[{"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-700":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},1218919,1604,"Chapter 699: Frozen Trials 10","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-700",700,"\u003Cp>Time passed quietly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Days turned into weeks.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Weeks blurred into months.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Winters came and went, though in this land the cold never truly left.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And just like that—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three years were gone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celestine was now thirteen.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had grown taller, her frame more refined.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The childish softness she once carried had slowly faded, replaced by something sharper.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her features had settled into a kind of quiet beauty that didn’t need effort.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Silver hair that caught light like frost.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Eyes that held a calm depth most adults didn’t have.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even the boys her age couldn’t help but notice her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They tried not to stare.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some whispered.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Some looked away quickly when she glanced in their direction.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was admiration there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But also fear.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear of her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear of her mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The two of them were still... different.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Isolated.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Untouched by the normal warmth the other families shared.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By now, Snow had fully integrated herself into this life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If someone were to look at her memories, her habits, her reactions—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>They would see Celestine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not Snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the girl from another world.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not the student from Lumen Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just Celestine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And yet—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Looking beautiful as usual~\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She murmured softly to herself, standing before the mirror in her room.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The reflection staring back wore a neat white dress layered beneath a white coat.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clean lines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Simple design.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Paired with white shoes and a soft white scarf wrapped gently around her neck.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was almost identical to what she used to wear at Lumen Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not exactly the same.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But close enough.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She reached up, lightly adjusting the scarf, smoothing it down.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was deliberate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Aside from wanting to dress nicely—because she genuinely liked looking presentable—this routine served another purpose.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It grounded her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One glance in the mirror dressed like this, and she was reminded of Snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow—the girl who once walked the halls of Lumen Academy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was important she didn’t forget that and didn’t fully dissolve into this role.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because the third trial had already started shaping her in ways she didn’t fully understand.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had to be careful.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There were still too many unanswered questions about the trial.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At first, she assumed it would reveal its purpose clearly—like the second trial had.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, even with her movements restricted to the house and the small village, there had been patterns.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Clues hidden in conversations.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Emotional triggers carefully placed to guide her decisions.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This time?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Nothing obvious.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her range was limited again—just the house, the village, the routines of daily life.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But aside from subtle shifts in how people treated her... the trial had stayed quiet.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And before she even realized it—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three years had passed.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow understood that this wasn’t standard.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Trials weren’t supposed to drag on this long without confrontation or revelation.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But time flowed differently in alternate dimensions like this. That much she already knew.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>At the very least, she didn’t have to worry about her real body.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Or about how much time had passed outside.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A few years here could mean days... maybe even hours... back there.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long trials weren’t new to her either.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had once endured a nightmare that felt just as long—one where she was forced to watch Riley being taken so openly by her sister.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Smiling. Laughing.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As if Snow didn’t exist.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That dream had lasted what felt like years as well.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Compared to that, living a relatively comfortable life as a village girl wasn’t exactly suffering.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But comfort was dangerous.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because comfort made you forget.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow’s fingers tightened slightly at her side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I need to finish this.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t allow this to drag on forever.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’Riley must be really worried...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That thought alone made her chest tighten.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As much as she had grown used to being Celestine...\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She knew she couldn’t stay here any longer.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Crackle—!\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like ice expanding under pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A sharp, spreading cold bloomed inside her chest.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her breath hitched.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>When she exhaled, pale white mist flowed from her lips, thicker than usual.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She instinctively placed a hand over her heart—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And frost crept along her fingers.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thin crystals forming against her skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This wasn’t new.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been happening more often lately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That was another reason she needed to hurry.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because for some reason—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Celestine’s body couldn’t keep up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her talent in ice magic had grown monstrous over these three years. Effortless. Instinctive. Vast.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But her physical vessel?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was still that of a thirteen-year-old girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Human.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fragile.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The power inside her was evolving faster than the body meant to contain it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And each time that cold expanded inside her chest—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like something was trying to break through.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow lowered her hand slowly, watching the frost melt back into her skin.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Riley had once told her—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’The cold will always be your ally.’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Back then, she believed it without question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But now... it didn’t feel that simple.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The chill expanding in her chest lately didn’t feel like an ally.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It felt like something testing its cage.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow let out a small chuckle at the irony, shaking her head lightly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Guess you didn’t mean it like this...\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Still, she smiled.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was no fear on her face. Only quiet resolve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Satisfied with her thoughts, she turned and walked out of her room, her white scarf trailing slightly behind her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The wooden floors creaked softly under her steps as she made her way through the house and out the back door.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Behind the house stretched an open plain.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Endless white.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow layered over snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The ground uneven and frozen solid, wind brushing lightly across the surface in soft waves.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The sky above was pale, almost colorless.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A normal sight for this northern village.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But in the middle of that endless white—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was green.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A patch of life that didn’t belong.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Grass.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Low shrubs.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Delicate flowers swaying faintly in air that should have killed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The frost stopped cleanly at its border, like an invisible wall had been drawn.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If any villager were to see it clearly, they would be stunned.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A garden like this—especially in a remote northern village where crops barely survived the season—was practically impossible.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>’I guess being feared has its own benefits...’\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow thought calmly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The villagers kept their distance from her and her mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Whispers followed them.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Doors closed quietly when they walked by.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Fear was a shield.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>No one dared wander behind her house out of curiosity.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And no one dared destroy something that might be tied to \"witchcraft.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If anything, they likely convinced themselves it was better not to look too closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow didn’t mind.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She preferred it that way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She stepped closer to the garden’s edge and raised her hand slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Thin, invisible lines shimmered faintly in the air as her mana touched the barrier surrounding the patch of land.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Straight, precise arrays formed for a brief second—structured magic circles layered over one another.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>FOOOSHHH—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Bluish-white mana flowed outward from her palm, spreading gently across the garden like a controlled wave.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The air shifted.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The frost surrounding the boundary retreated another inch.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The soil beneath grew warmer—not hot, just balanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Satisfied, Snow nodded to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>This was one of her daily routines.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Call it maintenance.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Every day she refined the enchantment.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Adjusted the temperature.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Redirected the cold winds.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Filtered the moisture.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>By removing and redirecting the cold around this patch of land, she had created a temporary sanctuary for plant life that shouldn’t exist in this part of the continent.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Flowers from the south.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Herbs that required gentle sunlight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Even a small sapling that would normally never survive northern winters.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Hmm~ good. You guys are growing well.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow crouched slightly, brushing her fingers gently over a leaf.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The plants reacted faintly to her touch—not freezing, not recoiling. Just bending softly, as if acknowledging her presence.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Taking care of this garden was one of the few things that eased her boredom.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Three years was a long time to play the role of a quiet village girl.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Long enough for routines to become suffocating.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She didn’t want to refine her magic too much. Pushing her limits had consequences now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>That crackling cold in her chest was proof of that.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But ignoring this garden?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t do it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It was delicate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Carefully balanced.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>One wrong fluctuation in temperature and everything here would die overnight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>And... she liked it.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It reminded her that she could create something, not just freeze things.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As for her condition—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She couldn’t tell her mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Absolutely not.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mother already watched her closely.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Any strange symptom would only make her worry more... or worse, restrict her movements further.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Snow straightened slowly.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mother wouldn’t be back until late afternoon today.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant she had time.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The question was—what to do with it?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Finding clues to end the trial would’ve been ideal.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But realistically?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>There was nothing left inside the house to discover.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had explored every corner, tested every interaction, observed every behavioral pattern possible over the past three years.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If there had been a hidden trigger inside that space, she would have found it by now.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Walking to the village square alone was also out of the question.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The last time she tried that—pretending it was just casual curiosity—her mother somehow found out almost immediately.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>What followed was an hour-long storm of scolding.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>It had been exhausting enough that Snow had no desire to repeat the experience.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"...Should I just practice my magic for the day?\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She murmured the thought aloud.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Despite being thirteen, she was already proficient in high-level ice magic.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Of course, she avoided using magic as much as possible because of her condition.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>But ironically—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Releasing powerful spells all at once sometimes felt relieving.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Like opening a valve.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Holding cold mana inside her body wasn’t easy. It built up pressure.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Letting it surge outward in a controlled burst made her feel lighter afterward.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Her mother had no idea how advanced her magic had become.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Which meant if she practiced, she’d have to go somewhere secluded.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The nearby forest would do.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Not too deep.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Just close enough to the invisible boundary that prevented her from traveling farther.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She had tested it countless times.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Deciding there was no real harm in it, Snow nodded to herself.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>\"Forest it is.\"\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With one last glance at the garden, she turned and began walking toward the tree line, white boots pressing softly into fresh snow.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The cold wind brushed against her scarf as if welcoming her return.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>If she couldn’t find answers today—\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Then at least she could keep herself from feeling trapped.\u003C\u002Fp>",1751,"2026-06-03T14:41:09.353Z",1,"novelbin.me","7698aa67625d72ad71a7bc3a1ab45422fb0fdc7374b7ff58c7c784748e26e809","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-601","how-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-chapter-699",727,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fhow-to-survive-in-the-romance-fantasy-game-cover.jpg"]