[{"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-539":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},1219006,1604,"Chapter 539: Dungeons and Chaos 5","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-539",539,"\u003Cp>Chapter 539: Dungeons and Chaos 5\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What’s going on?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought wasn’t calm—it was jagged, sharp, cutting into her mind with each frantic heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where am I?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Where is this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this real?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath hitched, and before she could process more—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cough…! Cough…!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound dragged her attention back to him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“S–Senior Riley!” she cried, her voice cracking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She scrambled to her knees beside him, the meadow’s soft grass bending under her weight as she pressed her hands desperately to the gaping wound in his chest and arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm, wet life spilled between her fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He chuckled—a low, rasping sound that hurt to hear. “Haha… Senior, huh… it’s been a long time since the last time I’ve heard you call me that.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Quiet down for now,” she snapped, voice trembling. “This will hurt for a bit.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mana flared before she even thought to stop it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames burst from her palms, casting a flickering orange glow over his bloodied skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fire hissed as it met torn flesh, searing through the mangled stump where his right arm had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riley groaned softly, but there was no accusation in his eyes—only a strange, fading warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a fleeting second, Stacia wondered why she felt no pain using her mana here. No strain, no tearing in her core. It was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was no time to dwell on it—not when his blood was still flowing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She narrowed the heat, controlling it with surgical precision, sealing torn veins, charring the edges just enough to stop the worst of the bleeding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The smell of burnt flesh curled into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her stomach twisted, but she moved on, shifting toward the gash in his chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only for his left hand—cold and unyielding—to catch hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Stop wasting your mana… and go.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her head snapped up. “Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His voice softened, almost playful, but there was a weariness behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Don’t worry. I’ll stay here… and give you some time.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“What are you talking about—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before she could finish, he pulled her forward, one hand cupping the back of her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His embrace was firm but gentle, his warmth pressing into her like a memory she didn’t want to lose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Why did you resist, little light…?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice came from behind her. It wasn’t spoken—it invaded, crawling into her mind with a cold so deep it made her bones ache.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Vain effort can only lead to this outcome… Why resist when you know all roads lead to me?]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stacia’s entire body locked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A suffocating pressure surrounded her, as if the air itself had been replaced by an endless, crushing void.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her vision swam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The meadow seemed to wither at the edges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’m sorry, Stacia…” Riley whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden light began to gather around him, burning brighter and brighter until it forced her eyes shut.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Little Light…. I am the end….]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[YOUR END…]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Haha, I know…. that’s why let’s place a bet shall we?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[……..]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stacia wanted to ask what was going on but before she could say something, Riley spoke.…. his voice broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Next time…. I hope the next me… will do better…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then the light consumed her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>….\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she woke again, it was to a familiar sight—or at least, that’s what her mind tried to tell her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyelids slid open slowly, the ceiling above her swimming into view.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The carved wood, polished to a gentle sheen, the subtle golden trims along the edges… yes, she knew this ceiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the moment recognition hit, so did a surge of panic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her senses spiked—every breath sharp, every sound too loud. She pushed herself upright in one sudden motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Senior!” she called out, voice edged with urgency.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes swept the room, searching for him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this wasn’t the meadow, nor the strange stone chamber she had been in before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t anywhere close to where she had been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No… this place was—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…My room?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gentle voice, warm and unhurried, answered from nearby.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm? Oh my… forgive me for my manners, Your Highness. Did I make too much noise, perhaps?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She turned toward the source and found herself staring at Selicia—Sel—her personal maid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The woman stood near the side of the room, halfway through a graceful bow, a soft smile on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hands were folded neatly in front of her, a dusting cloth tucked discreetly at her side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Sel…?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ll prepare your warm tea right away, Your Highness,” Selicia said with practiced ease, already turning toward the tea stand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She moved with the familiar rhythm Stacia knew so well, as though she had been doing this every morning for years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stacia didn’t answer right away. Her mind was still tangled in questions, but her body remained still, as if moving too quickly might cause the fragile scene to shatter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was only when she turned toward the tall mirror beside her bed that her breath caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl reflected there had the same golden-blonde hair that fell in soft waves past her shoulders, the same deep crimson eyes that burned with quiet intensity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But… younger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smaller shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Softer features.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A frame that barely rose above the height of the dressing table.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This is…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her hand reached toward the glass, fingertips brushing over the cooler surface as if she could pass through it and touch the truth on the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked like she was ten years old again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>……..\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BZZZT!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>GRRKKK!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound tore through the darkness like a crackling storm, the air itself trembling as though thunderclouds were rolling overhead—except there was no sky here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deep within the dungeon’s lowest and most forsaken pits, far below where sunlight could ever hope to reach, a figure sat cross-legged in the gloom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A clown.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or something that wore the skin of one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its grotesque frame swayed slightly as it worked—five, no… six long arms moving in jittering harmony, fingers clawing invisible lines into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Glowing red trails followed each movement, forming symbols and spirals that writhed like living worms before sinking into the blackness around it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two enormous crimson eyes hovered on its pale, painted face, gleaming with a mixture of curiosity and caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before it floated a single red orb, its glassy surface showing the events of a story it wove—its story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Except… something was wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The image within the orb blurred, distorting until it was nothing but a smear of color and light, as though the connection had been sliced away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature froze mid-stroke, its fingers twitching in midair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a heartbeat, it felt something it despised—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Loss of control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its voice cracked and shuddered like rusted metal grinding against itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“PPPPPRRROBBBBLEEEEMMMM… R-R-R-ESOLVED…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its painted smile didn’t move, yet the sound came again, warping into a dissonant chant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“STRANGE… strange… S T R A N G E…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“CURIOUS… STRANGE…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thoughts spiraled and crashed inside its mind—so many at once that even it could not untangle them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The tragedy of the young Stacia had already been written.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her role was in place; her path marked from the beginning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why had the thread of her tale gone dark in those few short moments?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its gaze returned to the orb.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The image flickered back into focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stacia appeared there, still confused, still tangled in events she could not yet understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The clown leaned forward, its many arms folding in on themselves like the petals of a hungry flower.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“STORY WORKKKK…” it rasped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yes… the plan was in motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was in the right place, the right scene…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something had interrupted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something had severed its reach, if only for a heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The creature’s grin never changed, but its eyes narrowed until they became thin, dangerous slits of crimson light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A ripple of caution passed through its entire frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It hated caution.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>….\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“So, this is my limit for now.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>High above the sprawling forest, suspended in an endless sea of blue sky, a young woman sat in perfect stillness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Golden-blonde hair spilled down her back, catching the sunlight and scattering it in faint halos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her deep blue eyes were calm yet sharp, reflecting a mind working with precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beneath her, there was no solid ground—only a thin, floating circle of magic, runes etched so fine they seemed like threads of light stitched into the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She sat cross-legged at its center, perfectly balanced, the faint hum of arcane energy resonating under her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In her hands, she toyed with a sphere of radiant glyphs—runes spinning, colliding, and locking together into more complex shapes with each subtle movement of her fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A web of impossibly intricate magic unfolded inside the sphere, its core glowing with a soft, living light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Will something like this really work?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>‘Yes….’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had hoped to push the spell further, to confirm the deeper truths buried within its structure. But for now… the fact that it worked at all was enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze shifted downward, to the forest far below—a patchwork of green and shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her eyes didn’t merely see the treetops.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They mirrored.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reflection staring back at her was not of the forest at all, but herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sudden rush of memory struck her—like an ocean wave breaking in her mind. Joy and grief, victory and loss, hope and despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every moment that had shaped her, every version of her that had walked the paths of countless lives, rose to the surface all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was as if countless selves stood around her, watching, judging, remembering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“We won’t fail this time…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Yes, we won’t,”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“This will be the last.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her blue eyes sharpened, gleaming with quiet resolve as she spoke the words with different tones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a snap of her fingers, her body dissolved—not into dust, not into light, but into a thousand glowing, butterfly-shaped runes.\u003C\u002Fp>",1630,"2026-06-03T14:41:03.112Z",1,"novelbin.me","ffa9fa7e52135450f34831ee65c601f60f0dcfcd29f0d798dc4090e02a104263","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-649","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-648",727,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhow-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-cover.jpg"]