Game Over Not Over for Me novel Chapter 51

Chapter 51: Betrayed by a Close Friend

In the world of Twilight of the Gods, when a player logged out, their character’s body didn’t disappear—it remained in the game world, vulnerable and unprotected.

That was why, after Alden had defeated Shadowrend, he made sure to return to Rookie Village before logging off. He didn’t want to risk being attacked repeatedly by other players while he was offline, unable to defend himself.

As long as you were logged out, no one could camp your respawn point.

A faint smirk crept onto Alden’s lips, a subtle expression of satisfaction. The early dawn was just beginning to brighten the sky outside his window, the soft glow promising a new day. It was too early for breakfast, but he felt restless.

He opened the Twilight of the Gods fan forum—not the official one, but a sprawling, player-run hub that covered all the major servers worldwide.

His first click took him to the Lardovia section, which was buzzing with activity. Most discussions revolved around game strategies and tips. Rookie Village in Lardovia had already been devastated, and now, new players were swapping advice on how to level up in the main city starting from level one.

Of course, there were plenty of “friendly” messages aimed at the player responsible for destroying Rookie Village.

One thread was gaining a lot of attention—a detailed guide on how to level up in Darkwind City without resorting to monster hunting.

In Twilight of the Gods, grinding monsters wasn’t the only path to advancement. Players could run errands, deliver letters, apprentice in alchemy or blacksmithing—each task granting experience points. Even working at a tavern earned XP, albeit slowly.

Alden skimmed through the guide, feeling a pang of guilt. He decided to leave a comment.

“The east side of Darkwind City is repairing the city walls. If you get hired there, you can earn 300 XP per hour. If you have skills in masonry or carpentry, you might make over 500 XP per hour.”

It was a high-demand job with solid rewards—perfect for new players who wanted to avoid combat. Just hauling bricks for a day, and you could accumulate a hefty amount of XP.

“Seriously? That sounds awesome. I’m going to try it,” a player replied eagerly.

Before Alden could linger, a sharp-eyed user spotted his post. He quickly closed the thread.

Then, his attention was drawn to another post climbing rapidly to the top of the hot topics list.

“A Lardovia Player Is the Kindest Man Alive—Kill Him Once, Get 20 Attribute Points and Two Bronze Items!!”

The flashy title caught the eyes of hundreds of players.

Alden raised an eyebrow, curiosity piqued. Without hesitation, he clicked on the post.

As he suspected, he was the “Kindest Man Alive” the post referred to.

The thread included both the Darkwind City and Astralon bounty quests, along with a video clip showing him standing at the revival altar, surrounded by a sea of players relentlessly Fountain Camping him.

Alden’s mouth twitched in frustration.

This was outright malicious. Farming me for gear and attribute points was one thing, but publicizing it like this? That crossed a line.

Why should someone who had been reborn have to endure such humiliation?

He closed the tab, slipped on his jacket, and headed out to grab breakfast before visiting his sister at the hospital. Even though he’d hired caregivers, sometimes he needed to see Brielle himself, to reassure himself that she was still there.

When Alden arrived, Brielle was still lying in her hospital bed, but the color in her cheeks had improved noticeably.

“Doctor, how is my sister doing now?” Alden asked, seeking out the on-duty physician.

The doctor reviewed the latest reports carefully.

“Her condition is stabilizing. There’s no immediate threat to her life. However, there’s a significant chance she’ll remain in a vegetative state.”

Alden nodded slowly. Stability was a victory in itself.

After all, even a vegetative patient could log into the game. Everything else could be sorted out later.

“When might she be discharged?” he asked.

“She underwent a craniotomy. She’ll likely need at least two more weeks in the hospital.”

Alden exhaled deeply. Two weeks was a long time—enough for Brielle to fall far behind in the game—but it wasn’t the end of the world.

Once she was back in the game, he could carry her through the tough parts.

But then a chilling realization hit him.

I can’t actually carry her.

Brielle was unconscious, unable to communicate offline.

Even if she logged in, he wouldn’t know her class, her nickname, or her starting city.

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