I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 216: Approaching Storm (2)

"But he was too good to be a subordinate of Asmond," the assassin said.

Silence fell over the room.

That one statement changed everything.

If this unknown figure was better than Asmond—if he was acting independently—then Asmond might not be the true mastermind behind the shady dealings at the Anti-Saviors' HQ.

There was someone else.

Someone higher.

But who could be higher than someone like Asmond, a high-level administrator in the government, a councilor in the Magus Council, and the leader of the HQ of the anti-saviors?

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If that person wasn't Birna or Zephyrion, that only left one of the three founders of the anti-saviors.

So, Arlon was probably right.

Ejen let out a slow breath. "This is worse than I thought."

Birna leaned back in her chair, her mind working through the implications. "Agreed. If we move too quickly, we risk forcing the real mastermind into hiding. If we move too slowly, we allow them to keep growing unchecked."

The assassin remained silent, waiting for further orders.

Finally, Birna spoke.

"For now, continue observing. Do not engage, do not make contact. We will act when the time is right."

The assassin nodded once. "Understood."

And with that, his presence seemed to fade into the shadows, disappearing as if he had never been there.

Ejen let out a deep sigh, rubbing his temples. "I hate this political bullshit."

Birna let out a rare chuckle. "And yet, we have no choice but to play."

Ejen's eyes darkened. "Yeah. But I have a feeling this game is only just beginning."

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"So, what are we doing now?" Agema asked, stretching her arms behind her head.

Arlon glanced at her, raising an eyebrow. "Shouldn't you be the one guiding us?"

Agema grinned. "Oh? Don't be like that. I don't have all the answers either, you know."

June rolled her eyes. "You sure act like you do."

Agema ignored the comment and continued. "Trion doesn't have regular monsters, so your options are limited.

You can either train endlessly—which, let's be real, isn't the most efficient way to grow anymore—or you can hunt down Demons and what you call Named Monsters."

She crossed her arms, her honey-colored eyes glinting. "Either way, you both need to level up now.

You've hit a wall. You've learned everything you can at your current level, but you can't develop further until you push past this limit."

She was right.

The past three months had been spent refining their skills to perfection.

Arlon had already created new warrior abilities and even modified his existing skills, evolving them into abilities rather than rigid techniques.

More importantly, he had begun fusing warrior and mage abilities together, creating true magic swordsman techniques—something that had only been possible thanks to his title's Fusion Skill.

But there was still a ceiling.

For example, he couldn't learn time magic yet.

Even Orlen, the academy lecturer, had only begun grasping time magic after reaching level 199 and staying at that level for a long period.

Some things simply required more power, more growth.

"What if we hunt some Demons?" June suggested, breaking the silence. "Maria's group and the Gamers Guild each took down one, right?"

Agema blinked in mild surprise. "Did they? Good for them."

Arlon didn't react outwardly, but he quickly ran the numbers in his head.

He had personally killed Draco.

Before his training, the total number of slain Demons had been three—Draco, Syme, and Arn.

Now, with two more Demons dead at the hands of Maria's group and the Gamers Guild, that meant only seven remained.

Killing them wouldn't be difficult. Arlon was confident that he could take down six of the remaining seven Demons by fighting against them all at the same time.

But the last one?

The strongest among them?

That one was different.

He wasn't just powerful—he was dangerous.

Even with all his growth, Arlon wasn't sure if facing him right now was a good idea.

Not yet.

It wasn't because he couldn't defeat him one-on-one.

There weren't many on Trion he couldn't defeat except for Zephyrion, Asef, and Agema now.

But there were other things to be careful about.

Still, June's idea was solid. Hunting down Demons would accelerate their growth, and Arlon already knew exactly where to go next.

His lips curled into a faint smirk. "Alright. Let's hunt."

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The landscape before them was nothing like the ruins of Mumba City, nor the dense forests and abandoned dungeons they had seen before.

Here, massive obsidian spires jutted out from the cracked ground, each one sharp and unnatural, reaching toward the sky like skeletal fingers.

Dark crimson veins pulsed through the stone, glowing faintly, giving the entire area an eerie, pulsating life.

The air was thick with tension, carrying a faint metallic scent—like blood that had dried long ago.

In the distance, a great chasm split the land, stretching deep into an abyss where not even light dared to go.

Above it, the sky churned with swirling black and violet clouds, occasionally sparking with faint arcs of green lightning.

This place was wrong.

And at its heart, past the maze of jagged spires, stood a broken cathedral, its architecture foreign to Trion.

The stone walls were warped, curved unnaturally as if they had once been molded by something alive rather than built by mortal hands.

It was here that two Demons awaited them.

This place wasn't discovered since it was almost impossible to arrive here without spending a lot of time.

Of course, Arlon had come here before, so he just teleported with June and Agema.

This proved to be the greatest perk of being a regressor and a mage.

Arlon moved forward with a steady pace, his eyes locked on the cathedral. June followed behind, glancing between him and the ominous fortress ahead. Then, she frowned.

"Wait a second."

Arlon slowed but didn't turn. "What?"

June crossed her arms. "How do you know where the Demons are?"

Arlon's steps faltered just slightly before he resumed walking. "I can't tell you that."

June narrowed her eyes. "We've been together for three months. You never did any reconnaissance. You didn't check forums or gather intel. You've had no way of tracking them—so how?"

Arlon kept walking, avoiding her gaze. "I just know."

June scoffed. "That's not an answer."

Arlon wasn't going to explain that he already knew everything about this place from his past life. That would open up too many questions.

June sighed. "Fine, keep your secrets."

Before she could press further, Agema stretched her arms lazily. "Well, this is where I leave you two."

June blinked. "Wait, what?"

Agema grinned and vanished—her body fading as if it had never been there.

"I can't interfere, remember?" Her voice echoed softly in their minds. "I've ascended. If I get involved, the balance breaks."

June tilted her head. "Then how were you able to train us? Shouldn't that have broken the balance too?"

Arlon had wondered the same thing.

Agema chuckled, her voice smooth and teasing. "Oh? Curious, are we? Well, let's just say… the Keldars are already getting help."

June tensed. "From who?"

But there was no response.

Arlon exhaled, shaking his head. She's not going to tell us.

They pressed on, passing through the twisted obsidian spires, making their way toward the warped cathedral where the twin Demons awaited.