[{"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-612":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},1218940,1604,"Chapter 612: Ritual of Light 4","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-612",612,"\u003Cp>Chapter 612: Ritual of Light 4\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I parted ways with Emilia the moment I got her assurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite my clear intentions of using her abilities, she didn’t seem to mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In fact, from how flustered she looked near the end, I had the feeling she wanted me to leave just so she could calm herself down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her cute, awkward reactions really were something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m not sure if it’s her innocence or just her growing curiosity toward me, but either way, I was genuinely thankful to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emilia wasn’t just a kind girl—she was one of the key figures in the story, someone who never felt truly restrained even in the late-game scenarios.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whether it was fate, the goddess, or her own will guiding her, she always found a way to act outside of the system’s expectations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Technically, preparing her this early wasn’t necessary.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the original flow of events, she wouldn’t have reached her full potential until much later.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now that she was going to perform a ritual of this scale—something that bordered on divine intervention itself—it was bound to accelerate her growth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A single successful ritual could change everything for her: power, faith, influence… even the goddess’s favor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, just because I’d managed to handle the immediate threats didn’t mean the danger was truly gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erebil’s influence—her “games”—were never simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was the type of being who didn’t act out of necessity or vengeance, but whim.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she’d really wanted to, she could’ve ended it all tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The fact that she didn’t meant only one thing: she was still having fun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m glad she was reasonable enough to stop where she did, but I’d be an idiot to take that as mercy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything she did had purpose, even if it looked like chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was Erebil’s nature—she liked to toy with people, watch them struggle, and then let them believe they’d won… only to rip that hope apart at the last second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in her epilogue chapters, at the end of the game’s story, there was a reason the world-ending event happened only when Lucas was at his strongest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wanted him to experience the height of victory before dragging him down into despair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She liked to savor that moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And now she wants it through me….\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My knowledge about the future of this world was, at this point, almost useless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from the key events tied to Lucas, everything else had already begun shifting off course—small ripples turning into waves that I couldn’t predict anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The script was gone. The routes, the flags, the endings I once knew by heart… all scattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Honestly, a part of me still doesn’t know what I’m even supposed to do moving forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s not like before—with the White Queen, my goal was clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I just wanted Alice to have her happy ending. I understood her role, her pain, her purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was tragic, and she was human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Erebil, on the other hand… she’s something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, as an ascended being who can glimpse through countless threads of fate, I can’t see past the shadows clinging to her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every time I try, it’s like staring into a bottomless void that just stares right back.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What does she really want?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The end of the world?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then what comes after that?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she destroys everything, if the world turns to nothing but ash and silence—what then?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Does she just sit there, alone, in that emptiness she created?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It doesn’t add up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even if she’s the evil goddess of darkness, someone who thrives on despair and chaos, the way she acts… the way she lingers… it doesn’t feel like pure malice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She laughs, teases, plays around—like she’s lonely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like she’s searching for something entertaining to distract herself from an endless boredom that’s eating her alive.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was she really evil just for the sake of being evil?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or was she just tired of everything—tired of existence itself?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I don’t know.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And honestly, I probably never will.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But sometimes… I wonder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I had the chance—if the choice was mine to make—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Would I try to give her a happy ending too?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The thought alone made me groan.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I rubbed the back of my neck and sighed, shaking my head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>… what the hell am I even thinking?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just imagining it made me feel sick. The idea of trying to save Erebil, of all beings, was ridiculous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, she was an enemy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At least, that’s what the world considered her to be.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And honestly, they weren’t wrong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With my current specs, and the way my allies had grown, everything was falling into place—piece by piece, just as I’d planned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The preparations, the timing, even the smallest triggers—all of it was leading toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Liyana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The Chaos Dragon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The embodiment of nature’s wild, untamable force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The devourer of worlds, the calamity that would bring even gods to their knees.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As a final boss, she wasn’t like the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t have a convenient weakness, no easy “hero route” weakness to exploit like the White Queen or Erebil.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Once she shed her human disguise and returned to her true draconic form, she became a living disaster—one that even I, with all my foreknowledge, couldn’t perfectly predict or control.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right about now, the chains binding her soul should already be weakening—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>each link snapping one by one.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as they break, little pieces of her emotion, her humanity, would begin to fade with them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By the time the next school year starts… she’ll have fallen for Lucas.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same way she did in the original story.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And from there, my long string of fated disasters will start all over again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Though…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Will it really happen this time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the Liyana I know now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the one who teases me in the mornings,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the one who sneaks into my room with that mischievous grin—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>she’s not the same chaos dragon I remember from the game.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Darling, I love you~ hehe~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You’re the most special person in my life.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Without you, I don’t think my days would ever be as bright, darling.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Darling~ wake up!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Darling… I’m pregnant~”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I could almost hear her voice ringing in my head, every ridiculous, dramatic, and affectionate word she’s ever said to me overlapping all at once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way she looks at me now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her love for me—it’s a mystery I still can’t solve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe it’s a remnant from the timeline I’ve already broken,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>or maybe it’s something new entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But one thing’s for sure—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>no matter how dangerous she becomes,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>no matter how much fate insists she’s my enemy…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I’m not giving up on her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I wonder what she’s doing now…\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knowing Liyana, she’s probably perched somewhere high above the academy, watching me with that infuriatingly smug smile on her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She always did like stalking me—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No, observing, as she’d call it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sighed softly to myself as I walked through the quiet, moonlit corridor, the faint glimmer of the hallway’s magic stones guiding my steps toward my private dorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The academy was silent now, the chaos of the day replaced by a peaceful calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a rare, fleeting tranquility I didn’t often get to enjoy—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Riley Hell, I believe….”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice that interrupted my thoughts was foxy, smooth, and strangely melodic—like silk laced with hidden venom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stopped mid-step, my hand hovering near my pocket, instincts sharpening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was already deep into the night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No students were supposed to be roaming the halls now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—there she stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A woman, poised and graceful, as if she belonged to the night itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even under the dim, flickering glow of the enchanted stones, I could see her clearly: long crimson hair tied neatly into an elegant bun, foxlike crimson eyes half-lidded in languid amusement, and a delicate fan concealing the lower half of her face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her attire—flowing robes of deep red and black threaded with gold—carried the distinct markings of eastern origins, reminiscent of Seo’s homeland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…You are?” I asked, though the answer was already clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She tilted her head ever so slightly, her eyes gleaming with quiet mirth, as if my feigned ignorance amused her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“That was rather rude of me, wasn’t it?” she said, her voice a soft purr. “Allow me to introduce myself properly.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She lowered her fan, revealing a calm, refined smile that didn’t quite reach her eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“My name is Aera Nari Gyeoul—current head mistress of the Gyeoul Clan.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aera Nari Gyeoul—the Fox Matriarch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“I’ve always wanted to meet you,” she said smoothly, snapping her fan shut with a crisp clack. “So, if it’s not too much trouble… would you care to spare me a moment of your time?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I exhaled softly, suppressing a dry laugh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, she finally decided to show up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wife of the future head of the Gyeoul Clan—Seo’s stepmother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the game, her presence was nothing short of a nightmare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A cunning villainess draped in elegance, manipulative and dangerous, whose every smile carried poison behind it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A late-game boss in Seo’s route, and one that had frustrated even me when I played through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her methods were subtle, her words sharp, and her power… terrifying when provoked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I knew our paths would cross eventually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her being here at the academy, coupled with my connection to Seo, was enough to make me a target of interest—or irritation. Probably both.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still… I didn’t expect her to confront me this late at night.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The halls were empty, silent except for the faint hum of mana from the crystal lights embedded in the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her presence was oddly out of place here—like a predator wandering into someone else’s territory.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I sighed inwardly and kept walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Hmm, since it’s quite late, how about we—”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her words cut off abruptly as I walked right past her without so much as a glance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes widened. “Hey… where are you going?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“…”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I didn’t bother replying. The exhaustion was clawing at me from within.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I might have looked fine on the surface, but my body wasn’t exactly in its best shape.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since that encounter in Asmodeus’s realm, I’d burned through far too much of my divinity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even now, the fragments of divine energy running through my veins were unstable—like embers struggling to stay alight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Right now, the only thing I wanted was sleep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unfortunately, Aera didn’t seem to care about that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Wait—!”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SIIISHHH!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of condensed mana cutting through the air echoed in the corridor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crimson daggers materialized from the shadows—one by one—until I was surrounded by floating blades shimmering with killing intent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air grew heavy, tinged with iron and frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I stopped walking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then sighed again, this time louder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Really… I didn’t have the patience for this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, I turned to face her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fan was lowered now, her lips curved into an amused but challenging smile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The faint gleam in her eyes said let’s see what you’ll do, outsider.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she wanted a display, fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blue light flickered in my irises as I allowed a trace—of my divinity to leak out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SHHHHH!!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure in the air shifted instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The crimson daggers trembled midair, their forms flickering as if unsure whether to remain stable under the sudden divine dominance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aera’s confident look faltered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath hitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her body froze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>THUD.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She dropped to her knees, gasping as though the very air had turned too heavy to breathe.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>My voice came out calm, almost casual—but each word resonated with quiet divine authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Let’s have this talk tomorrow.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The command sank into her spirit like a divine seal, undeniable and absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>",1927,"2026-06-03T14:41:08.744Z",1,"novelbin.me","519a55225276c0e9899fdc14faf74579dbcdad4221bbda3d12c34d3a1905a6bb","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-613","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-509",727,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhow-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-cover.jpg"]