Game Over Not Over for Me novel Chapter 56

**TITLE: She Bloomed Like Spring After Surviving a Winter No One Saw by Lillian Rosewood**
**Chapter 56: Darkwind Fort!**

As the tension in the air thickened, Veyla and Leona instinctively lowered their heads, the weight of the female general’s reprimand pressing down upon them like a heavy cloak.

“Elsinara, I swear I’ll put in more effort,” Veyla pleaded, her voice trembling slightly as she sought to defend herself.

Elsinara Duskveil let out a scornful snort, her icy demeanor unyielding. “Veyla, what on earth possessed you to unleash your ultimate ability on that female assassin? What were you thinking?”

“Are you really so naive as to believe that scheming, clawing for power, and backstabbing is how this game is played? I will be reporting this to Father. Do whatever you wish with that information,” she declared, her tone dripping with disdain before she turned sharply on her heel and strode away, leaving a trail of tension in her wake.

Veyla’s heart raced, panic gripping her as she watched Elsinara walk away. “Elsinara, please! I know I made a mistake!” she cried out, desperation lacing her words, but Elsinara didn’t even offer her a backward glance.

Once Elsinara had disappeared from view, Veyla clenched her jaw, frustration bubbling within her. “Putting on a show, acting all high and mighty while seizing the opportunity to eliminate me as a rival … What is she even thinking?”

Her voice was barely above a whisper, yet the bitterness in her gaze was unmistakable.

Before she could finish her thought, a voice, cool and almost spectral, echoed right behind her.

“Veyla, you foolish girl.”

The moment she heard the familiar tone, Veyla spun around, her heart sinking. “Mother.”

Fiona sighed softly, a mixture of disappointment and concern etched on her features. “Veyla, you must remember where you are. This is the royal palace. Even if you had chosen to remain passive, do you truly believe those Nightwalkers could have stirred up any real trouble here?”

Veyla’s expression shifted in an instant as realization dawned upon her.

The palace was a fortress of power, filled with masters who could intervene at a moment’s notice.

Yet, when the Nightwalkers had attacked just moments ago, none of them had moved an inch.

Did they not wish to assist? Or had someone given them explicit orders to remain uninvolved?

It was painfully evident that it was the latter.

Even if some chose to abstain, her father’s most trusted allies would have stepped in to protect the royal lineage.

But silence reigned.

The implications were clear.

This entire ordeal was a test orchestrated by her father—a means to gauge loyalty and resolve.

Grayson’s furious roar had sent shivers down her spine, a visceral fear that Leona might truly harm him.

She couldn’t bear the thought of such a disaster. In that fleeting moment, her emotions had overtaken her, clouding her judgment and leading her to overlook the most vital truth.

By pursuing the female assassin instead of the shadowy figure, her motives had become glaringly obvious.

“Mother, what should we do now?”

Panic flickered across Veyla’s face, her mind racing with the potential consequences.

Elsinara was already a formidable force, radiating confidence like the blazing sun at noon. If Leona continued to rise in power, especially after her recent display, Veyla’s chances at the throne would vanish like mist in the morning sun.

“Come with me. There is one thing Elsinara was correct about—you are far too weak. Truly, far too weak for what lies ahead.”

As she spoke, Fiona’s gaze drifted toward Leona, her eyes deep and penetrating, as if she could see into the very depths of her soul.

“Mother,” Leona murmured, forcing a polite smile despite the unease swirling within her.

Fiona was not her biological mother, and the truth of her real mother’s disappearance was a dark shadow that loomed over their relationship.

If they were not standing in the royal palace at that moment, the masks they wore would have long since slipped away.

“Leona, my dear daughter, I can only imagine the hardships you faced during your time away. When you find a moment, do join me in the Rainfall Pavilion; I would love to catch up,” Fiona offered, her tone deceptively sweet.

Leona bowed her head slightly, her heart heavy. “Once I finish my current tasks, I will certainly make time to visit.”

And just like that, their conversation came to a close.

Fiona turned to leave, Veyla following closely behind her.

Leona exhaled a quiet sigh of relief, the pressure of facing the queen weighing heavily on her shoulders—more so than any confrontation she had ever experienced with her own father.

Outside the imposing walls of Darkwind Fort, Alden finally made his entrance.

He had taken on Leona’s quest, a decision fueled by the promise of adventure and challenge.

But there was another reason for his presence here.

Darkwind Fort concealed a secret quest—one that offered a coveted boost to luck, a stat often overlooked by most players.

Luck was a hidden gem in the realm of gaming.

In the early and mid-game phases, it was rarely given the attention it deserved.

Yet Alden understood its significance.

Luck was the key to everything.

It influenced critical hits, crit rates, and probability-based skills such as Lightning Jump and Cycle of Death, all of which became exponentially more potent with increased luck—even if the stats panel didn’t reflect it.

**Darkwind Mountain Bandit (Normal): Level 28**
**HP: 3,680/3,680**
**Attack: 251**
**Skills: Chain Slash, Upward Slash**

One arrow. Two. Three.

The gate continued to sprout holes, the wood splintering under the relentless assault.

“You’ve crossed the line!”

“You little brat! You show no respect for Darkwind Fort!”

As soon as those words escaped his lips, more bandits emerged atop the gate, bows drawn and ready to retaliate.

“A shootout, is it?”

Alden’s lips curled into a grin. With over 400,000 HP, he felt invincible.

One arrow. Two. Three. Four.

In the blink of an eye, every bandit on that gate lay dead, fallen to his relentless assault.

This was made possible by triggering Lightning Jump twice in quick succession.

After clearing the immediate threat, Alden resumed his assault on the gate.

But before he could break through, the gate swung open violently from the inside.

“You little brat!!”

“You turn your back on Heaven’s path and crash straight into Hell’s door! Today, you will learn precisely what Darkwind Fort is capable of!”

A colossal bald giant emerged, a formidable figure with over a hundred bandits following in his wake.

**Darkwind Fort Third Boss (Black Iron): Level 30**
**HP: 375,000/375,000**
**Attack: 1998**
**Skills: Whirlwind Slash, Five-Stage Slash, Twin Blade Frenzy, Ultimate Body, Rage Mode, Instant Slash**

Alden raised an eyebrow, sizing up the threat before him.

Behind the giant, a dozen elite bandits and nearly a hundred regulars trailed closely.

But Alden remained unfazed; their stats were far too weak to pose a real challenge.

Whoosh!

His arrow flew, and a massive damage number erupted above the boss’s head—

**Critical hit!**
**-28,384**