Game Over Not Over for Me novel Chapter 99

**Chapter 99: Auctioning the Golden Heart of the Lord**

Alden stood in the bustling heart of Astralon City, where the air was thick with tension and excitement. The vibrant chatter of players mingled with the distant clang of metal, as vendors shouted their wares. Suddenly, a sharp, digital chime echoed in his ears, breaking through the cacophony of sounds.

“Ding! You’ve been randomly killing people in the main city. The city guards are on their way to arrest you.”

Alden didn’t flinch. Instead, his gaze fell upon a quest scroll that had been carelessly discarded by a beggar, its edges frayed and weathered. With a nonchalant flick of his wrist, he picked it up, curious about what lay within its mysterious parchment.

In that very moment, the clattering of armor signaled the arrival of over ten city guards, their imposing figures surrounding him like a storm closing in on its prey. The lead guard, a burly man with a voice that could silence a crowd, stepped forward, his face a mask of indignation.

“How dare you murder in Astralon City?!” he barked, his eyes blazing with fury. “Come with us for the trial immediately!”

Alden couldn’t help but smirk, his expression playful yet defiant. “Trial me?” he retorted, amusement dancing in his eyes. “You’re not even qualified for that honor.”

As he spoke, an ethereal presence materialized behind him—the God-Given Phantom of the Ice Goddess, shimmering with an otherworldly light. The transformation was instantaneous. The guards, once brimming with authority, found themselves dropping to their knees, their voices trembling in reverence.

“Greetings to our God! May you live forever!” they chanted in unison, their earlier bravado evaporating like mist in the morning sun.

Nearby, non-playable characters (NPCs) joined in, bowing deeply, their faces filled with awe and respect. Onlookers, players who had been caught in the chaos, stood frozen, mouths agape, struggling to comprehend the scene unfolding before them.

Some of the quicker players, ever eager to capture the extraordinary, began recording the moment, their fingers flying over their screens.

“Wait, is this for real? He kills someone in the city, and instead of getting arrested, the guards are bowing to him?!” one player exclaimed, disbelief etched across his face.

“Am I even in the same game? I got fined five gold for just hitting another player last week!” another chimed in, frustration evident in his tone.

The conversation ignited like wildfire, spreading across the digital landscape. The video circulated rapidly, drawing the attention of experts who began to dissect the phenomenon.

“Some players have noble ranks and reputation points,” one commentator noted. “Even a vice guildmaster can be a baron and enjoy certain privileges.”

“Can a baron just kill in the city? Maybe it’s because he only killed a beggar?” another theorized, skepticism threading through his words.

“It doesn’t seem right,” a voice chimed in. “Even as a baron, he shouldn’t command people to bow after taking a life. And listen to the guards—’Greetings to our God! May you live forever!’ That phantom behind him clearly has something to do with it.”

The entire internet erupted with theories, opinions, and heated debates, each new comment adding fuel to the fire.

Later, a player known as Vanguard took to the forum, his words resonating with clarity.

“It has to be a phantom. I got one too after finishing a quest with the Blessing of the Gods. It lets you summon a God-Given Phantom, just like this guy’s.”

“Astralon Empire worships the Ice Goddess, so his phantom is obviously hers,” he elaborated, his insights illuminating the situation for many.

Once Vanguard explained, a wave of understanding washed over the crowd.

“Ohhh, that makes sense. But the Blessing of the Gods? That’s insane,” one player remarked, excitement bubbling beneath the surface.

“Sounds amazing, though. Vanguard, what exactly is the Blessing of the Gods?” another pressed, eager for details.

“Yeah, tell us!” a chorus of voices echoed in the chat.

As the discussion continued, Alden had already slipped away from the chaos of Astralon City, his mind racing with thoughts of opportunity. He unrolled the quest scroll he had picked up, his heart pounding with anticipation.

“If someone lives without dreams, what makes them different from trash? Even a beggar should dream of being rich,” he read, a smirk playing on his lips.

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