Game Over Not Over for Me novel Chapter 70

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

**Chapter 70: First Kill**

In the vast expanse of the battlefield, a colossal yet lethargic boss loomed. The strategy was clear: the most cunning approach was to lead it in circles, drawing it away from its intended targets.

True, the creature moved with the sluggishness of a giant, but each of its lumbering strides covered an astonishing distance, making it a formidable opponent.

Thus, the key to victory lay in ensnaring it with its own weight—a task that required both skill and patience.

From a distance, a solitary figure observed the unfolding chaos.

Skyspire Fenrir stood there, an unyielding sentinel, his gaze fixed on the tumultuous scene.

He had received his orders and arrived just as Alden began his relentless assault on the Blood-Eyed Dragon Turtle.

Yet, he remained rooted in place, aware that any movement toward the fray might be misconstrued as an attempt to claim the kill for himself.

But Alden wasn’t the only one in the vicinity.

A second shadow lurked nearby, cloaked in an aura of stealth and secrecy.

It was Shadowrend, a figure whose intentions mirrored those of Skyspire Fenrir.

Alden had already caught sight of both of them, but he felt no concern for their presence.

His focus was solely on the task at hand.

Feathered arrows rained down, penetrating the armored shell of the monstrous turtle with relentless precision, and its health bar began to plummet.

The creature twisted, scanning its surroundings for threats, yet it failed to spot Alden, who danced gracefully in the shadows, expertly navigating the battlefield’s blind spots.

“That’s Shadowstep!” Shadowfang exclaimed, a flicker of recognition crossing his features.

His brow furrowed in irritation; he understood that move all too well.

He was confident that his own version of Shadowstep was at least as refined—if not sharper.

His mastery had been forged through years of treacherous contracts and narrow escapes.

Alden’s execution, while impressive, lacked the seasoned brutality that Shadowfang had come to expect.

Yet, it was evident that Alden had not simply stumbled upon this skill after entering the game; this knowledge was rooted in a past life.

The realization sent a chill coursing through Skyspire Fenrir as he watched Alden’s blistering speed and raw power unfold before him.

Now he understood why Dream Snow’s elite squad had been obliterated so effortlessly.

Insane damage per second.

Ridiculous agility.

What he once might have deemed “good” now felt woefully inadequate.

“Absurd” was the only word that came to mind.

In another realm, he might have suspected Alden was cheating.

But Alden was oblivious to the thoughts swirling around him.

His speed was at its zenith—movement speed, attack speed, reaction speed—everything was maximized.

Some archers, despite their experience, still stumbled in their rhythm, inadvertently sabotaging their own damage output.

Even veterans among them struggled, their 5.0 attack speed crumbling to a pitiful 3.0 due to sloppy footwork.

And then there was another critical factor: accuracy.

Most archers found their hit rate diminished while in motion, a flaw that the Blood-Eyed Dragon Turtle’s sheer size concealed for the moment.

Skyspire Fenrir realized that Alden was a force he could never hope to rival.

The very way he moved spoke volumes about his skill.

Suddenly, the Blood-Eyed Dragon Turtle unleashed a deafening roar that echoed across the battlefield.

A noxious green fog erupted from beneath its shell, swirling ominously.

Damage markers flashed above Alden’s head, relentless in their assault.

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The Purifying Pendant glowed with power, coursing through Alden and purging much of the poison from his system.

The toxic mist that enveloped him barely made a dent in his health.

Then, in a fit of rage, the Blood-Eyed Dragon Turtle bellowed, a sound so deep it reverberated in Alden’s bones.

Crimson light ignited across its shell, illuminating the battlefield with a fierce glow.

Alden’s expression hardened; he understood what was happening.

The beast had entered rage mode.

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