[{"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-498":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},1218490,1604,"Chapter 498: Helping Juniors 5","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-498",498,"\u003Cp>\"Touching a princess like that...\" Stacia muttered under her breath, eyes narrowed in accusation. \"Looks like the rumors about you were true, Senior. You really have no shame.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You said not to hold back, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"That’s not what I was talking about!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only five minutes had passed, yet Stacia was already slumped on the snowy grass, flushed and dazed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands clutched her chest as she struggled to control her breathing, soft huffs escaping her lips like mist in the cold air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her legs trembled, and her usually composed expression was utterly shattered into a blend of confusion, embarrassment, and frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And all this was my fault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well... partly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t expect the mana residual massage technique Master Beon had taught me would affect her this much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When he first used it on me, I barely felt a thing—though he did yell at me afterward, saying I had the \"mana constitution of a damned rock.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now I understood why he called me absurd.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, I thought he was exaggerating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now? Not so much.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The technique itself was simple in theory but difficult in practice—spreading one’s mana gently across another’s body to stimulate natural flow, detect irregularities, and loosen blocked circuits before training.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A kind of mana acupuncture, or mana massage, depending on how you looked at it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t meant to be painful... or paralyzing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet here she was—collapsed in the snow like she just ran ten laps around the continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Looks like the effects of that technique are more intense than I thought,\" I muttered, raising my hand to help her up. \"Let’s call it a day. We can reschedule the rest of training once your body gets used to—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Swish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She batted my hand away immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No...\" she said firmly, still panting. \"We’ll start training now.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her legs were wobbling like they were made of paper, and she was glaring up at me with the sheer intensity of a knight who refused to back down even when her body screamed otherwise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You don’t have to push yourself, junior,\" I said quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I-It’s fine...!\" she shot back through gritted teeth as she staggered to her feet. \"Let’s start...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her pride was practically radiating off her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I watched her for a moment, resisting the urge to sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t just stubborn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was determined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if her magic and royal blood had brought her far, what truly made her a heroine wasn’t just her talent—it was this. That blazing, reckless refusal to yield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stepped back, letting her find her balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Alright then. Just don’t blame me if you pass out in ten minutes.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmph.\" She flicked her hair, still wobbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She ended up collapsing in exactly 10 minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hey, Senior... I’ve been meaning to ask,\" Stacia began, pausing between swings, her breaths coming in short, sharp gasps. \"Are you sure you’re a master?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I never said I was,\" I replied casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"No, but your skills—your strength, power—they’re the literal definition of one. So it would make sense if your intuition, perception, and wisdom were all on the same level, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Maybe?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Then why?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why what?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Why am I just swinging my sword up and down like a lunatic for an hour straight!?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice cracked slightly as she raised her red sword once again and brought it down with force, the blade cutting through the air in a clean arc.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat clung to her forehead, her cheeks were flushed red, and her arms trembled from the strain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breaths were ragged now—each exhale a visible puff in the cold morning air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite her complaints, I had to admit... she was holding on better than expected.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>After yesterday’s very unfortunate start to our training—where she nearly passed out after five minutes thanks to the mana residual technique—I honestly thought she’d tap out early today as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She came back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This morning, she stormed into our meeting spot with a fire in her eyes and a level of determination that made me... oddly proud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Embarrassment, it seemed, was quite the fuel for motivation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I told you already, we’re focusing on your physical capabilities during this training period.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"At least let me use mana!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Nope, If I even sense you using a drop of mana, we’re going back to zero. Start all over. Understood?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re cruel!\" she half-screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I chuckled. \"You’re the one who told me not to hold back, remember? Now quit talking and keep swinging. You’re still a thousand swings away from our daily quota.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She glared at me like she wanted to stab me—probably in the gut—but didn’t say another word.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead, she growled softly and lifted her sword again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was impressive, honestly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with all her noble pride and natural affinity for magic, she wasn’t the type to quit easily.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And despite her protests and dramatic complaints, she was slowly but surely improving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thirty more minutes passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—thud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She finally collapsed into the snow, arms spread out like a fallen soldier, her sword sinking beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Ugh... I hate you...\" she muttered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I smirked, walking over and standing above her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Good. That means it’s working.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now I understand why Master Beon loved to make me suffer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>....\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Faster.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haah!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’re losing consistency.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FOOOSHH!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Adjust your stance—you’re off-balance.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"HUAAH!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Control your breathing.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haaah!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Again!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rhythm of sharp exhales and the sound of metal slicing through air echoed beneath the quiet canopy of trees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>We were deep in the training grounds, far from the usual noise of the academy, where the only voices heard were mine and Stacia’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two more days had passed since our awkward and somewhat chaotic first session.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now, here we were.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every morning without fail, she’d show up, already stretching and warming up before I even arrived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was fiery, determined, and—as much as she complained—more disciplined than most knights her age.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, she was working through my adjusted swing drill: a combo of horizontal slashes—left and right—before resetting her stance and repeating the motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her sword was heavy, her breaths heavier, but the sharp glint in her eye never dulled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t even grumble today. Well—less than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To her credit, her performance had improved dramatically.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her form wasn’t perfect, but the sharpness of each swing, her coordination, even the balance of her weight distribution had come a long way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not to mention her stamina.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her current record for training survival before collapsing was now officially one hour and fifty minutes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Considering this was just the fourth day, that was actually quite insane.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most first-years wouldn’t have lasted ten minutes under such strict, repetitive physical conditioning—especially with the no mana rule in place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This kind of training wasn’t just for the body—it was a slow burn of the spirit. It tested discipline, patience, and willpower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet... she endured.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Three thousand!\" she finally shouted, her voice nearly cracking into a sob.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her swings stopped abruptly, and she staggered back, panting as if her lungs had given out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her sword dipped into the snow, and she fell to her knees before slumping against the wide trunk of a nearby tree, sweat clinging to her bangs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The high noon sun bore down on us.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I approached with a small nod. \"Good job... looks like you’ve improved a lot. You didn’t collapse this time.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wasn’t even mocking. I meant it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Genuinely, I was impressed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She shot me a tired glare as she coughed lightly, wiping her damp forehead with her sleeve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You know, Senior...\" she wheezed, pressing her back against the tree, \"isn’t this just exercise?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I raised an eyebrow and tapped my chin thoughtfully. \"Hmm. In a sense, yes...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes widened, jaw falling slightly open. \"At least pretend to deny it!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I chuckled inwardly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying to deny it, huh...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, in truth, this training—despite its layered purposes—was essentially exercise at its core.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A fundamental drill disguised beneath martial severity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just as Master Beon used to tell me back in the day whenever I dared to grumble about endlessly swinging my sword:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"The blade forgets when the body forgets. You train your limbs not to move faster, but to remember where it all began.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was annoying when he got philosophical like that, but he wasn’t wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This training was designed not only to rebuild muscle memory, but also to restructure the foundation of one’s physicality.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a painful, slow method.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Tedious to a fault.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the long run, it had undeniable benefits—especially for someone like her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, looking at Stacia now, I could tell she wasn’t exactly... satisfied.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her brows furrowed ever so slightly, arms crossed as she looked at me with barely concealed frustration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She clearly expected more—some hidden art or ancient sword style that explained my rise in power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something mythical. Something flashy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But I had nothing like that to offer her. At least not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stacia was already naturally gifted, especially in her magic. In the future, her flames would evolve far beyond ordinary heat—blazing through even the fiercest enchantments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If her arc progressed like in the game, her spells could one day rival even Snow’s domain or Rose’s intricate golden incantations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That’s why right now, I wasn’t giving her miracles—I was laying the groundwork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Strengthening her body. Forging her rhythm. Teaching her discipline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That said, I did prepare a small bonus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something to accelerate the process a little.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This is...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stacia blinked as I handed her a small pouch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She took it, raising a curious eyebrow before carefully opening it. Inside was a single, oddly shaped bean—dull brown in color, almost like a dried seed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What is this?\" she asked, narrowing her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Eat it,\" I said simply, pulling out a similar bean from my own pocket. \"Trust me—it helps. Here, I’ll take mine first.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without hesitation, I tossed the bean into my mouth and chewed. The texture was dry. The taste?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nonexistent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stacia gave me the classic you’re definitely trying to poison me look before sighing in surrender and popping hers in.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...It’s surprisingly tasteless,\" she muttered after a moment, a hint of disappointment in her voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I know, right?\" I said with a light laugh. \"I expected something more earthy or bitter the first time, too.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared at the pouch, then glanced at me. \"So what does it do?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You’ll feel it kick in later. For now, just know it’s a mana-support stimulant. Handmade. Safe. It helps your body circulate internal mana more efficiently while in a state of strain. Don’t expect it to do the training for you, though—it just helps your body adapt faster to the pressure I’m putting on it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stacia blinked. \"...Wait, you made this?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Technically, I modified it. But yeah.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at me again, this time with more confusion than skepticism.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t blame her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The rumors didn’t exactly paint me as the type to dabble in alchemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Well, this item’s really only beneficial to you...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mana Seeds—a common, dirt-cheap item you could buy right across the street in the commercial district.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Most students didn’t even glance at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first glance, they looked like novelty junk. Weak, tasteless, with nothing flashy aside from a slight glow when crushed or consumed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To most people, they were harmless trinkets, not worth the coin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But hidden beneath that harmless exterior was an effect only a handful of students could ever benefit from.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And Stacia just happened to be one of them. That’s why I went out of my way to tweak them specifically for her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Modified the recipe just enough to align with her affinity—something no one else in the academy would’ve thought to do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, I didn’t tell her that I only discovered this in my 13th playthrough of the game—when I finally focused on her route.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And even then, it took a specific chain of rare events to unlock the Mana Burn synergy she would later be famous for.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I did feel a little guilty about stealing the first-year’s... but considering I’d modified the beans specifically to suit Stacia’s body and affinity, I guess it wasn’t technically stealing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Mana Seeds were just groundwork.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because once she unlocks the[Skill: Mana Burn],her mana will burn faster than most mages could dream of managing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Without proper mana control and capacity support, it could devour her from the inside out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Getting a head start now would make all the difference later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Hence why most players struggled to have Stacia keep up with her monstruous peers, in any first playthroughs specially without the mana seed information.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I’m sure you’ll want a change of pace tomorrow... so, how about we have a practice match, my dear student?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her head perked up at the sudden suggestion, eyes gleaming. \"A match?! Am I allowed to use mana this time?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Of course not.\"\u003C\u002Fp>",2129,"2026-06-03T14:40:38.926Z",1,"novelbin.me","687a000a8aa520e17fafcc26714ee93060da5f330fbcf81d6bab58fa59008391","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-499","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-497",727,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhow-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-cover.jpg"]