Game Over Not Over for Me novel Chapter 67

**TITLE: She Bloomed Like Spring After Surviving a Winter No One Saw by Lillian Rosewood**

**Chapter 67: A Cunning Mind**

The Teleportation Talisman, a peculiar artifact, lay in Alden’s palm, shimmering with an ethereal glow. It was marked as a consumable, but its true nature was far simpler than its name suggested.

**Effect:** The talisman whisked you away to a random destination, a whimsical journey through the vastness of space. However, it came with a caveat; space-type attacks could disrupt the teleportation, leaving one stranded.

In essence, it was merely a charm for unpredictable travel.

Alden couldn’t help but feel a twinge of disappointment. The reward for defeating Grayson, the Demon King’s son, felt lackluster at best.

“Is that all there is to it?” he questioned, disbelief lacing his voice.

“I assisted you in taking down Grayson, and this feels like a slap in the face,” he added, frustration bubbling beneath the surface.

Leona, leaning against a nearby tree, rolled her eyes in exasperation. “You still haven’t shared what Clarice wanted from you,” she replied, her tone impatient.

“I’ll tell you, but only after you hand over all the rewards,” Alden countered, crossing his arms defiantly.

“Stop stalling,” Leona urged, her eyes narrowing as she dug into her cloak. With a flourish, she produced a light blue crystal that glimmered like the sky at dawn.

“This is the ultimate reward for this run,” she declared, her voice filled with a mixture of pride and anticipation.

Alden’s gaze fell upon the crystal, and a spark of excitement ignited within him.

**Goddess of Life’s Tears: Special**

**Requirement:** None.

**Effect 1:** Boosts maximum HP by 20%.

**Effect 2:** Restores 10,000 HP every second.

**Durability:** 100.

(Note: Cannot be stolen or dropped.)

His heart raced as he absorbed the details. This was no ordinary prize.

He had initially planned to utilize the Eternal Scroll on the Bloodthirst Necklace, but now he found himself wavering, captivated by the allure of the Goddess of Life’s Tears.

Though it couldn’t be taken or discarded, it lacked one crucial aspect: it was not indestructible.

A twenty percent increase in maximum HP versus a mere one percent lifesteal? The choice was clear.

He preferred the significant boost to his health pool. Lifesteal could always be stacked later with a complete set of lifesteal gear. That was a minor detail easily rectified.

Yet the permanent enhancement of 20% to his maximum HP, especially when paired with his Super God-Level talent, formed a perfect synergy. The thought of regenerating 10,000 HP per second was nothing short of absurd.

“So, can you finally reveal what Clarice wanted?” Leona pressed, her tone a mix of curiosity and impatience.

Alden allowed a grin to spread across his face, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “I already did.”

Her brows furrowed in confusion. “I beg your pardon?” she stammered, struggling to grasp his meaning.

Then, realization dawned upon her, and her eyes widened in shock. “You mean… Clarice knows you helped me kill Grayson?”

Alden’s grin widened, a glimmer of triumph dancing in his gaze. “No, she simply hopes I did. She approached me with a plan to stand before the king and frame you.”

Leona froze, her expression shifting to one of disbelief. “You promised to support me, so… you said no, right?”

Alden shook his head, his tone resolute. “I said yes.”

The air around Leona turned frigid, a rush of icy energy emanating from her as the grass and trees surrounding them began to freeze in place. “You made a promise to me! You help Clarice, and now you’re betraying me?”

“Whoa, hold on a second. Betray? This isn’t a betrayal,” Alden replied, maintaining his calm demeanor. “I helped you take down Grayson. That’s a fact. I’m merely claiming my reward, and that’s fair.”

“You…” Leona’s teeth clenched tightly, her anger palpable. “I swear, I’ll kill you! I’ll track you down to the ends of the earth!”

Leona froze, uncertainty gnawing at her. She didn’t understand why Alden appeared so confident, yet she chose to place her trust in him.

“Alright. What do you need from me for this little framing job?” she asked, determination creeping into her voice.

“Act as if you’re completely oblivious and fight back with everything you’ve got,” Alden instructed.

“And the rest?” she inquired, seeking clarity.

“Leave that to me,” he replied, confidence radiating from him.

“But if they question how I killed Grayson?” Leona finally pinpointed the flaw in his plan.

“When that moment arrives, simply say, ‘No comment,’” Alden advised, a hint of a smirk playing at the corners of his mouth.

Leona inhaled slowly, frustration still flickering in her eyes. Killing Grayson was no trivial task.

But ultimately, she relented. “Fine. I’ll put on a show they won’t forget.”

With that, she turned on her heel and walked away, determination etched into her features.

The scene shifted to the Rainfall Pavilion, where Clarice returned with urgency, seeking out Fiona.

“Your Highness, the Frost King has agreed to assist us in framing Leona,” she reported, her voice steady yet tense.

Fiona’s lips curled into a faint smile. “Good. He understands his position.”

“However…” Clarice hesitated, her expression tightening.

“However, what?” Fiona pressed, her curiosity piqued.

Clarice’s face darkened. “The Frost King is aware of your dealings with the Phantom Clan.”

Fiona’s smile vanished, her expression turning as cold as ice, a storm brewing behind her eyes.