[{"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-693":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},1218912,1604,"Chapter 692: Frozen Trials 5","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-693",693,"\u003Cp>This place... a grand hall?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The moment Snow was transported here, she felt it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Second trial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no need for a voice to announce it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No glowing letters in the air.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The shift in atmosphere alone told her everything. The dungeon had moved her forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trials inside dungeons always changed with each level.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The setting, the pressure, the rules — they twisted just enough to throw challengers off balance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But beneath all of them, there was always something similar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A core theme. A lesson hidden under the chaos.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first trial had been a frozen wasteland.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A never-ending snowstorm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Biting wind. White skies that erased direction and time. It made her believe the goal was survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Endure the cold. Find shelter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Escape the storm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that wasn’t the answer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The answer had been her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her dominance over frost itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wasteland wasn’t her enemy. It was hers to command.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Now this...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This grand, luxurious hall was nothing like the first trial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Warm golden chandeliers hung from a high ceiling carved with elegant patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Icy Marble floors stretched wide beneath her boots, polished so clean they reflected her faint silhouette.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Large staircases curved upward on both sides, meeting at a second-floor balcony that overlooked the entire room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It looked expensive. Regal. Almost royal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too perfect.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I don’t know how many more trials there are...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought lingered quietly in her mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Each level could be unpredictable. If she kept thinking normally, she might miss the real answer again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This dungeon clearly didn’t reward straightforward thinking.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had to think differently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unorthodox.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes moved slowly across the room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A luxurious grand hall...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Large stairs leading to a viewing balcony...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every detail was perfectly symmetrical.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two staircases.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two rows of pillars.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Two long windows — though no light came through them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the chandeliers were spaced with unnatural precision.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt less like a mansion... and more like a display.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A constructed stage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Am I stuck inside a grand mansion?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was a reasonable guess.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there were doors.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there weren’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No doors along the walls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No corridors branching outward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The stairs only led up — and even from below she could see that the balcony didn’t connect to anything else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The entire place was enclosed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Sealed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like a beautifully decorated cage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow took a slow step forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of her boot echoed lightly against the marble, traveling farther than it should have in a room this size.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too empty.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first trial tested her authority over the frost and cold.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If this place was similar in nature... then what was it testing?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her gaze narrowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Luxury. Symmetry. Presentation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not survival.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not endurance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Something else.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers twitched faintly as cold mist curled around her skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Much like the first trial, there were no monsters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No hidden presence watching her from the shadows.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t sense anything alive in this place.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That alone was reassuring.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there were enemies here, they weren’t the kind that relied on brute force.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow continued walking across the hall, her steps steady, eyes sharp.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence followed her like a second shadow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eventually, she stopped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In front of her stood an oval-shaped piece of icy furniture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first glance, it was hard to tell what anything in this place truly was.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Everything was made of ice — walls, pillars, railings, even decorative carvings.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The details were softened by frost, edges slightly blurred. Furniture blended into the structure itself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this one...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This shape was familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was the first thing she saw almost every morning.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other than Riley.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Other than the girls.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A mirror?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surface was laced in frost, clouded in white. It only reflected her faintly — a blurred silhouette of pale hair and soft blue.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped closer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her fingers reached out and brushed against the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The frost around it lightly subsided at her touch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>ZSHHH!!!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp sound echoed as something reacted beneath the surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Mana.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Faint, but there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow’s eyes narrowed slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Unfreeze.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The frost coating the mirror began to slowly melt away — not into water, but into mist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ice thinned layer by layer, responding to her authority.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief moment, she considered giving the same command to the entire hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But that would be foolish.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The structure itself was made of ice. If she forced it to melt, she’d only bring the ceiling down on herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So, she focused on the mirror alone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Frosty mist drifted into the air, dissolving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her reflection became clear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White hair cascading past her shoulders.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perfect blue eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smooth, flawless skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even in this strange trial, even dressed in a simple white jacket and plain outfit, she looked composed. Majestic. Untouched by the pressure of the dungeon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold beauty wrapped in quiet confidence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As always.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she noticed it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bluish-white mana began to gather around the edges of the mirror, forming thin glowing lines along the frame.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Curious, Snow placed her palm flat against the glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The surface rippled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like disturbed water.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reflection distorted — stretching, bending — and then something pushed through from the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It slid into her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She blinked once.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"A letter?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A neatly sealed envelope rested in her palm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked at the mirror again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was normal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just her reflection staring back at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The bluish mana around the frame flickered weakly before slowly fading into nothing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silence returned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow lowered her gaze to the envelope in her hand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Why a letter?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The first trial had tested her control over frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was direct, harsh, and clear in its theme.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But this?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A grand hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A letter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What exactly was this dungeon asking of her?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a moment, she felt irritation rise in her chest. Not fear. Not anxiety.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just annoyance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trying to fully understand something you have no control over would only drain you.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She learned that long ago.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Overthinking every unknown variable would only cloud her judgment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>So she let out a soft sigh.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Calm.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She slowly peeled the thin layer of frost sealing the envelope.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ice came off like wax, cracking gently under her fingers. Inside was a neatly folded letter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She opened it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh one blessed with beauty,\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>thy beauty shall be tested.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thy heart shall be trialed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Prove thyself true to your soul—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>fail, and they shall be mine~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow read it aloud, her voice steady in the empty hall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stared at the words again.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Testing my beauty... and my heart?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her brows knit slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What kind of trial was this supposed to be?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"So... do you accept?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"—!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice came from in front of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Too familiar.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow’s head snapped up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her eyes widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The mirror.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her reflection was no longer mirroring her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was smiling.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wasn’t.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The figure inside the glass stood exactly like her. Same white hair. Same blue eyes. Same posture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the expression—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It curved differently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was playful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Amused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Who are you...?\" Snow asked quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reflection tilted its head slightly, copying her movements — but a second too late. Deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hm~ finding out would spoil the fun,\" it replied. \"And it is your task to satisfy your own curiosities, not mine~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice was nearly identical to hers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same tone. Same softness.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But there was a faint lilt to it. A teasing edge Snow never used. A warmth that didn’t belong to her cold nature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was like listening to herself... through a distorted lens.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reflection leaned closer to the glass from the other side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You read the letter,\" it continued, smiling wider. \"Your beauty will be tested. Your heart will be trialed.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Its blue eyes gleamed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fail... and they shall be mine.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow’s grip on the letter tightened slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"They?\" she asked calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reflection’s smile deepened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Oh my... so you do care.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>For a brief second, the surface of the mirror rippled again, distorting the figure inside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air around Snow grew faintly heavier.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Your precious ones....\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reflection chuckled softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It wasn’t loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just enough to echo inside Snow’s head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even though Snow’s face remained calm — cold, unreadable — the thing inside the mirror clearly saw more than it should.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>it smiled, resting its chin lightly against the surface of the glass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Now will you accept the test, oh beautiful one~? Prove to me that you can overcome this trial.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"......\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow’s thoughts blurred for a moment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were too many questions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What exactly was the test?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What rules did it follow?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What counted as failure?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What did it mean by taking \"them\"?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the end, none of those questions mattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was a dungeon trial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Understanding everything beforehand was never part of the challenge.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She exhaled slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I accept.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Fufu~ Good.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reflection’s smile widened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snap.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sound of fingers snapping echoed unnaturally loud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And the world changed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The icy hall cracked like fragile glass. Frost peeled away from the walls, colors bleeding into existence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold marble floor shifted beneath her feet, warmth spreading through it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Light.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Voices.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Noise.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The silence shattered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Before Snow could fully process it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"You let go of the princess, you wretched creep!\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Slap!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pain exploded across her cheek.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her vision tilted as her body lost balance and hit the ground hard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cling!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cling!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sharp sound of swords being unsheathed surrounded her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Cold steel pressed against her throat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow blinked, confused.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Knights.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Armored knights stood around her in a circle, blades drawn, eyes filled with hostility.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Their expressions were disgusted. Angry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if she had committed something unforgivable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her heart skipped.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then she looked ahead—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And her breath caught.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Standing in front of her...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Was herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>White hair.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Blue eyes.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Same height. Same face.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But dressed in royal attire.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Elegant.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A flowing gown of white and silver.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A small jeweled crown rested upon her head.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked down at Snow — the Snow kneeling on the ground — with a soft expression.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Pity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"What?\" Snow muttered under her breath.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"This wretched witch doesn’t even realize her actions. Seize her at once—\" one of the knights barked.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Wait.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The voice cut through sharply.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"But Your Highness—\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"It’s fine, Sir Kenneth,\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the other Snow said gently.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I am fine. She only wished to interact with me.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The knight captain looked unconvinced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>His jaw tightened.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But under the princess’s calm gaze, he reluctantly lowered his sword slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...As you command.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The blades remained close.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still threatening.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The princess stepped forward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow watched in stunned silence as the other her extended a hand toward her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Are you okay, miss?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>the princess asked softly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"I hope my guards haven’t caused permanent harm to your face.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was Snow’s voice.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But warmer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Kinder.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow felt her fingers tremble slightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She looked up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In those blue eyes — eyes identical to hers — she saw her own reflection.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But the face staring back at her wasn’t one she recognized.\u003C\u002Fp>",1829,"2026-06-03T14:41:09.353Z",1,"novelbin.me","a18c5cd4096d5e03169a414cea04aa65ec8fb4504247190acfe2d6044f40a9df","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-694","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-692",727,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhow-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-cover.jpg"]