Game Over Not Over for Me novel Chapter 95

**TITLE: She Bloomed Like Spring After Surviving a Winter No One Saw by Lillian Rosewood**
**Chapter 95 Blossomveil House, Isabella Seabrook**

As Alden stepped out of the grand royal palace, the weight of his ambition began to settle in. He had a singular focus: to unlock the elusive hidden class for the God-Level archer in the bustling heart of Astralon City. The air was crisp, filled with the scent of opportunity, and he could almost taste the thrill of success.

However, just as he was about to stride confidently forward, a figure suddenly obstructed his path.

It was Clarice, her expression serious, her demeanor commanding.

“Frost King,” she began, her voice measured and deliberate, “let’s negotiate. What will it take to ensure that secret remains under wraps?”

Alden raised an eyebrow, intrigued by her directness. “You’re as quick on the uptake as ever. Just like in the main hall—what I need is a God-Level Talent Awakening Stone.”

Clarice’s brow furrowed slightly, a flicker of concern passing over her features. “All the God-Level Talent Awakening Stones within the palace are under strict surveillance. If Queen Fiona were to hand you one, it would raise far too many questions.”

Alden’s lips curled into a confident smile. “Questions? What questions? I could easily join her camp officially. Just label the stone as a reward, and all will be well.”

She shook her head, frustration evident in her tone. “At this juncture, who in the palace would dare to openly recruit you? You’ve completed ‘Footprints of the Snow Corpse’ and have earned the Divine Spirit’s favor. Your influence among Astralon’s elite is now second only to the king himself.”

Alden felt a rush of surprise.

It dawned on him that slaying the Ice Goddess was not a prerequisite for clearing the dungeon; mere approval would suffice. Clarice seemed to believe he had won the Ice Goddess’s favor. He couldn’t help but ponder how she would react if she learned the truth—that he had obliterated the remnants of her soul.

He replied, “If you can’t provide it now, we can discuss it another time. I’m aware of this secret, and my motives are purely self-serving. Rest assured, I won’t disclose it unless absolutely necessary.”

Clarice regarded him thoughtfully, her mind clearly weighing the implications of his words.

“Alright,” she conceded, “if you desire something, return to me. I trust you will keep your word.”

With a casual wave, Alden turned away, leaving her behind.

Instead of rushing off to hunt monsters beyond the city limits, he made his way directly to Blossomveil House, a haven for many fallen girls. His primary objective was to trigger the hidden class of the God-Level archer, but rescuing a few girls along the way would certainly be a pleasant bonus.

As he approached Blossomveil House, he couldn’t help but reflect on the peculiar nature of this place. Though it was merely a holo game, very few players could afford the luxury of Blossomveil House at this stage.

The elite players who could afford such indulgence seldom spent their gold frivolously.

Alden was a rare exception; he had accumulated nearly 100,000 gold in just a matter of days, an astonishing feat that set him apart from the rest.

While players rarely frequented this establishment, the NPCs were a different story. Some merchants had even become premium members, entertaining the nobility of Astralon purely for profit. After all, there was a certain thrill in acquiring a woman who appeared to be free rather than one who was merely purchased with gold.

Clearing his throat, Alden stepped inside the brothel, where the keeper—a woman in her thirties with a captivating charm—greeted him.

She wasn’t here for Alden; her attention was drawn to a viscount who had entered alongside him.

“Oh, Lord Flynn,” she exclaimed, her tone warm and inviting, “it’s been quite some time since your last visit. Cherrie has been longing for you.”

The viscount waved her off dismissively. “I’m not here for Cherrie, my dear. I’ve heard today marks Isabella’s first patronage. Naturally, that honor falls to me.”

The brothel keeper smiled knowingly. “Ms. Isabella has been preparing for this moment. However, there are quite a few esteemed guests present today…”

He remembered vividly how, during his last visit, a player had become overly excited and accidentally toppled the vase, leading to a 100 gold compensation fee—a mere pittance compared to the value of a God-Level hidden class.

Just as Alden prepared to feign an accident with the vase, a loud, urgent voice pierced through the atmosphere outside.

“General Corbin! There’s someone already in the Nine Blossoms Chamber!”

“I don’t care who it is! This chamber belongs to me tonight! No one else is welcome!”

Before he could finish, the door swung open with a forceful bang, and a formidable-looking general, clad in armor, stormed inside.

Alden frowned, sensing trouble brewing.

Randall Corbin locked eyes with him and barked, “Hey, punk! If you want to stay alive, get out!”

“Get out?” Alden shrugged, unperturbed. “And what if I choose not to?”

“You’re refusing to leave?” Randall sneered, his arrogance palpable. “Do you even know who I am?”

Alden met his gaze coolly. “Randall Corbin, the top fighter under Grand Marshal Elvion,” he replied with a hint of nonchalance.

“You know who I am and still dare to defy me?!” Randall’s voice rose, incredulous.

Alden simply smirked, undeterred. “I know exactly who you are—but do you have any idea who I am?”