How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game

Chapter 329: Returning Practically 3



There were many things Uriel was curious about the moment she stepped foot into the academy.

The way it trained its students, the rigorous methods used to test them, and-most importantly—the sheer level of growth each student underwent.

Year after year, graduates of the academy emerged as legends, their names echoing throughout history, securing fame and influence in their respective fields.

Was it due to the academy itself?

The strict curriculum, the prestigious faculty, the unique opportunities only available here?

Or was it simply that the academy naturally attracted the best of the best-those destined for greatness, who would have risen to prominence no matter where they trained?

It was a question that didn't particularly matter in the grand scheme of things.

The results spoke for themselves.

And yet, Uriel couldn't help but be curious.

After all, she knew she was strong.

And if there was one thing the academy could offer her, it was the chance to go even higher.

Yet despite that... a faint sense of disappointment lingered within her.

Outside of a select few professors, there was no one in this place who could truly push her to her limits.

No opponent who could force her to grow at the pace she wanted.

No rival who could make her struggle.

The thought alone left a bitter taste in her mouth.

But even if the academy's standard training wasn't challenging enough for her, that didn't mean she would simply abandon it.

Growth was growth, even if it was slow. Prestige was prestige, even if it was unnecessary for someone of her caliber.

So, no matter how tedious some of the tests felt...

No matter how pointless some of the drills seemed...

She would endure them all.

For the sake of getting stronger.

For the sake of ensuring her family's standing remained untouchable.

"Tsk..."

Even as the attack golem before her lay in a heap of broken metal and shattered runes, Uriel felt nothing but dissatisfaction.

Her victory had been swift-too swift.

This was supposed to be a combat golem, designed to rival a high-ranked magic beast.

At the very least, it should have been capable of putting up a decent fight.

Yet, in the end, it had barely managed to serve as a warm-up. In terms of size, weight, and sheer brute strength, the golem undoubtedly outclassed her.

But in every other aspect-speed, technique, combat prowess, efficiency-it was nothing more than a training dummy.

Uriel clicked her tongue again, her frustration simmering beneath the surface.

This so-called practical exam was nothing more than a formality-a way to assess the general combat proficiency of the students.

She understood that. She knew this wasn't meant to be a real battle, nor was it intended to push her to her limits.

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