How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game

I've really changed…

I didn't notice it immediately—not back in the White Realm when everything was still hazy—but now that both my soul and body had been fully restored, the difference was impossible to ignore.

Running across the academy's central park, the winter wind brushing past my face, I realized something strange: not a single bead of sweat clung to my skin, even though I'd been sprinting at near full speed for almost an hour now.

My legs moved in seamless, fluid strides, each step carrying me farther than it should've.

The force behind my motions felt effortless—like I was gliding rather than running. And yet, the ground cracked beneath me with every powerful push.

It was slightly uncomfortable, if I were being honest.

Not physically—but mentally.

This kind of movement, this kind of body… it wasn't what I remembered.

It felt unfamiliar, like a new car whose steering was too sensitive.

The power was there, undeniably, but I hadn't yet adjusted to how smooth and efficient everything had become.

It was clear—I was stronger. Faster. More refined. But as for the actual limits of this new body… that remained a mystery. I wouldn't know until I pushed it again. Until I drove it to its breaking point.

[Name: Riley Hell]

[Race: Human…. [????]

[Level: 176]

[Strength: S (???)]

[Agility: A (0/100)]

[Endurance: A (0/100)]

[Luck: 0 (????)]

[Power: B (0/80)]

[Available Status Points: 55]]

The system showed my stats as they were.

Strength was S-ranked now and my Agility and endurance both A, sure.

But even with that classification, something didn't add up.

This level of performance… it didn't match what I knew from the game.

In the game, S-ranked strength came with incredible power, yes—but what I was experiencing now felt beyond that.

My movements were far more explosive and fluid than anything I had ever seen before—even from other characters at the same rank.

Not even Lucas, in his S-rank form, had moved like this.

And I had watched him closely—too closely, perhaps—to miss such a detail.

Of course, it could just be a subjective impression.

After all, we hadn't fought.

There was no direct comparison yet.

But still… the sheer disparity I felt now between my old self and this current state—it made me confident.

I didn't need a battle to tell me I was faster.

I could feel it with every step, every muscle twitch, every time the world blurred around me.

And what was even more curious—this was me without any movement skills activated.

No buffs.

No enhancements.

Just raw stats and natural movement.

That thought alone was intriguing… and slightly troubling.

Because if my current performance surpassed even what the system claimed, then that could only mean one thing:

I couldn't fully trust the system's calculations anymore.

And that... opened up a whole new can of worms.

Of course, this wasn't exactly a bad thing.

If anything, it was proof that I'd grown—not just in stats or level, but in overall quality.

My potential had evolved, and the efficiency of my body reflected that.

Every movement felt clean, powerful, optimized in a way that no number could quite explain.

But there was one frustrating drawback.

I could no longer properly assess the others—especially the main cast—using myself as a basepoint.

It used to be simple. In the game, you could compare stats, ranks, and levels and get a rough idea of where everyone stood.

But now?

That comparison system was falling apart.

I was no longer within the standard bounds.

My strength and speed had reached a level where the system's metrics began to blur, bend, or just outright lie.

I suppose I could use Lucas.

Or maybe even Seo, considering the two of them were likely the closest to the top among the student body.

In the knight department at least...

They were both main characters, after all, with exceptional growth rates.

But even that would be up for debate until I saw them actually fight—seriously fight.

Conveniently, the upcoming Fourth Act was exactly that kind of scenario.

An arc packed with student-versus-student battles, monster-hunting expeditions, and demon encounters.

The perfect testing ground.

If I couldn't compare myself through stats anymore, I could still compare them through action, movement, precision.

Through the heat of real combat.

Still, I couldn't help but wonder: what exactly made me so different?

There were a few theories.

One being that my level cap was naturally higher than that of most people.

A result of my… unique existence.

But among the possible reasons, there was one that stood out the most. One that had been quietly burning in my chest ever since my return from the White Realm.

That subtle warmth.

I had tried to ignore it, brushed off the notifications, turned my focus elsewhere—but I knew better.

Ignoring something so blatant would only lead me in circles.

[Divine Power: 1000/1000]

[Note: You are worthy of entering Nirvana]

[Gates to unlock: 3/3]

[Ascension Level: 8/10]

[User race is now automatically subjected to change…]

[Adaptation requirement needed to pass the wall]

[First Stage Sequence required to bypass the Ascended wall…]

[Divine Title and Authority… Uncertain]

[Note: User is advised to reach the pinnacle of Ascension…]

[Note: The Blessing within you will be automatically absorbed once the First Sequence is initiated. Would you like to set automatic blessing absorption?]

[Yes/No]

[Available Blessings:]

[—Blessing of Change]

[—Blessing of Death]

This was a system message I had originally brushed aside back in the White Realm, right after that strange, slightly eventful yet oddly uneventful encounter with the two goddesses—Erebil and Eris.

Dinner with divine beings, you'd think it would be unforgettable.

But while the atmosphere was oddly calm and the food strangely good, it wasn't the meal itself that lingered in my mind nor the slightly weird conversation we had at the time….

It was their attention despite the clear dispute they both had, they had one thing in common throughout the whole date like meeting.

The way both of them looked at me—

Their interest in me shifted something.

Not in the moment, maybe, but in everything after.

Something fundamental.

To the point that even my race was now—according to the system—"subjected to change."

I still didn't fully understand what that meant. Not really. But one thing was becoming more and more clear.

I was about to change.

Not in the usual stat-growth or level-up kind of way.

This was probably something deeper—something that affected the very core of who I was. My soul… my essence.

It made sense when I thought about it.

My soul—this vessel that held me together—was never meant to carry this much. It was like a glass, one too fragile to hold the oceans that had been poured into it.

Did my existence of being Han helped in some way?

Riley Hell was meant to be a disposable character to begin with cursed for death by my very own Fiancé…

The divine power within me.

The blessings.

The fractured pieces of what I once was—and what I was becoming.

There was bound to be a limit to how much I could carry.

And perhaps that's why the system was forcibly trying to shift everything about me.

Not just my class or abilities, but my entire existence.

What kind of change it would be? That was still anyone's guess.

It was subjective. Unpredictable. Maybe even dangerous.

But in contrast, Lucas never had to worry about any of this.

In the game, his soul was already more than large enough—robust, complete.

His divine lineage saw to that.

His mother had been the strongest among the angels under Eris, and as a direct descendant of the goddess herself, Lucas had inherited that power from birth. It was woven into his very being.

For him, reaching the pinnacle of ascension was simple.

It wasn't a transformation. It wasn't a gamble.

It was just him becoming more of what he already was.

Shedding the last fragments of his humanity and embracing the full weight of his divine heritage.

A half-angel becoming whole.

For me… my transformation was probably meant to align with the blessing I chose.

[—Blessing of Change]

[—Blessing of Death]

Two blessings. Two paths.

Choosing "Change" would align me with the goddess of light—Eris.

The divine mother of order, light, creation, evolution, and balance.

While choosing "Death" meant aligning with Erebil, the goddess who ruled over Darkness, endings, shadows, and silence.

Both were ancient beings with essences strong enough to warp reality, and both—if chosen—would undeniably grant me power.

Would I become one of their angels if I accepted either blessing?

Would my soul shift to reflect their will, their nature?

Maybe. It was possible.

But then there was the system message—the one hinting at "divine title and authority."

That phrasing suggested something even greater than simply becoming a divine servant.

'Would I… become a god?'

No.

That probably wouldn't be the case.

I wasn't delusional. There were still gaps, walls, and layers I couldn't even see.

The realm of gods was vast and complicated—and I was still crawling my way through its outer crust, even with all the things I've reached so far...