Game Over Not Over for Me novel Chapter 79

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

**Chapter 79: Attribute Reset**

Alden was a man on a relentless quest, methodically stacking his stats as if his very life depended on it. Each number added felt like a small victory, a step closer to the power he craved.

But just as he was basking in the thrill of his progress, another Ice Werewolf emerged from the shadows of frost, its form blurring into motion as it charged toward him.

His jaw clenched tight, a surge of adrenaline coursing through him. He had relished the challenge of battling one Ice Werewolf, feeling the excitement of the fight. But now, with two looming threats, the stakes had escalated dramatically.

The atmosphere shifted; the thrill morphed into a sense of peril.

*+20 Free Coins.*

He unleashed his Twisted Arrow Technique with fervor, each arrow a desperate attempt to test the limits of his lifesteal against the relentless onslaught of damage.

Suddenly, the second Ice Werewolf leapt forward, its claws slicing through the air with deadly precision.

*-3999*
*-3999*

True Damage?

Alden narrowed his gaze, his heart racing.

*-599*
*-599*

Bleeding?

His eyes sharpened as fresh wounds erupted across his skin, crimson blood spilling rapidly from the jagged gashes. The sheer ferocity of the Ice Werewolves was alarming; even their standard attacks inflicted bleeding, a rarity that sent chills down his spine.

Yet, amidst the chaos, his lifesteal functioned, restoring some of his health as he loosed arrow after arrow. He was determined to keep stacking his HP, refusing to succumb to the pressure.

But then, as if summoned by his growing anxiety, a third Ice Werewolf emerged from the icy mist.

In that moment, Alden’s heart sank. He was in deep trouble.

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**Chapter 79: Attribute Reset**

The three were relentless, their attacks a cascade of pure damage accompanied by the cruel sting of bleed effects. One or two he could manage, but three? That was a different beast altogether.

His health bar plummeted, the lifesteal unable to keep pace with the ferocity of their assaults.

His attack speed was impressive, but the Ice Werewolves matched him blow for blow, their strikes forcing him into close quarters.

Yet, despite the dire circumstances, Alden felt a rush of exhilaration. He fought on, his HP climbing again, buoyed by a fierce resolve. He was still only at level one, so dying wouldn’t be a catastrophic loss.

After stacking another 5,000 HP, however, his defenses finally crumbled.

The claws of one Ice Werewolf found their mark, and in an instant, everything went dark.

The moment death struck, his eyes widened in disbelief. Something utterly absurd had occurred.

His attributes had reset.

Everything he had painstakingly built up was wiped away, returned to the state he had been in when he first entered this treacherous dungeon.

The very thought sent a wave of terror coursing through him.

He inhaled sharply, feeling the weight of despair settle in his chest.

*+20 Free Coins.*

His talent was Super God-Level, a gift that, even if not fully awakened, was still a force to be reckoned with. A dungeon should not have the power to strip that away.

“Could it be…”

For a fleeting moment, the notion of time reversal flickered in his mind, but he quickly dismissed it. Such power was far too broken—perhaps even a Divine Spirit would struggle to wield it effectively.

The only plausible explanation was that this dungeon was a demi-God or pseudo-God creation. Or worse, a remnant left behind by a Divine Spirit.

If that were the case, the resetting of attributes began to make a twisted kind of sense. A Divine Spirit dungeon was no ordinary challenge.

*18:04 Tue, Dec 16*

**Chapter 79: Attribute Reset**

No matter how formidable his talent was, it remained merely potential.

In his previous life, he had often heard that God-Level talents provided only the opportunity to ascend to godhood.

Faced with a genuine Divine Spirit, the chasm between them was insurmountable.

He had woefully underestimated this dungeon.

And even more troubling—

His Cycle of Death had not activated even once.

*51*
*+20 Free Coins.*

He understood the reason now. The dungeon’s Divine Spirit suppression, coupled with level suppression, had rendered him nearly powerless.

In the Twilight of the Gods, level suppression didn’t manifest in visible attributes, but Alden grasped that it influenced his chances significantly.

His Cycle of Death boasted a one percent base rate. However, facing a level 50 boss while being 49 levels lower dropped that probability to less than 0.01%. To make matters worse, his already low Luck stat compounded the issue.

Rank disparities added yet another layer of suppression, diminishing his odds even further.

“If that’s the case, I must eliminate the Ice Werewolf.”

Perhaps the dungeon held other secrets, like allowing locals to assist in slaying monsters.

Regardless, a sense of unease gnawed at him.

He resurrected, swiftly stored his gear in the guild warehouse, and sent a message to Finley.

“Fatty, grab some gear from the warehouse and turn it into cash. We need to upgrade the nutrition pod.”

The nutrition pod was a hefty investment, costing six figures.

It was far more expensive than any typical gaming pod.

To function for two weeks straight, it required regular nutrient injections.

The nutrient solution alone was about 10,000 for half a month—an expense far beyond the reach of most players.

But Alden was unfazed.

Without the nutrition pod, attempting to navigate a pocket-dimension dungeon in the mid-to-late game would leave him starving, forcing him to log off prematurely. The runs could take hours, possibly a full day.

Finley wouldn’t dare touch Alden’s weapons anyway.

Only the guild leader had the authority to grant access.

Everyone else could merely gaze longingly.

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