[{"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-668":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},1218887,1604,"Chapter 667: Light Interlude","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-668",668,"\u003Cp>There were very few things that could truly annoy Rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But when something did... it always went too far.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riley... is doubting me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because of this girl?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her golden eyes darkened as they settled on Stacia’s trembling figure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The girl was still coughing, still struggling just to stay conscious under the weight of Rose’s mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Me?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The one he trusted the most?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure around Stacia thickened, growing heavier by the second.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riley had never said it outright.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He never needed to.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>To Rose—young, foolish, and hopelessly in love—his quiet confidence had always been more than enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he stood beside her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he never interfered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The way he always looked at her like the outcome was already decided.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It’s Rose. It’s fine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rose can handle it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There’s no one else but Rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was how it had always been.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not once had Riley ever doubted her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in battle.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not in power.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He trusted her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So why now?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did his voice waver?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why did he say those words... because of her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rose’s mana surged again, invisible weight pressing down harder on Stacia’s body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stage creaked faintly beneath the pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This girl is making him doubt me.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The realization settled in her chest—sharp and ugly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And with it came something worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Annoyance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the fleeting kind. Not the mild irritation she felt when Riley spent time with the others.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not even the jealousy she learned to bury and ignore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the kind of feeling that burned slowly, quietly... and refused to fade.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers curled slightly, light gathering tighter at her fingertips.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze never left Stacia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And for the first time since the battle began, Rose wasn’t just testing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She was angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stacia Alger Del Luna...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rose called her name.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Summon your wolf.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The command was cold. Absolute.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stacia was still on one knee, her sword dug into the stage just to keep herself from collapsing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure crushing down on her felt less like mana and more like gravity itself—heavy, merciless, inescapable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her ears rang.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her vision swam.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The world tilted, blurred at the edges.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t think.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Couldn’t focus.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even breathing felt wrong, like her chest was being pressed shut from all sides.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If I don’t do something now...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew it instinctively.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t just about losing anymore.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She would be hurt.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Broken.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Maybe worse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I don’t know what happened but...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes shifted through the haze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Among the countless faces in the crowd, she saw him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was watching quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And that hurt more than the pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I must show him...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That I’m worthy to stand by his side too.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers tightened around the hilt of her sword.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even as her body screamed, she forced her mana to move again, drawing it back into her heart.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Beat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mana heart pulsed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crimson-gold flames wrapped around her body once more, weak at first... then stronger.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For that future to exist—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I won’t give up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With stubborn resolve, Stacia pushed herself up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment she rose to her feet, the pain shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warmth washed over her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warmth—gentle, heavy, almost comforting.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like being pulled into an embrace.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A presence settled around her soul.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[This will only be temporary, child...]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes widened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wolf...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[It will come at a price.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[A painful one.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[But if you wish to stand a chance... this is the only way.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her answer came without hesitation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mana exploded outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A pillar of fire surged into the sky, roaring as it wrapped around her body, the flames no longer just crimson and gold—but deeper, older, wilder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Rose, standing casually nearby, was forced to take a step back as the heat and pressure washed over the stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wolf had answered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What descended was not merely fire—it was flame compressed to such an absurd density that even behind layers of reinforced magical barriers, the crowd began to feel it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Heat washed over the arena like a suffocating tide.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air itself warped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Protective runes flickered violently as if screaming in protest, their light distorting under pressure far beyond what they were designed to withstand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Reinforce the barriers—now!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Emergency containment formation!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Seal the outer arrays—don’t let it spread!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Panic erupted among teachers, competition regulators, and academy officials as they scrambled to stabilize the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sweat poured down faces as mana was dumped recklessly into failing enchantments.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But it was obvious to anyone with even a fragment of mana sense—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The protective spells were burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not cracking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not breaking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Burning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Soon, they would melt away entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the center of it all, Rose stood unmoving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The orb of condensed light remained cradled in her hand, its glow steady—but dimming faster than before.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her golden eyes stared forward calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before her was no mere summoned spirit.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was the pinnacle of flame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the embodiment of fire itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A being whose existence defined burning, purification, destruction, and rebirth.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames that did not merely consume matter—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But concepts.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even Rose, who had reached the Eighth Circle of her mana heart, felt it immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mana was being scorched away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not drained.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Scorched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each second the wolf remained manifested, her reserves thinned at an alarming rate, evaporating under pressure no barrier could fully resist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>GROOOOWWWLLLLL—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound tore through the arena.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A deep, primordial growl that sent chills down spines and silenced the crowd instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>From the towering inferno behind Stacia, a silhouette emerged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive wolf-shaped form, forged entirely from living flame—its body shifting and flowing like molten sunlight, eyes burning with ancient intelligence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And beneath it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stacia stood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her form small in comparison, yet unwavering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames wrapped around her not as a weapon—but as acknowledgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Senior...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice trembled, but she did not look away.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Don’t die.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For the first time—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rose’s brows twitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She understood.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Both of them did.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was no longer a test.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They prepared to release everything.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stacia raised her sword high above her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Runes ignited across her blade and along her body, glowing with authority far older than the academy itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Spirit Authority of the Fire King]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Blessing: Sol Fal]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames responded instantly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They deepened, sharpened, roaring louder as the wolf’s presence surged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Your flames shall now burn everything.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>[Abstract concepts are no exception.]\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The energy flooding Stacia was no longer mortal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was divine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And as the stage cracked beneath her feet and the arena trembled—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stacia slid into her stance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her feet dug into the cracked stage, her grip tightening until her knuckles burned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The flames around her howled in response, rising higher as her resolve sharpened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she swung.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>SWOOOOOOOSHHHHHH—!!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A massive arc of blazing energy tore forward, ripping through the air like a falling sun.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beam was wide, violent, and absolute—flames so intense they warped space itself as they surged toward Rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With fire that could burn everything, even concepts, victory felt possible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a single heartbeat—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FOOOOSHH.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just like that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As casually as pinching out a candle flame, the attack vanished.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No explosion.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No clash.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No resistance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The beam simply... ceased to exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stacia froze mid-breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The arena fell silent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only scattered embers drifted down, glowing faintly before fading into ash on the stage floor.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slowly, she lifted her gaze.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rose stood exactly where she had been, unharmed, her expression unchanged.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I poured everything into that attack...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her thoughts raced, disbelief clawing at her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—nothing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So, flames that meddle with the concepts of reality itself...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rose spoke lightly, almost thoughtfully.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...That is impressive.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her golden eyes met Stacia’s crimson ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But it isn’t enough, junior. Simple methods often have simple solutions.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"W-What did you do...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stacia’s voice came out hoarse.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I reversed-calculated the magic you used.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The words hit like a hammer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stacia’s eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Around them, murmurs erupted from the crowd—judges leaning forward, instructors staring in disbelief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But—that wasn’t a spell...!\" Stacia protested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rose tilted her head slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Spells. Blessings. Authorities.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She raised her hand casually.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"To me, they’re all the same. The only difference is how much calculation they require.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rose opened the palm of her left hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flames ignited.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not similar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Identical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same crimson-gold fire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same density.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The same oppressive heat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A perfect replica of Stacia’s own power danced calmly in Rose’s grasp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"See?\" Rose said quietly. \"Even I can do it.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...W—What...?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Stacia’s body trembled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her legs felt weak. Her mind refused to catch up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t talent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t genius.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was something else entirely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mana was nearly gone, her body exhausted, but what crushed her most wasn’t fatigue—it was realization.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Is this... the gap?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Between someone who is talented—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And someone like Rose?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even geniuses weren’t supposed to be able to do this.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rose’s gaze shifted past Stacia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind her, the massive silhouette of the burning wolf was already fading, its form unstable, flames breaking apart like embers carried by the wind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even an ancient existence like that seemed caught off guard—its presence wavered, as if it hadn’t expected its authority to be unraveled so cleanly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rose noticed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She simply didn’t care to explain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Explaining would be annoying.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And no one here would understand it anyway.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Well then,\" Rose said calmly, almost bored,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"If that’s all you’ve got, junior... this will be goodbye.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The condensed light at her fingertip sharpened, its glow tightening into something lethal. The pressure alone made the air tremble.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Stop.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A firm grip closed around Rose’s right arm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes widened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Riley?\" she said, genuinely surprised, turning her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>He was suddenly beside her, his expression composed but serious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"She already lost, Rose,\" Riley said evenly. \"So calm down.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But she—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Look around.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Rose paused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Huh... oh.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Only then did she really see it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The barriers surrounding the arena were cracked, flickering violently, layers of protective magic barely holding together.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Academy staff were shouting orders, professors pouring mana into emergency spells, sweat and panic clear on their faces.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If Rose released that spell now—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There would be casualties.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unwanted ones.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Alright.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With a quiet click of her tongue, Rose let the light fade from her fingertip.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The pressure vanished almost instantly\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked annoyed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Casting one last indifferent glance at Stacia, Rose turned around and slipped her arms around Riley’s, pressing herself against him.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a territorial cat, her golden eyes narrowed slightly—sharp, warning, clearly telling Stacia to stay away from what was hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riley, meanwhile, looked past Rose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His gaze landed on Stacia.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Neutral.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unreadable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No praise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No disappointment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just quiet acknowledgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was the last thing Stacia saw.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her strength finally gave out.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her knees buckled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And her vision went dark as she collapsed onto the ruined stage.\u003C\u002Fp>",1788,"2026-06-03T14:41:09.353Z",1,"novelbin.me","90123becbd88e1326cca7e675b0ac1df302f0bc0fdc2703088bc334c9b8c7a78","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-669","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-667",727,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhow-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-cover.jpg"]