing in the eye of a storm that hadn’t yet decided where to strike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beon’s mana expanded across the snowy field like a tidal wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—like a domain, vast and suffocating, swallowing the world with its presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then, with one simple motion, he pulled something from his robe—a coin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He flicked it into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faint clang echoed across the clearing, clear and sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The duel began.\u003C\u002Fp>",1813,"2026-06-03T14:40:38.926Z",1,"novelbin.me","7b17ce4c493b189d4411b655bd044f4d59b13228250c7585c855d03cb33c68dd","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-473","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-471",727,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhow-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-cover.jpg"]