Game Over Not Over for Me novel Chapter 96

**TITLE: She Bloomed Like Spring After Surviving a Winter No One Saw by Lillian Rosewood**
**Chapter 96: God-Given Phantom**

Randall’s gaze fixed on Alden, skepticism etched across his features.

Could this brash young man really be hiding some formidable strength beneath that carefree exterior?

He quickly dismissed the thought, shaking his head as if to rid himself of the absurdity. In his mind, he had a clear understanding of who held true power in the sprawling realm of Astralon, and the figure standing before him was certainly not among them. Alden was nothing more than an adventurer, a mere blip on the radar of his ambitions.

The list of individuals he dared not cross was short and manageable. Among the adventurers he encountered, there was not a single one who could pose a genuine threat to him.

Unfortunately for Randall, fate had dealt him a poor hand. He had just returned to the capital, his heart set on indulging in the pleasures of the city after a grueling quest, only to find himself face-to-face with Alden.

Had he been aware of the brewing storm within the court, he would have chosen his words with far more caution.

“I don’t care who you are,” he spat, his voice low and menacing. “If you cross me, today will be your last.”

Typically, the repercussions of an NPC attacking an adventurer in the heart of the main city would lead to severe consequences, but Randall was unfazed. Fresh from a triumphant mission, he felt invulnerable, dismissing the rules that governed their world.

After all, Alden was merely an adventurer. Given his low rank, any punishment meted out would hardly touch him. Randall was more than fine with that notion.

With a sense of resolve settling in, he launched his attack without a moment’s hesitation. As a grand general of the Astralon Empire, even a casual strike from him carried the weight of a mountain.

Alden, however, did not flinch. He stood his ground, absorbing the blow with a grim determination.

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The damage was substantial, stripping Alden of over 50,000 HP with ease.

Ding! “You’ve been attacked by a main city NPC. You can strike back within 24 hours.”

Yet, Alden had no intention of retaliating. “So, you think you can just attack me? I wonder how Grand Marshal Elvion and King Abraxis would react to this little incident.”

Randall scoffed, a sneer forming on his lips. “Handle this? You truly underestimate your position. Do you believe they would punish me for an insignificant nobody like you?”

Alden’s expression shifted slightly, a hint of amusement dancing in his eyes. “Oh, you think they wouldn’t? Just watch.”

With a deliberate motion, Alden raised his hand, his aura transforming dramatically. In an instant, a colossal phantom materialized behind him, emanating an icy chill that made the air around them grow heavy and oppressive.

“This… how can this be happening?!”

Randall stumbled backward, shock coursing through him. The people surrounding them froze, their gazes glued to the apparition in sheer disbelief.

Inside and outside the Blossomveil House, from the common NPCs to the fallen women, even the nobles, everyone—

dropped to their knees in reverence.

“Greetings to our God! May you live forever!”

The collective chant echoed through the air, infused with genuine respect and awe.

Even Randall, still reeling from the sudden turn of events, found himself kneeling, compelled by an instinctual need to show deference.

“Greetings to our God! May you live forever!”

The phantom was none other than the Ice Goddess herself, a manifestation granted by the blessings of the divine.

While it didn’t enhance combat prowess, it served as a striking display of power, a tool for intimidation that Alden wielded with masterful finesse.

He expertly used the presence of the phantom to instill fear and awe in everyone present.

Yet, amidst the throng of kneeling figures, one person remained standing—Isabella, the top courtesan of the Blossomveil House.

To any outsider, this sight would have been shocking. In the realm of Astralon, the Ice Goddess was revered, and to disregard her was akin to committing sacrilege.

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