[{"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-578":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},1218847,1604,"Chapter 578: Continental Festival 7","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-578",578,"\u003Cp>\"Young master Riley, I have completed compiling the list of names of the foreign academy students that have just arrived.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Thank you, Yui.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With her usual grace, Yui gave me a light bow, delicately raising the hem of her maid dress in the standard gesture of courtesy, then silently turned and left the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The door shut with barely a sound.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As meticulous as ever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As expected of a perfect maid.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I unfolded the sheet of paper she had handed me and scanned the names.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As I thought, most of the key figures for this act were here.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That much hadn’t changed from the original storyline.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My supposed advantage — foreknowledge of the game’s future — was slipping away with each deviation, each ripple in the flow of events.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it wasn’t entirely useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As long as the main scenario remained intact, Lucas’s fate would keep the story following its carved path.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Act 4 — Chapter 3: The One Beyond]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the game, this arc had only served as a stepping stone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A setup. It was where Lucas finally glimpsed the true depths of the demonic worshippers’ madness — their willingness to sacrifice anything, anyone, in the name of their beliefs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time Act 4 reached its climax, they had escalated to holding an entire crowd hostage, and Lucas stood alone against the tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That confrontation paved the way to[Act 4 — Chapter 5: Lightbringer],where the Demon King Asmodeus himself descended with his army.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not a world-shaking war by scale, but by weight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every single person present in the arena mattered — their choices, their allegiances, their deaths all carried ripple effects that shaped the story afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And in the end, when the dust settled, the world would look to Lucas. The savior. The ’hero.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was one of those inevitable climaxes every tale demanded — the kind that painted the stage in blood and light, a final swell before the descent into the endgame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I crossed my leg, resting a hand on my chin, staring down at the paper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One by one, I crossed out the names that wouldn’t serve Luca’s growth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The weeds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Anything that might choke him, slow him down, or distract him from what he needed to become.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing wrong with removing them first.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, I had to be careful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even weeds could hide thorns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Choosing who to target first, and who to erase afterwards, required precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were countless ways to deal with these hidden demonic worshippers, but right now, if I wanted to avoid Erebil’s or Asmodues’ direct attention, systematic elimination might be my only choice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew the risks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A foreign student disappearing would stir whispers, maybe even a scandal, especially in the academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’d have to lean a little on authority—from the principals, the saintesses.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing too obvious, just enough to cover my tracks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And I couldn’t ignore Asmodues. He already knew I existed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could almost feel the watchful, calculating gaze of someone who’d never let a chance slip by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He wouldn’t hesitate to strike at the Son of Light, the future hero of the world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet, he hadn’t acted—at least, not yet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Although everything revolved around Lucas, it didn’t mean the others were irrelevant. Certain players were already in motion, their roles quietly unfolding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hajey Gyeoul... as expected, you’re here.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words hit me like a ripple. His mother. Which meant Seo’s arc was involved too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I paused, weighing the situation with the two of them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was potential, complications I couldn’t ignore—but for now... I’d wait. Let things develop.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Seo had already learned a few things from me, and if these two caused troubles, she could handle it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cristo Kal...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For now, I should probably handle this guy first...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hm~ Hm~ Hm~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In a quiet corner of Killian Hall, a boy with slightly wavy, curly brown hair strolled along, a light skip in his step as he hummed to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound echoed faintly against the polished floors and high ceilings, blending into the emptiness around him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cristo knew he was venturing far deeper into Killian Hall than most foreign students dared—but he didn’t care.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So long as nobody noticed, there was no reason to worry, right?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had already gathered enough information from the students in the lobbies and those roaming around earlier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Quietly listening wasn’t necessary anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His target was pretty famous, sure—but there was nothing more he could learn from other foreign students.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Actual academy students’ insights were the only thing that mattered now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He could’ve just waited for the grand tour tomorrow, when the official introduction to the academy would bring every student together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But by then, his overly cautious master and best friend, Hajey, would probably be ready to throttle him for being so... incompetent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Better to risk it now than face Hajey’s wrath later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seriously though... why isn’t anyone around~?\" he murmured, tilting his head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like in other open areas where foreign students could roam freely, Killian Hall was eerily empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He knew it was enormous—inside and out, it practically resembled a castle—but seeing not a single top student wandering the halls felt... off.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if only the top ten students from each year and department lived in Killian Hall, there should be, on average, over 160 students around. Yet Cristo hadn’t seen a single one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is this the academy’s strategy? To make sure we don’t get any pre-assessment of our future opponents?\" he speculated, half to himself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was possible—but also not likely. After all, this place had literal geniuses at its disposal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Surely, some sort of explanation existed... though he had a feeling it wasn’t going to be simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He sighed, pushing the complicated thoughts aside for now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Classes for the academy students should be mostly over...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Navigating Killian Hall felt like walking through a maze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every turn seemed to lead to another hallway, another twist, another staircase that went nowhere.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the deeper he went, the more he was bound to find something—and eventually, spotting a student lying around somewhere didn’t seem impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The only reason no one could detect him right now was thanks to a hidden skill quietly passed down through the servants of the Gyeoul family: Shadow Step.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A subsidiary technique of the Hidden Blade, it allowed a person to mask their movements almost completely, bending light and sound so they became nearly invisible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even with that advantage, he had to be careful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Magical sensors and wards could still detect him, so he had to move with precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luckily, Cristo had an innate talent for sensing presence—hidden runs, stealth movements, subtle shifts in energy—he could handle it all.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, his goal was simple: gather information and explore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had to avoid anything that might blow his cover—entering dorm rooms, triggering magical traps, or accidentally setting off any defensive golems.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One wrong move could ruin everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As he wandered deeper, the hall suddenly opened into a massive, cavernous chamber.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a large, open ground, with beams of light shining down from above, illuminating the space like a hidden cathedral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Towering pillars circled the field, each humming faintly with magical energy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cristo could sense the barrier the columns formed—they weren’t just decoration.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each pillar acted as part of a sophisticated magical containment system.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is this a hidden training ground? Damn, that’s so cool~!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cristo’s voice was muffled by awe as he stepped closer, his eyes taking in every detail.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Another secret of the academy revealed itself—another layer of its prestige and power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That such a massive, fully equipped training area existed, hidden deep within the building, was proof that the academy didn’t just teach—it showcased its mastery in every corner.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He couldn’t help but grin. This was exactly the kind of discovery that made risking a little trouble worth it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He stepped closer, eager to explore the chamber further, when suddenly...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A hand pressed firmly onto his right shoulder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cristo froze. Heart pounding, he spun around, eyes wide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who are you?\" a deep voice demanded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"H-How...?\" he murmured under his breath. Wasn’t he still invisible? Shadow Step should’ve been flawless... so how—?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before him stood a massive man, his body built like a brick wall, broad and solid, yet with the sharp, aggressive face of someone used to intimidating others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His hair was a reddish-brown, cut short in a neat buzz cut, giving him an even more imposing presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A faint eyebrow raise conveyed a mixture of curiosity and suspicion as he studied Cristo.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you one of those foreign students who just arrived?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cristo’s throat went dry. Facing someone so large and clearly capable, he could only gulp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the uniform, it was clear the man was an academy student—and judging by his build, probably not someone to be trifled with.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"H-Hello...\" Cristo managed to mumble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Did you get lost or something?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A-Actually... yes, haha. I was just trying to explore Killian Hall. I’m... not exactly great with directions, so I somehow ended up here,\" he explained, trying to keep his tone light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Is that so? Well, I was like that the first time I came here too. And seeing that silky black uniform of yours... you’re not from the academy. You’re from a foreign martial school in the Eastern Empire, right?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Yes,\" Cristo replied, surprised but relieved.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Haha, knew it! I’m from the Eastern Empire too, so it’s great to see a fellow countryman here—even if it’s only temporary.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cristo felt his nervousness start to fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He had so many questions swirling in his mind—how this guy had seen him despite Shadow Step, how he had noticed him at all—but now wasn’t the time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He shook off the tension and smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I couldn’t agree more. I’m Cristo Kal, by the way.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Name’s Kagami. Kagami Kento.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They shook hands firmly, a sense of camaraderie forming immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>",1639,"2026-06-03T14:41:08.409Z",1,"novelbin.me","148dbb771ec3e542f8e36657b1c5afdcc558569a8f70362872d774a0efc78408","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-579","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-577",727,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhow-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-cover.jpg"]