Game Over Not Over for Me novel Chapter 87

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

**Chapter 87: The Ice Giant, Seal the Heavens to Ascend to Godhood!**

As the colossal figure emerged into view, it radiated an aura of sheer invincibility, a presence that seemed to mock the very notion of resistance.

No force—be it human or divine—appeared capable of halting its advance.

It was a terrifying sight; whether you wielded a sword or cast spells, the moment you engaged with it, you were destined for death.

The creature’s ability to reflect damage was not merely a function of what it absorbed; rather, it was enhanced by its formidable armor and magical defenses.

A sudden thought struck Alden, jolting him from his momentary daze.

What if that cunning rogue had allied himself with Fatty?

A shiver of dread coursed through him at the mere notion.

With Fatty’s gargantuan health pool and the rogue’s impressive armor and magic resistance, who could possibly inflict damage on Fatty in the late game? The answer was simple: no one, except perhaps for True Damage.

And here was the clincher.

Fatty possessed the passive ability known as Bloodthirst Dragon Armor, a skill that healed him for a portion of the damage he sustained. The combination of these two would be utterly broken.

However…

Alden recalled an inconvenient detail that could change everything.

The God-Level Talent Awakening Stone, prominently featured in the promotional video and later revealed by that sneaky rogue—Alden had claimed it first.

This meant that the rogue likely never had the chance to acquire it.

At this moment, his talent remained dormant, unawakened.

With these thoughts swirling in his mind, Alden quickly shot a message to Fatty.

“Hey, Fatty! Add a player named ‘Everlasting Turtler’ to the guild.”

Alden was well-acquainted with this player. He was far from shady; rather, he was exceptionally adept at remaining hidden.

Whenever he found himself with a spare moment, he would disappear into the most obscure corners of the map, tirelessly grinding his armor and magic resistance.

In his eyes, if his defenses were sufficiently high, he could be untouchable.

Not a bad theory, considering the game had no upper limit on those stats.

Moreover, his ability to reflect damage was ludicrous—it didn’t scale with the damage he took.

By the late game, talents or skills that reflected damage based on absorption became less effective, as even the most basic warriors had decent lifesteal by that point.

If you reflected 30% of the damage but your opponent healed 30%, it was essentially a wash.

But Everlasting Turtler was different; he could absorb even a single point of damage and still reflect a true damage percentage determined by his armor or magic resistance.

This meant that the damage he reflected could far surpass the damage he actually endured.

Fatty responded almost immediately, “No problem.”

Meanwhile, Alden was scrolling through the forums, his irritation mounting as he stumbled upon a rather obnoxious topic.

People were engaging in discussions about worshiping the West.

Apparently, the Astralon Kingdom—where players from Lardovia began their journey—was an urbanized nation steeped in Western deities.

This led to an enthusiastic admiration for Western nations, particularly Urania.

Some posts were so exaggerated that they practically deified the place.

Alden couldn’t help but smirk at the blind adoration these individuals displayed for the West.

He had no intention of wasting his breath arguing with such fervent admirers.

After a brief perusal, he stretched his limbs, performed a set of the “Second Elementary School Radio Calisthenics,” and then dove back into the game.

He respawned in the village, as was customary.

This time, he made a beeline for the stone monument that bore the inscription: “Here lies the Ancient Eastern Empire.”

As he passed the monument, he felt the familiar divine aura wash over him.

Yet, strangely, it no longer held any sway over him.

Even the debuffs that had previously slowed his attack and movement speed in the snow had dissipated.

The Ice Serpent, a formidable foe, did not show itself.

Alden pressed onward until he reached a gnarled tree, its branches stripped bare, save for a few thick limbs that still stood resolute.

He halted before the tree, his eyes narrowing as he noticed something buried beneath the snow.

With a swift motion, he cleared the snow away, revealing a chessboard.

“Is this… chess?” he murmured to himself.

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