How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game

Chapter 333: Cultist Resto



The academy's commercial district was as vibrant as ever, its streets bustling with life and enthusiasm.

Rows of shops, restaurants, bars, hotels, and countless other establishments lined the walkways, creating a self-contained metropolis within the academy's walls.

It was a place where students could relax, merchants could thrive, and adventurers could find work-it had everything one could need, and yet, no matter how many times you saw it, the sheer scale of it never ceased to be overwhelming.

Designed not just for students but also for merchants, hired mercenaries, adventurers, and even the academy's staff, the district was a melting pot of different walks of life.

The hum of conversation, the clinking of coins, and the occasional distant sound of magical experiments from alchemical shops filled the air, giving the place its own unique rhythm.

However, ever since the former student council president Dorothy's rampage, the academy's security had tightened significantly.

The number of officials patrolling each district had doubled, their presence evident on nearly every street corner.

It was meant to be a safety precaution-a deterrent against crimes and external threats-but ironically, this very system had become the reason why the demonic cultists were able to infiltrate the academy unnoticed.

The principal, no doubt, wanted to preserve the academy's reputation and maintain control over its massive student body, but with such an influx of people, it should have been an obvious red flag that something was wrong.

The increased security wasn't fixing the real problem-it was just masking it.

And at the center of this issue was Professor Heinrich of the alchemy department-a mini- boss in the upcoming arc.

While his role was largely tied to the Saintess' storyline, I was fairly certain I wouldn't have to deal with him myself. At least, not yet.

"I thought you wanted to make it up to me..."

"I do, though?"

"Then why is she here!?"

Reina's voice was a harsh whisper, but the sheer intensity of her frustration made it feel more like a scream directly into my ear.

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