I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 209: Agema (3)

"How much do you need to train me fully?" Arlon asked.

"Though it won't be fully, six months would be enough," Agema said.

Arlon considered her words, then reached into his inventory and pulled out a small, unassuming locket. Without hesitation, he held it out to Agema.

She took one glance at it and wrinkled her nose. "Ah, what an ugly necklace." Then she smirked, flicking her gaze toward June. "Why don't you give it to your girlfriend here instead?"

"She is not my girlfriend," Arlon stated flatly. "And this isn't that kind of gift. It's a locket that can hold a soul inside."

Agema's amused expression faltered, replaced by surprise. "What?" She snatched the locket from his hand and inspected it closely. "Where did you find this? Trion shouldn't have anything to do with souls yet."

Arlon shrugged. "Does it matter? Can you use it to stay here longer?"

Agema was quiet for a moment, turning the locket in her hands before letting out a small chuckle. "Well… If my disciple wants me by his side this much, how could I refuse?" Her tone was teasing, but there was a hint of warmth in her voice.

Then, her expression turned serious. "But even if I stay, I can't interfere with anything happening in Trion. If I could, I would've wiped out those Keldar bastards myself."

June, who had been listening quietly, finally spoke up. "I was wondering about that. Why can't you interfere?"

Agema met her gaze. "Because if I do, their ascended ones will be able to interfere as well. Everything in this universe operates on balance."

Arlon exhaled. "I see…" He thought back to Kalmer's words. He had only started to grasp the true scale of the forces at play.

With that, their conversation came to an end. Agema would remain behind, and Arlon would undergo six months of training under her guidance.

But first, there was one more matter to settle.

"Ah, before we do anything," Arlon said, checking his status. "I need to level up once."

Agema tilted her head. "Why's that?"

"There's a quest that requires me to be level 150 before I can accept it."

Agema smirked. "Is that so? Well, let me help."

She reached out and touched Arlon's forehead. A familiar surge of power washed over him—one he had only felt once before, when Charon had given him a level.

It wasn't just an increase in strength; it was an overwhelming rush, as if the system itself was acknowledging his growth.

His body pulsed with energy, and he instinctively clenched his fists as the notification rang in his mind.

But then a thought struck him. "Wait! Won't that take away from your experience?"

Agema clicked her tongue. "Don't insult me. I could push you to level 200, and it wouldn't affect me in the slightest."

Arlon blinked. "Then why not do it?"

"Because," Agema said with a huff, "if I boost you that much, your body and training won't be able to keep up."

Arlon wanted to argue. He knew she was wrong. He had already been beyond level 200 in his past life—his body could handle it. But he couldn't reveal that.

So, instead, he simply accepted the level-up. A bright light encircled him, and two system notifications appeared before his eyes.

Agema turned her gaze toward June. "On the other hand… you have plenty of room for growth."

She stepped closer and gently touched June's forehead. June instinctively leaned back slightly at the unexpected contact but didn't pull away.

"Let's see," Agema murmured. "If my disciple doesn't mind, I can bring you up to level 134. What do you say?"

June's eyes widened in shock. "What? Really?"

She had spent the past few days hunting alongside Arlon. Despite her efforts, she had only gained a few levels.

The climb past level 100 was grueling—it took hours of grinding just for minimal progress.

The idea of jumping over twenty levels in an instant felt unreal.

She hesitated, then turned to Arlon. She didn't need his permission, but at the same time, she didn't want to cause trouble.

Arlon, however, only shrugged as if to say, "Do whatever you want."

June looked back at Agema, inhaled deeply, and nodded. "Alright… I'll do it."

Agema grinned. "Good choice."

Another light appeared, but this time, around June.

***

Agema and June became friends almost instantly.

It wasn't surprising—Agema's playful personality and June's relaxed nature made them a good match. The two of them had quickly fallen into an easy rhythm, chatting and laughing like they had known each other for years.

Arlon, on the other hand, wasn't as amused. He had a strong suspicion that if given the choice, Agema would much rather take June as her disciple instead of him.

That wasn't going to happen.

June was free to learn from Agema alongside him, but Arlon needed power—not just for the present, but for the future. He couldn't afford to give up this opportunity. Even if Agema was just teasing, he wouldn't take any chances.

For now, he pushed that thought aside.

Since he had finally reached level 150, it was time to receive the title quest. Without wasting any time, he headed back inside the ship, leaving June and Agema to their conversation.

This time, he didn't bother looking around the room. He knew what he needed to do. He walked straight toward the artifact in the center, his steps steady and confident.

The moment his fingers touched the object, a familiar notification appeared before him.

[Title Quest: Would you like to receive the title quest?]

This was the first and the last time the system had interfered with things like quests in his past life.

Without hesitation, Arlon selected Yes.

Another notification followed immediately after.

[Clear the city of Mumba of its impurities.]

If it were anyone else receiving this quest, they would have been completely lost.

The term "impurity" had never been used in EVR before. No guide, no forum post, nothing in the game's history had explained its meaning.

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But Arlon knew.

Only the location was different this time. In his past life, another player had been the first to complete this quest, and that guy had shared every detail of his experience.

It had taken him an entire month to figure it out and clear the city.

But Arlon wasn't going to waste a month.

He already knew exactly what to do.

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Outside the ship, June and Agema continued their conversation, completely at ease.

"Miss Agema, I don't know if you're serious about this whole disciple thing, but I don't want to take his place," June said earnestly. "Still, I'd be happy to learn from you, even just a little."

Agema smirked, her honey-colored eyes gleaming with amusement. "Hehe! Am I sensing something here? Also, you can call me just Agema. If you want to add anything, beautiful Agema is also okay."

June instantly stiffened. "Not at all!"

"Let's say I believe you," Agema said, winking. "Anyway, I was only joking. You don't have to worry about it. But you sure do ask for a lot."

June hesitated, looking slightly guilty. "I'm sorry... You don't have to help me if it's too much trouble."

"Hehe! Relax, I was just messing with you. You're too easy to tease." Agema let out a small laugh. "Besides, there's no limit to how many disciples I can have. I might not be able to give you as much attention as him, but I'll still help you. That way, you can win his heart."

June groaned. "It's really not like that, but... thanks."

The two continued talking as if they had known each other forever. Their conversation shifted from magic to random questions about Earth.

"So, what kind of things do you wear in your world?" Agema asked, intrigued.

June raised an eyebrow. "What, like clothes?"

"Obviously," Agema said. "Do women wear these strange, uncomfortable-looking robes, or do you actually wear something practical?"

June snorted. "Oh, we wear plenty of impractical stuff too. But yeah, most of the time, we dress for comfort. Jeans, T-shirts, sneakers..."

Agema tilted her head. "Sneakers? Are those some kind of battle boots?"

"Not even close."

Agema pouted. "Your world is weird."

June smirked. "You don't even know the half of it."

Their discussion jumped from clothing to jobs, entertainment, and all sorts of everyday things that Agema found fascinating.

So when Arlon finally returned from the ship, the two weren't exactly happy to be interrupted.

They made it very obvious.

June sighed exaggeratedly.

Agema grinned. "Welcome back, my not-so-cute disciple. Did you finish your little quest business?"

Arlon was about to answer when he noticed Agema's fingers twitch. His instincts screamed at him—he knew what was coming.

This time, when the dirt ball flew toward his face, he dodged it effortlessly.

Agema blinked.

June raised an eyebrow. "Wow. Improvement."

Agema crossed her arms and huffed. "Tch. I'll get you next time."

Arlon wasn't sure what was there to get.