Game Over Not Over for Me novel Chapter 86

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

**Chapter 86: The Godslayer Mark**

Alden’s eyes sparkled with a newfound hope, a flicker of excitement igniting within him.

So, it turned out he was right—there existed a method within this village to counter the oppressive god aura that loomed over them like a dark cloud.

“Mr. Lynch, you’ve hit the nail on the head. The god aura is merciless. If it weren’t for that, I could’ve dispatched those Ice Serpents effortlessly,” he said, the weight of his words hanging in the air.

Ozzie nodded, his expression grave. “You’re not alone in that sentiment. There was once an adventurer, a mere mortal who possessed the audacity to challenge the gods. He came through our village and managed to slay the Ice Goddess herself. That act of defiance sent shockwaves through the Divine Spirits, who retaliated fiercely, sealing the Ancient Eastern Empire beneath an eternal blanket of snow.”

Alden’s eyes widened in disbelief.

If that tale held any truth, then the Footprints of the Snow Corpse lurking within this dungeon must have belonged to the Ice Goddess herself.

“After that fateful encounter, the adventurer left behind the Godslayer Mark right here in our village. I can bestow it upon you. But heed my warning—once it binds to you, it’s a permanent mark. The Western Divine Spirits will see you as an adversary.”

Alden felt a tightness in his chest, a mix of trepidation and exhilaration.

Ozzie continued, his voice steady. “But there’s a silver lining. You’ll become immune to the god aura, and even the Divine Spirits won’t be able to scrutinize your stats.”

Alden’s heart raced, the prospect of immunity to the god aura thrilling him to his core. It was a force he had never been able to counter, not even after a decade in his previous life.

Being marked as an enemy by the Western Divine Spirits? He shrugged off the thought.

In his past existence, two-thirds of those same spirits eventually found themselves in service to the Alarite Star System.

“What about the Divine Spirit of the Ancient Eastern Empire? Did they simply sit idly by while all this transpired?”

It was a question that had lingered in the minds of many during his previous life. The Western Divine Spirits made their presence known often enough.

Yet, the Eastern Divine Spirit was a ghost, absent and unseen.

If it weren’t for a handful of fortunate players receiving blessings, most would have doubted the very existence of the Eastern Divine Spirit.

“Our Divine Spirit?” Ozzie let out a bitter chuckle, a hint of frustration in his voice. “I can’t say for certain. They say that long ago, our gods engaged in a cataclysmic war—one that shattered the heavens and twisted the very fabric of time and space. The continent we inhabit now is but a mere shadow of what the world once was.”

Alden narrowed his gaze, his curiosity piqued. “Mr. Lynch, you’re not referring to the Witch and Demon Calamity from the Primordial times, are you?”

That was a tale steeped in ancient Eastern mythology, a story that sent shivers down the spine of those who dared to speak of it.

“Could be. Back then, it was known as the ‘Primordial World,’” Ozzie replied, his tone heavy with the weight of history.

Alden inhaled sharply, the implications of Ozzie’s words crashing over him like a tidal wave.

If that were indeed the case, and if all the Divine Spirits from the Primordial World were to descend upon them… the Alarite Star System and the Western Divine Spirits would pale in comparison.

“I understand. Mr. Lynch, I’ve made my decision. I will accept the Godslayer Mark.”

Becoming a divine being was a monumental challenge; slaying one was an even greater feat. Yet, if a mortal had achieved it once, Alden had faith that he could do so as well.

“Very well.”

Ozzie’s demeanor shifted, taking on a more solemn tone. “Brave adventurer, I sincerely hope that you will usher in a brighter future for our village.”

With a steady hand, he placed two fingers gently upon Alden’s forehead.

In an instant, a blood-red sigil was seared into his skin, a mark of power that soon faded from sight.

“There you go. You now bear the Godslayer Mark.”

**Godslayer Mark: God-Level.**

**Effect 1:** Immune to the god aura.

**Effect 2:** Each time you slay a Divine Spirit, you can absorb one of their powers.

**Current Killed Divine Spirits:** Ice Goddess—Immune to ice-element damage and negative effects.

Alden stood frozen, his mind racing as he absorbed the implications of the level attached to the mark. When he read the second effect, his jaw nearly unhinged in shock.

“We haven’t seen any Saint-Level talents emerge here in Lardovia yet, but a few Sky-Level ones have popped up. They’re insane.”

“I got a Profound-Level talent. The first star grants +500 Attack Power. Feels good, man.”

Not much had been unveiled yet.

Of course, just because someone didn’t boast didn’t mean they were weak. Some players were likely quietly amassing incredible advantages.

Alden recalled a player from his past life who possessed a God-Level talent for reflecting damage—both physical and magical.

At just one star, he could return 10% of his armor or magic resistance as true damage.

The most astonishing aspect was that the reflected damage wasn’t based on the damage taken; it scaled off his own defenses.

With 100 magic resistance, he’d reflect 10 true damage from spells.

The same principle applied to armor, but only against physical attacks.

As a God-Level talent, it didn’t end there.

Every physical humanoid monster he defeated permanently added 1 armor to his total.

Every magical humanoid monster granted him +1 magic resistance.

And what did this player do?

He camped in the Rookie Village for an entire year, farming low-level humanoid monsters to stack his defenses.

The wildest part?

He didn’t even grow bored. He spent an entire year just farming in the Rookie Village.

He remained there for a whole year before he finally emerged, a testament to both patience and strategy.