I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 173: Report

The first thing Arlon did was check Nyx’s stats.

As a Dragon, she already had better stats than humans.

His initial stats were like this:

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Nyx (Level 1)

Race: Dragon

HP: 500

MP: 300

VIT: 25

STR: 20

INT: 22

AGI: 16

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Except for her STR, every other was higher than what Arlon started with. Of course, if he wasn’t a warrior, he would start with less STR.

So, a Dragon, even at level 1, was stronger than an average human.

But, now that she had leveled up, Arlon could see that not only her growth rate was high, but her stats scaled in a combat-oriented way.

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Nyx (Level 4)

Race: Dragon

HP: 950

MP: 550

VIT: 50

STR: 40

INT: 48

AGI: 30

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Nyx’s health and strength increased significantly, befitting a dragon’s rapid growth.

But she is still far from her full potential. Arlon thought. She would still evolve... probably.

Arlon didn’t know what Nyx was, so he didn’t have a way to guess if she would evolve or not.

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As they continued their journey, Arlon didn’t let Nyx’s training stop at just one fight.

They were in a low-level Keldar territory—low-level by player standards, meaning it was manageable for anyone level 60 or higher.

But for Nyx, who had just reached level 4, this place was anything but safe.

So, under Arlon’s watchful guidance, she fought.

Each time they encountered a Keldar, Arlon would step in first, weakening the enemy with magic. Then, he would let Nyx finish the kill.

She struggled at first—her small frame and underdeveloped strength made it difficult to deliver a fatal blow on her own—but Arlon was patient.

He guided her through every movement, adjusting his tactics to make sure she had the best chance to succeed.

Little by little, she improved.

Her movements became sharper, her instincts more refined. She wasn’t just following Arlon’s commands anymore—she was starting to think for herself, reacting to the flow of battle.

By the time the sun dipped toward the horizon, painting the sky in hues of gold and crimson, they had reached their destination.

A small clearing nestled near the edge of a dense forest.

The others were already there, gathered around a small campfire, their figures illuminated by the flickering flames.

The scent of roasted meat filled the air—someone had already started cooking.

As they stepped into the clearing, the chatter around the fire quieted. The group turned to them, their expressions ranging from casual curiosity to mild amusement.

"You two sure took your time," Zack remarked, cracking his knuckles. His gaze flickered between them before smirking. "So… what exactly were you doing?"

Pierre crossed his arms. "Don’t tell me you eloped?"

June nearly stumbled mid-step. "Wha—?! What kind of nonsense is that?"

She quickly regained her composure, shooting Pierre an exasperated look.

Arlon, on the other hand, remained calm. "If we had, we wouldn’t be here, would we?" he said, his tone completely even.

Pierre chuckled. "Fair enough."

Lei snorted. "You have to admit, disappearing alone together for so long does make it sound suspicious."

"Training Nyx took longer than expected," Arlon replied simply, brushing off the joke as if it was never worth entertaining.

June let out a small sigh, deciding not to bother with further explanations. "Yeah. Besides, who would elope in the middle of all this?"

"True," Carole admitted with a laugh. "Doesn’t sound very romantic, does it?"

After the joke, the other players didn’t ask about the real reason they were absent.

Leon had already told them that it was a secret, so they didn’t pry.

As they settled in, Arlon glanced at Nyx, who had quietly sat on June’s lap.

This wasn’t the first time Nyx had slept on someone’s lap, but it was the first time she herself decided to do that.

Arlon, once again, felt relieved seeing that scene but didn’t dwell on that feeling too much. Experience more content on novelbuddy

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Before the log-out time, Arlon told his copy that he wanted to talk to him in front of everyone.

As the log-out time approached, Arlon called forth his copy.

He had two reasons for doing so.

First, he needed to switch places with him. The transition had to be seamless, just as it always was.

Second, he needed to make it look like they had spoken—because once the players were gone, he would have to talk to Leon about what he had seen today. And the conversation would carry weight.

Meanwhile, the other players continued their training. They weren’t as adamant as Arlon, but they still pushed themselves as much as they could, knowing that every session counted.

And then, just like every day, the time to log out arrived.

The familiar scene unfolded once again—the players vanished one by one, their bodies disappearing into glowing fragments as they returned to Earth.

And when the last of them had logged out, only three remained at the campsite: Leon, Nova, and Arlon the guide.

A small fire crackled in the center of their gathering space, flickering embers dancing upward into the night sky.

The warmth of the flames barely reached them, but it was enough to keep the shadows at bay.

As the three sat around the fire, Nova suddenly broke the silence.

"That Arlon guy seemed a little friendlier with the other saviors today. I wonder if something happened."

Arlon, mid-sip of his tea, nearly choked.

He coughed lightly, setting the cup down as Nova continued.

"Ah—I meant the other Arlon. The savior one," Nova clarified.

I know that! Arlon wanted to say, but he bit his tongue. It was better if Nova didn’t know that.

Before he could compose a response, Leon spoke up.

"I don’t think anything happened," Leon said, his tone casual. "He’s part of their group. Eventually, he had to start acting like it. I think he already knew that."

Arlon frowned slightly. "I don’t think he was avoiding the others," he said, more out of reflex than anything else.

That, unfortunately, caught Nova’s attention.

"Huh? Do you know something?" Nova asked immediately, his gaze sharpening with curiosity. "I didn’t think you were close."

Leon, seeming to agree, nodded. "Yeah, you even talked to him a bit today, right?"

Arlon inwardly sighed. This is why I shouldn’t have said anything.

Leon was a loyal soldier through and through—whenever he was with Lady Rael, he behaved like a perfect guard: unwavering, disciplined, almost emotionless.

But now, sitting here by the fire with no direct orders to follow, he felt… different. More conversational. Less rigid.

Arlon didn’t dislike this side of him, but right now, it wasn’t making things any easier.

"We’re not close," Arlon said, shaking his head. "I was just making an observation." He paused, then added, "I talked to him briefly about what they did today. There’s something important I need to report to Lord Zephyrion."

That immediately shifted the conversation.

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"Really?" Nova’s curiosity deepened. "What happened in just half a day for it to be that important?"

Arlon began explaining, giving them a summarized version of what had occurred. Of course, he left out certain details—details that would only complicate things if revealed now.

Anytime Nova or Leon tried to probe for more, he would cut the topic short with the same response:

"I can only report that part directly to Lord Zephyrion."

That was enough to make them stop pressing.

By the end of the conversation, Leon reached into his belongings and retrieved a military communication ball—a high-level device that could directly connect them to Kelta.

After a few seconds, the link was established.

First, it connected to the military base in Kelta.

Then, to Ben only for him to create an opportunity to talk with Zephyrion.

With that, Arlon moved away from the others and reported everything that happened, including the identity of the masked leader.