[{"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-555":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},1218824,1604,"Chapter 555: Ascendance...!","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-555",555,"\u003Cp>Ugh...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint groan slipped from Lucas’s lips as he forced himself to move, every muscle screaming in protest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body slid off the broken wall, stone dust falling from his hair and shoulders as he staggered forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’What... happened?’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question throbbed at the back of his skull as his hazy vision tried to settle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His lungs burned, each breath dragging in the acrid stench of black smoke that still clung to the altar, heavy and unnatural.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crack!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wall behind him gave way, collapsing into rubble, its surface carved with the deep impression of his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stumbled, knees almost buckling before he rammed his holy sword into the ground to steady himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blade quivered, light flickering weakly along its edge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This place... the altar...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He blinked, disoriented, until memory returned in a flash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The masked demon...!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His senses screamed in warning, adrenaline cutting through the fog. Ignoring the pain tearing through his body, Lucas scanned the ruins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His fingers tightened around the hilt of his sword, but even that grip felt weaker than it should have been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He looked down at the blade, as though it could answer him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the sacred steel, once unshakable in its brilliance, was scarred. Its glow dimmed, sputtering like a dying flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As broken as he was, so too was she.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood dripped steadily from his chest, spreading across his clothes and sliding down his right arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His left foot was mangled, the flesh torn away as if gnawed by fire itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every step was a limp, every motion another test of will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, he forced himself forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What truly unnerved him wasn’t the blood, or the broken bones, or the pain that clawed at him from every corner of his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the emptiness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crushing weight of divine strength he had wielded moments ago—gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His aura, his sacred blessing, the righteous fire that marked him as chosen—all of it bled out into the void left behind by that man.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even his mana... nearly dry, as though the world itself had turned its back on him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas gritted his teeth, forcing air into his lungs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Focusing what little remained of his divinity into the broken pieces of his body, Lucas pushed forward once more.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chest burned, his ruined foot screamed, but he kept moving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>PZZZZZT!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks of energy snapped through the air, jagged and unstable, like the very veins of the altar were short-circuiting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Purplish-black and deep crimson arcs danced around him, staining even the light of his holy sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The floor groaned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The walls bled shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The very sky above the dungeon bent unnaturally, warping as though it no longer remembered what \"up\" and \"down\" were supposed to mean.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just breathing inside the altar felt wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every inhale sank into him like swallowing glass, as if the air itself wasn’t air anymore but something alien.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thoughts twisted mid-formation, fragments of memory colliding with each other.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For one terrifying instant he wasn’t sure if gravity was pulling him down, or if it had forgotten to exist at all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the dungeon’s mana—once a steady, oppressive flow—now felt distorted, eaten, rewritten into something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His senses reeled, still off-balance and hazy, but his instincts pulled him in one direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The source of this blasphemous energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The eye of the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it didn’t take long to find it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His throat locked, his breath caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"W...What is this...\" he whispered, voice trembling despite himself. His god-given eyes widened, straining to process what they were seeing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUMP.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUMP.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Down below, at the heart of a crater carved into the altar’s floor, something pulsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cocoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Huge, grotesque, the size of a house, its surface writhed with oily darkness that bled outward in smoky tendrils.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every pulse of its surface was a heartbeat—no, not a heartbeat, but something far worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A heartbeat inside a heartbeat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A rhythm that no mortal mind was ever meant to hear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound didn’t just echo in the air. It reverberated inside his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guhhhckk—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Agony ripped through his mind the moment his gaze lingered too long.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He dropped to one knee, clutching his temple as a white-hot spike of pain split his head in two.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His teeth gnashed together, blood dripping down from his nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Don’t listen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cocoon demanded to be perceived.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as it tore sanity apart, it called, insisting it be witnessed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Questions clawed their way into Lucas’s mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What is that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What has he become?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the questions collapsed before they could finish, shredded like paper in a storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only thing keeping him tethered to himself, the only lifeline against the madness, was the faint warmth of the divine light he still forced to coat his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It flickered weakly, barely more than embers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, it was the only barrier between him and total collapse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas swallowed hard, eyes still wide, his breath ragged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Masked demon... what have you done?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gripping his holy sword so tightly his knuckles turned bone white, Lucas forced his trembling body to obey.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sucked in a ragged breath, trying to steady himself, to bury the madness clawing at his skull.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, he couldn’t think clearly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t even feel properly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His senses were twisted, broken—but instinct screamed louder than reason.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever that thing in front of him was... it was dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—it was an abomination.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something that should never have existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I... need to...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His golden eyes flared, burning against the oppressive haze. He drew what remained of his dwindling divinity into himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was foolish, reckless, suicidal even... but his gut whispered a truth he couldn’t ignore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That cocoon... that thing... it’s an anomaly. It doesn’t belong to this world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It must be destroyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No matter the cost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—SSZZZZZZIIIIIIIIIIILLLLLLLLLLEEEEEEEE!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The holy blade in his hands ignited, blinding light gathering along its length, vibrating with lethal purity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas’s legs surged forward, propelling him across the crater with a speed born of desperation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each step cracked the warped ground beneath him, his wounds screaming with every motion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He raised his blade high.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His chance was now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cocoon pulsed—vulnerable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weak.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Exposed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His only chance to end the nightmare before it could awaken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"RRRAAAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SWOOOSHHHHHHHH!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His sword carved the air, a streak of divine brilliance that split the darkness as it descended toward the cocoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heat. Overwhelming, suffocating, absolute heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FWOOOOOOSHHHHHHHHH!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The atmosphere itself caught fire, burning red and gold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the distance, above the warped altar sky, a miniature sun ignited into existence, its corona bleeding flames across the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas’s blade was inches from the cocoon when the world itself roared against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From that newborn sun, a torrent of fire crashed downward like divine judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CLAAAAANNNNGGGG!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His blade never touched the cocoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was stopped—blocked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A red sword, glowing with flames hotter than any forge, intercepted his strike mid-swing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sparks exploded, light and flame colliding in a storm of clashing forces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas gasped, choking, his arms trembling violently against the weight pressing down his blade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The heat was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His mana boiled in his veins, his divine reserves burned and melted away as if they were nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His body screamed in agony as his flesh blistered and seared just by being close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was too hot. Too much. Too divine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But through the haze of pain, his eyes widened—straining, disbelieving, breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the one who stood before him, flames dancing across her body like a sovereign of the sun itself, was someone he knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Junior... Stacia...??\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There she was—calm, radiant, and utterly unyielding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surrounded by crimson-golden fire, she stood casually, almost effortlessly, blocking his desperate strike with a single hand on her sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I can’t have you harm my dear senior...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice was gentle, almost affectionate, but to Lucas it felt like a blade sliding between his ribs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dear—? What... what are you talking abou—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words never left him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>BOOOMMMM!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An eruption flared beneath his abdomen, fire blooming from nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A spark had slipped past his guard and detonated inside him, as if her sword had planted a brand within his body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"AaAAHHHHHHHHHH!!!!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His scream tore through the altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blood burst from his lips, hissing and bubbling as it hit the scorched stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crimson droplets boiled away into steam, carrying the coppery scent of his life being erased.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas staggered, clutching his chest, every nerve in his body shrieking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His vision swam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His thoughts—fragmented. What was happening?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What had Stacia done?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter how he tried to cling to reason, his mind slipped like sand between his fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—he noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stacia wasn’t looking at him anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her burning gaze had softened, turned away from him entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked toward the cocoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not with fear. Not with suspicion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But with warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Dear...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice melted into reverence as the cocoon shuddered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SSSZZZZZZZHHHHHHH!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A slit tore open down its center, stretching vertically like a wound in the fabric of reality itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The dark shell split apart slowly, deliberately, the sound of rending flesh and cracking stone echoing across the altar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From within spilled a glow unlike anything Lucas had ever seen—bluish-purple, streaked with pale white light that writhed like living veins.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>VOOOOOOOOOSHHHHHHHHHH!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The altar shook violently as energy surged outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air itself grew heavy, collapsing under a pressure that crushed lungs and bones alike.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas, trembling, tried to rise to his knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the instant his eyes turned toward the opening cocoon—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His entire body refused to move.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His soul screamed at him, louder than instinct, louder than fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do not look.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Do not acknowledge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whatever was emerging—whatever was inside—was not meant to be seen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His head pounded, his vision blackening, his mind on the verge of shattering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why am I still alive?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why hasn’t my head exploded yet?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then he heard it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That voice again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Dear...hehe it’s been so long~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stacia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her tone was trembling, yet filled with devotion so pure it made Lucas sick.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He forced his blurred eyes open just enough to glimpse her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stood before the cocoon, her noble form shaking, blood trickling freely from her nose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crimson streaks ran down her lips and chin, staining her proud, flame-wreathed face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her flames flared desperately around her, but even that was crumbling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even she couldn’t endure the thing that was coming forth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because what stepped out of that cocoon... was a formless being, a warped silhouette shaped vaguely like a man, yet impossibly not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The longer Lucas looked, the more the \"shape\" bled into itself, unmaking and remaking in an endless paradox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>An existence that should not be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[...You’re hurt.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice wasn’t spoken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It simply existed, rippling inside their skulls like an echo that had always been there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas and Stacia froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their senses failed to keep up with the sound, their very thoughts unraveling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet—Stacia did not recoil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked... nostalgic. Her trembling eyes softened, as if she had been waiting an eternity to hear that tone again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The formless creature shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From its incomprehensible mass, a hand began to take shape—if one could call it that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was neither solid nor fluid, an outline that seemed to phase between realities.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And it reached for her cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stacia did not resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She welcomed it, tilting her head against the touch like a child finding warmth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>—SSHHHHRRRAAACKKK!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A portion of her face detonated instantly, flesh and bone bursting into ash and motes of divine flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Half her jaw, her cheek, her eye—obliterated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But she never screamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because to her, the pain did not matter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Don’t worry... all of this never happened.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice was calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Comforting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Gentle enough to lull the world into believing it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet beneath it, a vibration whispered.𝑎\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[The Anomaly has lied.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>CRRRRRRKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air cracked like a pane of glass shattering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reality itself splintered, breaking into fragments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The altar, the flames, the cocoon—everything collapsed into shards of meaningless scenery.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Darkness swallowed it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haaahhh...!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haaahhh...!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Haah....!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas shot up, chest heaving, drenched in sweat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His breaths came ragged, like he’d been drowning for hours. His trembling eyes darted around wildly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"W-Where...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No cocoon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No Stacia bleeding with devotion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No impossible being touching the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Instead—rock walls. Jagged stone lined with veins of faintly glowing mana crystals.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stale air of a dungeon corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas blinked, trying to understand. This place—he knew it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first safe zone of the first floor of the dungeon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Senior! Wake up—oh, you’re up. Tch, stop being such a lazy bum, you’re supposed to protect us, aren’t you?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A teasing voice rang out, sharp yet familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Flamme...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before he could think, another voice followed—softer, gentle, almost apologetic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Flamme! Don’t be so harsh. I’m sorry, senior. You know how she gets... you can rest if you want. I’m sure you’re tired after staying up all night on watch.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Reina.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two faces he knew. Faces he’d seen countless times before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They were here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Safe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if nothing had happened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What’s... going on?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flamme tilted her head at him, frowning in confusion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What are you talking about, senior?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lucas stared at them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His heart pounded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But no matter how hard he tried to grasp it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The memory was gone.\u003C\u002Fp>",2219,"2026-06-03T14:41:08.409Z",1,"novelbin.me","d962b9dc6dc8f3448e0a1fa95817a76c227325da600edc128664f70e644fe565","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-556","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-554",727,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhow-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-cover.jpg"]