How to survive in the Romance Fantasy Game Chapter 122: Unwanted Ending



[Hero's Legacy]

A romance fantasy ga that, on the surface, seed indistinguishable from the countless others in the genre.

An underground title, it struggled with limited publicity and a niche audience, yet it

possessed a charm that resonated deeply with .

For most players, it was just another ga-an opportunity to indulge in a story of romance and adventure set within the confines of an academy.

Its chanics and narrative felt cliché and overused, with familiar character archetypes and predictable plot twists.

Yet, despite its conventionality, it held a special place in my heart.

I took imnse pride in my ability to conquer this ga through sheer determination and intense willpower.

It was a gem, hidden away from the mainstream, but it was more than just a ga to .

It served as a montary escape from the shadows of my past, a brief respite from the burdens of my guilt and the sins that weighed heavily upon .

The ga was a sanctuary, a reprieve from a reality that was too dark to confront.

If it hadn't been for the old man's suggestion to purchase it, I might have remained trapped in my own despair, locked away in my room, the rope hanging ominously from the ceiling.

Instead, I found solace in the ga's world.

The UI, character dialogues, designs, CGs, overarching arcs, plot twists, and gaplay- everything about it felt familiar and well-trodden.

A 'cliche' I was like a ga that was designed to tread through another repetitive trope. But, I embraced it all.

The adventure and romance, the opportunity to engage with beautiful characters and explore a fantastical academy setting, captivated .

It was an out-of-character choice for , one that contradicted my usual preferences. But I completed it with enthusiasm, finding joy in every aspect.

Despite its flaws and predictability, it was a ga that brought comfort and distraction

Beating all the world-ending bosses and unlocking the coveted secret harem ending in Hero's Legacy was undoubtedly one of the happiest monts of my life.

The ga had led through countless trials and tribulations, and to finally see it all culminate in such a triumphant and fulfilling way was deeply gratifying.

Seeing all the heroines-each with their unique stories and struggles-smiling and thriving by my side in that perfect ending was a sight I had longed for.

Each heroine's happiness felt like a personal victory, a testant to the effort and dedication I had poured into the ga.

Their joyous expressions, their fulfilled dreams, and the way they celebrated together was a dream co true.

It wasn't just about the ga itself, though.

The happiness of these characters reflected sothing I yearned for deeply. Happy endings, after all, weren't just limited to the virtual world.

They represented a kind of ideal I wished to achieve in my own life whether it was for this world or in the past.

In Hero's Legacy, I could create perfect outcos, ensure that every heroine found her joy, and experience a sense of accomplishnt and contentnt.

'A way to escape it all....'

But now in reality, I faced a different, darker narrative.

My existence was bound by the constraints of a world fraught with impending doom and the inevitability of a tragic end.

The desire to see a happy ending was not just a whimsical fantasy but was sothing I greatly needed.

It was a reflection of my hope to rewrite my own destiny, to escape the grim fate foretold by the world-ending scenarios that hovered over .

'A reflection to deny my fate.... To deny my death.'

I was determined to change that reality-

Drip! Drop!

The cold, relentless drops of water fell steadily, each one piercing through the oppressive darkness around .

My eyes fluttered open, but the world beyond them was a disorienting blur.

My entire body groaned in protest, a chorus of aches and pains that seed to co from every fiber of my being.

Instinctively, my mouth opened, and my tongue reached out, desperate to catch the precious droplets of water that dripped from above.

'What's going on?'

The searing thirst overwheld .

Even the tiny droplets of water, barely enough to wet my lips, intensified my desperate need.

The heat was unbearable, and I felt like I was suffocating under its relentless assault.

Hunger gnawed at with an intensity that made question how I was still alive.

Every sensation, every ache, and every pang of hunger seed magnified by the relentless pressure that bore down on like a storm.

My body, weak and unresponsive, struggled against the restraints that bound .

Chains rattled with each futile attempt to move, the clinking sound echoing through the cold, damp space.

The sensation of being shackled only added to the growing sense of despair. My limbs felt leaden, as if they were weighed down by so unseen force.

'It hurts... My whole-body hurts!'

The pain was so intense that it was hard to focus on anything else.

My mind, clouded and sluggish, struggled to piece together fragnts of consciousness.

I could barely see the contours of my surroundings; they remained shrouded in a foggy haze. The unfamiliar environnt did nothing to alleviate my confusion.

'Where am I?'

I tried to clear my mind, to regain so semblance of control over my physical and ntal

faculties.

I attempted to call upon my mana, to draw upon its power to alleviate my suffering, but the attempt was futile.

No matter how hard I tried, there was no response.

My heart and mind felt as though they were ensnared by an inescapable, dark fog, leaving powerless and disoriented.

The more I tried to focus, the more elusive my thoughts beca, as if they were slipping through my fingers like grains of sand.

The dark, damp space around seed to close in, and the only sound was the continuous drip of water and the clanking of chains.

With my vision still clouded by the suffocating darkness, I strained to push through the haze.

Despite my efforts, the relentless pain, unyielding hunger, and unquenched thirst continued to assault . Each sensation was magnified by the grimy, oppressive environnt around

.

'This is worse than the goblin dungeon....'

The air was thick with a musty, nauseating odor, far worse than anything a goblin's cave could

exude.

The stench was so overpowering that it triggered a wave of nausea, but my empty stomach rebelled against the idea of expelling anything.

The weakness that gripped was compounded by the unsettling realization that so of my teeth were missing, adding to the already unbearable discomfort.

My mind was desperately trying to numb itself to the suffering, but nothing seed effective.

Just as I was on the brink of succumbing to the darkness, the echoing footsteps pierced

through the fog of my thoughts.

The rhythmic sound grew louder, cutting through the murky silence and pulling back to a

semblance of awareness.

Fear crept into my heart as the footsteps drew nearer.

The eerie, echoing sounds seed to awaken a part of my psyche that had been dormant, rekindling unwanted mories of things that felt both foreign and familiar.

The fear was palpable, twisting in my chest, and making every nerve in my body tingle with

dread.

'Why am i acting this way?'

A muffled, unrecognizable voice drifted from the distance.

The words were incoherent at first, but the tone was unmistakably nacing.

"Y...aw..."

The voice was distorted, making it difficult to discern any aning, but it carried an edge that

sent chills down my spine.

"................punish...bit...ha...?"

The voice grew clearer, but the chilling cold that accompanied it only intensified the fear.

The increasing clarity of the voice made it harder to ignore, and my instinct to flee beca

overwhelming.

My heart pounded in my chest, each beat echoing with the rhythm of the footsteps drawing

closer.

'D-Don't co any closer!'

The desperate plea was a silent scream within , my body tensing as I struggled against the

restraints.

The cold dread that enveloped seed to close in, amplifying every sound, every

sensation.

As the footsteps approached, the sense of impending doom grew stronger, pressing down on

like a suffocating weight. Finally, the footsteps ceased, and an unsettling silence filled the air.

A chilling sensation touched my right cheek, a contrast to the oppressive cold that had

surrounded .

The touch was soft and tender, like a caress ant to soothe, but it only heightened my

anxiety.

Gradually, my senses began to return to normal.

My hearing sharpened, and my vision cleared, allowing to make out the contours of the

dimly lit space around .

A voice, smooth and lodious, cut through the darkness. "It seems you're finally up now, my dear~"

My eyes widened in a mixture of fear and disbelief as I recognized the speaker.

The voice, so tender and deceptively kind, belonged to none other than Liyana Heavens.

Her appearance, though disconcertingly calm and composed, was more terrifying than any nightmare I could have imagined.

Her red eyes, filled with a haunting blend of warmth and malevolence, seed to pierce through , rendering paralyzed.

"I'm sorry for being a bit harsh last ti," she continued, her tone laced with a sickly sweet

remorse. "If you had been just a bit more compliant, I wouldn't have resorted to this, you know~"

Her words were like poison seeping into my mind, each syllable carrying a weight of dread.

Her gentle smile, juxtaposed with the grim situation, only deepened my sense of despair.

"Liyana....?"

Liyana, my fiancé and a figure linked to the world's potential end, was smiling at with a disquieting satisfaction.

"But anyways," she continued, her voice carrying an unsettling cheerfulness, "it's a relief that you're awake. I was just making breakfast, you see. Since I know you're very hungry right

now, how about you join ?"

The invitation, though wrapped in a facade of dosticity, felt like an alluring trap.

The ntion of food stirred a primal urge within .

The gnawing hunger inside was overwhelming.

I desperately needed to eat, and although I hadn't vocalized my need, Liyana seed to have

anticipated it.

With a snap of her fingers, the chains that bound to the wall began to dissolve, unraveling into wisps of black smoke. The sudden release was disorienting, but relief ca swiftly. Liyana's eyes glinted with a strange satisfaction as she used her telekinesis to lift gently, setting down into a wooden wheelchair.

"Sit tight, okay? The ride might be a bit bumpy-" she said with an unnerving cheerfulness.

As she pushed the wheelchair forward, the rattling and jostling of the chair jolted back to

reality.

The montary seduction of the food was replaced by a stark awareness of my surroundings.

The chair's rough movent shook from my stupor, and I took a mont to gather my thoughts and assess the situation.

The area around was enveloped in darkness, with only the faint illumination of glowing

crystals casting eerie shadows.

The walls were rough and cylindrical, and the entire space had a grim, cavernous feel.

Dripping stalactites were scattered throughout, their cold, wet tips glistening with each drop

of water that fell.

The oppressive darkness was punctuated only by these sporadic glows, which offered little

-comfort.

'Is this a cave?' I wondered, trying to make sense of my environnt.

The cavernous nature of the space, combined with the drips of water and the cold, damp air, suggested that I was deep underground.

The atmosphere was thick with an unsettling mix of moisture and decay.

As the wheelchair moved, I tried to focus on the path ahead, hoping that wherever Liyana was

taking , I could find so path of escape, but none of that seed to exist wherever I

looked.

Rattle Rattle-

The wheelchair rattled incessantly as Liyana guided through the dimly lit corridors.

Each jolt and clatter of the wheels echoed through the cavernous space, heightening my sense of disorientation.

Her smile remained eerily constant, a serene and unsettling contrast to the grim

surroundings.

She pushed the chair with a deliberate pace, her gaze fixed ahead, never once faltering or

shifting.

The entire situation felt surreal and disjointed.

I struggled to reconcile the current reality with my last clear mory: falling asleep after a

long and exhausting day at the festival.

I had been so wrapped up in the day's events, trying to make sense of the complicated web of relationships and impending threats.

How had I ended up in this nightmarish place, bound and helpless? mories of the festival and the activities I had engaged in began to surface.

The exhaustion I had felt, the conversations with Seo, the unexpected interventions and

encounters-all of it seed so distant now.

The transition from that world of colorful lights and bustling festivities to this oppressive

darkness was jarring.

My mind raced with questions that only seed to spiral deeper into confusion. How had I

ended up here?

What had happened between the festival and now?

Why was Liyana—who should have been busy with her duties or engaged elsewhere-

standing in front of , her deanor so disturbingly calm?

Liyana's cheerful voice pierced through the haze of my thoughts as she announced, "We're

here~" Her tone was disturbingly bright, a stark contrast to the grim reality of the cave we had just traversed.

The large wooden door in front of us seed to glow with a strange, ethereal light. With a casual flick of her finger, Liyana opened it, revealing a scene so incongruous with the

darkness we had just left behind that it almost felt like stepping into another world entirely.

The door creaked open, and a burst of sunlight poured through, illuminating a breathtaking adow.

The sky above was a clear blue, with the sun casting a warm, golden hue over the lush green grass that gently swayed in the breeze.

It was a picturesque landscape, serene and inviting, a far cry from the oppressive gloom of the

cave.

"This place is really beautiful, right, my dear-?" Liyana's voice was laced with a sweetness

that only intensified the surreal quality of the scene. She smiled warmly at , her expression

a mask of innocent delight.

I was too stunned to respond.

My eyes were fixated on the figure standing just behind Liyana.

The sight of her sent a jolt of shock through .

It was a dead person, their appearance a grotesque mockery of life.

The uniform she wore was tattered and stained, hanging from her emaciated fra like a rag.

Her skin was a ghastly, mottled black, decomposing and barely clinging to her bones.

The once-beautiful face was now marred by burns and decay, yet her striking blue eyes shone

with a haunting clarity that was impossible to ignore.

"Snow...."

As her lifeless gaze settled in front of a flood of unknown mories, began to resurface.

As tears started to well up before I knew it.