Game Over Not Over for Me novel Chapter 91

**Chapter 91: The Mortal Hall’s Lord**

“Adventurer, you—”

The moment hung in the air, charged with tension. As a Divine Spirit, her perception was razor-sharp, honed through eons of existence. Yet, encountering someone as twisted and unpredictable as Alden? That was a curveball she had not anticipated.

Before she could fully process this new challenge, Alden was already on the offensive. He was not one to waste time, especially when facing a Divine Spirit whose true attributes remained shrouded in mystery. He understood all too well that underestimating her could lead to catastrophic consequences.

With a surge of adrenaline, Alden unleashed his attacks with unmatched speed, his damage output relentless and overwhelming. But this was merely a dance for the Ice Goddess, who was no stranger to battles of this caliber.

“You may have surprised me, but at the end of the day, you’re still just an ordinary adventurer. Even with the Godslayer Mark, you’re nothing out of the ordinary,” she remarked, her voice calm yet laced with disdain.

Taking a moment to center herself, she assessed Alden’s strength. Although formidable, it paled in comparison to her peak power—she was operating at less than one ten-thousandth of her former glory. But so what?

With confidence simmering within her, she concluded that even her basic attacks could prove fatal for him. Alden remained silent, his focus unwavering. Words were unnecessary; the outcome of this confrontation would be determined solely by their prowess in battle.

Swoosh! Swoosh! Swoosh!

A flurry of arrows erupted from Alden’s bow, each one slicing through the air with lethal intent. But the Ice Goddess was not merely a passive target; she propelled herself forward, vanishing from view only to reappear directly behind him.

In a rapid succession of strikes, she unleashed ten brutal blows. Her speed was nothing short of astonishing. Alden’s health bar plummeted dramatically, losing over a million points in the blink of an eye.

“Heh.”

A smug smile crept across the Ice Goddess’s face as she observed the rapid decline of his health. “I thought you might prove to be a challenge, but it seems you’re truly insignificant.”

In her mind, the outcome was already etched in stone. At this pace, there was only one inevitable conclusion—Alden’s demise!

However, just as her confidence began to swell, an icy shiver of danger coursed through her veins. A sense of unease settled in, gnawing at her thoughts. Why was she feeling this way?

Even with her heightened senses, she could not discern any extraordinary power emanating from Alden’s arrows.

Swoosh!

In an instant, the Ice Goddess felt the ground give way beneath her. She collapsed, the Cycle of Death had been triggered. She had met her end!

Even in her final moments, confusion clouded her mind. How could a Level I adventurer have the power to eliminate her so swiftly?

“No!”

Her scream echoed through the void as her essence drained away, erasing her from existence.

Ding! “You’ve killed the Ice Goddess’s spirit form.”

Ding! “Dungeon cleared: Footprints of the Snow Corpse.”

Ding! “Rewards: 311 Skill Books.”

Ding! “598 pieces of equipment.”

Ding! “+39,999 Gold.”

Ding! “+500 Attribute Points.”

Ding! “+1 Golden Heart of the Lord.”

Ding…

The system continued to enumerate the rewards, a symphony of notifications ringing in Alden’s ears. In an instant, his level surged upward, rocketing him to Level 20.

If it weren’t for the class change limitations, he could have ascended even higher. The cap of Level 20 felt restrictive, but the dungeon was now cleared.

Suddenly, a radiant beam of light erupted from the Mortal Hall, enveloping Alden in its glow.

Ding! “Brave adventurer, congratulations on your victory over the Ice Goddess. You are the beacon of hope for humanity’s resurgence.”

“Regrettably, your role as an archer prevents you from inheriting my power. Otherwise, I would have bestowed it upon you.”

“Nonetheless, you have performed admirably, and thus, I shall reward you.”

The phantom nodded solemnly. “Indeed. In my youth, I could no longer endure the oppression of the Divine Spirits, so I rose against them. Now, the entirety of the Ancient Eastern Empire lies buried beneath this place.”

Alden’s eyes sparkled with determination. Rather than seeking out the Astralon Empire, he had targeted the Ice Goddess for this very opportunity.

“Senior, how can I revive the Ancient Eastern Empire?”

The Mortal Hall’s Lord regarded him with a hint of surprise. “Reviving it? That’s an ambitious endeavor. The Western Divine Spirits conspired to crush the empire as one. To restore it, you must dismantle their power.

“You do not possess that strength yet.

“Before your second class change, you must gather the blessings of ten Eastern Divine Spirits. Only then can you return here. Perhaps, you could break the seal.”

Alden’s expression shifted, a twitch of disbelief crossing his features.

The Mortal Hall’s Lord continued, “Remember, it must be before your second class change. If you succeed, you likely won’t be able to return here.”

Alden found himself at a loss for words.

Before the second class change? Ten blessings? From ten distinct Eastern Divine Spirits?

The enormity of the task was staggering.

For the average player, acquiring even a single blessing from one Divine Spirit before their second class change was a monumental achievement.

Yet here he was, expected to collect blessings from ten different Eastern Divine Spirits before undergoing his own transformation.

That was no small feat.

Thus far, he had secured three divine blessings—two from the Earth Goddess and one from the Ice Goddess.

Yet, according to the Mortal Hall’s Lord, he had only garnered the favor of one Eastern Divine Spirit.

“Very well,” Alden said, resolve hardening within him. “I will strive to obtain the blessings of all ten Eastern Divine Spirits before my second class change.”