How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game

Chapter 237: White Bishop....



In the deeper layers of the White Dungeon, a cave loomed with walls and stalagmites bathed in an eerie white glow.

Though no sunlight touched these depths, the chamber pulsed with a strange, perpetual light, casting long shadows over the figure within.

A white creature, its head slightly pointed and featureless save for two dull, reflective eyes, tilted its head in surprise.

Before it lay a chessboard, an intricate mimicry of the dungeon's layout.

Every section of the board was dotted with small, white markers representing its forces.

But now, entire segments stood disturbingly empty, the markers erased without a trace. "Traces... disappeared..."

It pondered, white eyes narrowing as it processed the sudden loss.

The vanishing presence of its forces puzzled the creature, an anomaly that shouldn't have been possible.

It searched for explanations, its primitive mind churning over this unexpected development.

"Alarmed... unknown presences... threat?"

Despite its limited consciousness, the creature possessed just enough intelligence to grasp its role, its creator's purpose for it, and the meticulous strategy that guided every action.

Every formation was deliberate, designed to ensure nothing could disrupt the dungeon's defenses.

Its plan, so flawlessly set by its creator, should have been foolproof. Yet here it was-faced with a failure that defied its expectations.

It felt the first flickers of hesitation.

Could it be that an unexpected force had entered the dungeon, strong enough to erase its carefully placed pieces?

Its gaze lingered on the blank spaces where pawns had once stood.

This was no ordinary breach.

Something powerful was here, something capable of dismantling its army without leaving a single mark behind.

"Plans... compromised...?"

The creature's voice was a hollow murmur, almost as if questioning the very fabric of its existence.

It struggled to reconcile the idea that perfection—a state it was designed to embody and uphold-could be so easily shattered.

Its creator had fashioned it for a singular purpose: to strive for and enforce flawless order. Yet now, this violation of its plans demanded an adaptation that defied its core programming. "Threat... unknown..."

The creature's mind raced, aware of the necessity to proceed with caution.

Reacting too hastily would only increase the risk of further compromise.

A cold gleam flickered in its white eyes as it contemplated its next move.

It could not fathom how this unknown force had obliterated its pawns so completely, leaving not a trace on the board.

But if its army had been thwarted, it must probe deeper to assess this anomaly-and that required a new tactic.

It steepled its long, pale fingers over the board, focusing intently.

The staff clasped in its third hand began to shimmer with a dim, white light, directing power through the board as it traced a line toward the source of the disruption.

Only three knights can be dispatched.

This was the maximum force it could send without risking a larger breach, as the full might of its forces was held in reserve for critical defenses and offensive power.

If these knights failed... well, then the threat was greater than it could yet comprehend.

But sacrifices, however minimal, were essential if it were to understand and neutralize this unseen adversary.

A Gambit was needed.

"For... her... MAjeSty..."

The words came out in a croak, reverent and hollow, as if spoken through cracked stone. With that invocation, its pale fingers began weaving the last strands of a binding spell, watching as three white-armored knights emerged from the white ground around it. Their weapons gleamed with the same ethereal white, expressions void of any feeling.

They would serve without question, an extension of its will, of the design its creator had so carefully crafted.

As they vanished into the depths of the dungeon, the creature's eyes glowed brighter. '..... Anomaly..... MusT..... Disappear....'

.....

They've seriously come a long way in just a few months.

I closed all the system notifications cluttering my view and studied the three individuals moving steadily ahead.

It seemed my concerns over Lucas's growth were unfounded.

Not only had he progressed at a remarkable rate, but his presence also inspired the others around him.

Janica, for instance, seemed to thrive in his orbit, her own abilities reaching new heights

under the weight of his presence.

'Two S-ranked stats already...'

Lucas's development was impressive enough that he now resembled a character influenced by a player intervention—a scenario I'd only hoped for but hadn't expected so soon.

Given the trajectory of his future events and the challenges he would inevitably face, he could easily reach level 150 by the end of the semester.

His passive experience boost and unique luck had been doing wonders, though I knew those perks would taper off as he hit higher levels and reach the level cap at 150.

Even so, with his special ability, Limit Breaker that wouldn't be much of a problem, his access to ultimate S-rank skills was now within reach.

My hopes for him included unlocking the [S-rank skill: Lord of Light], which required a

degree of divinity.

But it seems he doesn't have access to it yet.

That meant he'd need to meet the Saintess sooner rather than later a key encounter that would help awaken his divine potential.

His meeting with Emilia would align naturally with his main scenario thread, thanks to their interconnected story arcs.

Still, given the unpredictability of our current circumstances, I might need to step in if fate took a detour and bring them together by force if necessary.

Lucas's essence, embodying the purest and most intense light within any soul, is like an/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

beacon.

Just one glance should be enough for Emilia to sense it, drawing her attention and interest.

It's exactly how things unfolded in the game, and I don't foresee any major hurdles in their relationship deepening to the point where Emilia would willingly use her divinity to break the

seal on Lucas.

Once he has access to his divinity, he'll be far better equipped to handle the main scenario, freeing me up to shift my focus toward Senior Alice's storyline without needing to worry

about Lucas's growth stalling.

Rose's development, however, is turning out to be something else entirely.

Her progress, while anticipated, is still somehow startling.

She's evolving in ways that feel almost unnatural compared to her character arc's typical pacing-she's far stronger than she's supposed to be at this stage.

In the game, such an extraordinary rate of growth was only achievable if a player constantly funneled EXP her way and exclusively optimized her specs right from the beginning. Yet, here she is, gaining power rapidly, almost as if her very essence is redefining her limits.

With my involvement in Senior Dorothy's defeat, I can understand Rose's sudden leap in

strength.

Eliminating so many dark creatures, and ultimately being the one to technically "kill" Dorothy, would grant her substantial EXP if translated to game terms.

Still, her growth remains an enigma-perhaps fueled by a unique mindset, unforeseen circumstances, or a mix of both.

This isn't an issue per se; I do need her strong before the endgame.

But knowing the exact cause would help in using her rapid development as a model for other

heroines' growth trajectories.

"Hey... don't you think this is strange? It's gotten so quiet all of a sudden..." Janica's worried

tone snapped me out of my musings, prompting me to scan our surroundings with

heightened focus.

She was right.

As we ventured deeper into this dungeon, we encountered a silence that was unnatural.

The usual, almost rhythmic, presence of white-armored creatures seemed to vanish, as if the

dungeon had gone dormant.

And that was troubling.

This dungeon was foreign to me as this was a dungeon that wasn't even part of the game...

It was only meant to be cleared after it escalated, to reach a breaking point that spilled into

the outside world, not to be cleared like a traditional mission.

By now, our presence should've triggered a reaction from the White Bishop.

In the game, the Bishop had always been a tactical type-a calculated planner who would

send scouts or swarms of soldiers the moment he recognizes a threat.

So why the sudden silence?

"Can you guys sense any presence nearby?" Lucas's voice broke through the unnerving

stillness.

I noticed a flicker of unease in his expression, his gaze scanning the stark white surroundings.

"N-no..." Janica replied, her green aura spreading further out as she strained to pick up any

sign of life.

Even Rose shook her head, her golden aura searching in tandem.

I joined them, yet I too felt nothing.

The air was devoid of that usual ominous thrum that accompanied danger, as if the dungeon

itself were holding its breath.

If the White Bishop wasn't sending forces to intercept us, then what was the plan?

Was he setting a trap, or perhaps choosing to ignore us in favor of amassing his forces on

another front?

This silence was a warning, somehow even more ominous than an outright ambush.

I could feel the dread creeping in, each second of silence amplifying the unknown dangers

lying ahead. "Let's keep moving forward and stay close. The second anyone notices something strange, call it out immediately," I said, glancing at each of them. "News about the dungeon should be

spreading like wildfire outside by now. The academy officials will probably mobilize soon

too."

Janica, her body visibly tense, cast a wary look around. "Then... why don't we wait for them? Wouldn't it be better to regroup with the professors and have their support in clearing this

dungeon?" She was visibly anxious-her passive skill, [Intuition], must be warning her of something.

"As tempting as that sounds, we don't know how long they'll take to react," I replied, feeling

the strange charge of the air around us. "This dungeon is on the verge of a full-scale breach. Even if the monsters don't pour out immediately, the rising levels of disruptive mana in the atmosphere are a clear sign that multiple portals will soon start forming, linking this realm with the outside world."

Lucas's eyes narrowed as he pieced it together, his gaze focused and determined. "So, it's up

to us to contain the damage as much as possible and gather any intel we can before it's too

late?"

I gave him a firm nod. "Clearing this dungeon is the goal, but with the way things are playing out, I'd say the odds are barely even. We have a fifty-fifty chance at best, and that's assuming nothing worse comes our way."

It would've been better hearing the clanking noises of metal coming from the army of pawns

than this creepy silence....

Dungeons usually brim with ominous noises-growls, footsteps, or the faint hum of mana.

But this time this feels like we where inside a white horror house...

...

Meanwhile, at a distance far beyond the group, three figures clad in pristine white armor

stood motionless, each of them facing the direction of their target with an eerie, disciplined

stillness.

They were the White Bishop's trusted sentinels for this task.... "Anomalies... found..." murmured the archer knight, a chilling resonance in its voice.

A white sword rested at its hip while a bow hung ready in its left hand, primed to strike.

"Proceed... with caution... elimination... imminent... information... priority..."

Upon hearing this, the two knights beside it-one wielding a halberd and the other a sword

and shield-nodded, their heads moving in mechanical unison.

Each of them began to radiate a faint, almost ghostly light, their forms vanishing into the air

like phantoms dispersing into the mist.

The archer knight, however, remained behind.

Drawing its white bow with unerring precision, it gathered mana at its fingertips, the energy

crystallizing into a dense, glowing arrow.

The sheer intensity of the mana pulsing through the projectile suggested an attack designed

to strike at the very heart of its target.

"By... Her... Majesty's... will..." it intoned, its voice a mechanical prayer as it took careful aim.

In the archer's eye and mind, its target was clear: the weakest link, the one with crimson hair.

Without a sound, the arrow loosed from the bow, slicing through the air with no ripple, no presence-an attack in perfect stealth, crafted from its creator's will to be undetectable. The arrow hurtled toward its target, destined to strike with deadly precision. Soon red blood spilled across the white canvass of their world...