I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 218: Twins (2)
Arlon stayed silent, watching them carefully.
He had expected this.
It was the same as before. The same as when he fought them in his past life. They were not too dangerous alone, but together?
They became something else.
And now, he had to make sure June survived.
Arlon stole a glance at her. She was strong—far stronger than before—but she wasn’t as strong as him.
And she wouldn’t respawn if she died.
If June died here, she wouldn’t be able to log in again.
And Arlon didn’t want to allow that to happen.
He exhaled, adjusting his grip on Aetherion’s Edge. I’ll fight seriously—but only as a warrior.
There was no need to go all out as a magic swordsman yet. This was still a fight he could win without revealing everything.
The female twin took the lead, vanishing in an explosive burst of speed.
But this time, her movements were sharper, faster—enhanced by her brother’s mana.
She shot toward Arlon like a black streak, her blade coated in a thin layer of shimmering energy.
Aether Blade.
Arlon recognized it instantly.
A unique ability that let her sharpen her sword with pure mana, making it capable of cutting through spells and enchantments.
He met her charge head-on.
CLANG!
The impact sent a shockwave through the cathedral, rattling the shattered stained-glass windows.
Arlon didn’t move. His strength held firm, even as the twin pushed against him.
Her grin widened. "Still standing? Good. Let’s see if you can keep up!"
She spun, disengaging from their clash before twisting midair and slashing downward.
Arlon moved before she landed, sliding to the side as her blade sliced into the stone floor, leaving behind a glowing scar in its wake.
He countered immediately.
With a sharp exhale, he executed Phantom Step, a movement technique that made his afterimage flicker in place.
Then, he closed the gap.
He used Dash and Slash.
A powerful horizontal strike aimed right at her exposed side.
"Tch—!"
She barely managed to parry, but the force behind his attack sent her skidding across the floor.
On the opposite side of the cathedral, June found herself surrounded.
The mage twin hovered slightly above the ground, multiple magic circles spinning around him, all filled with gathering energy.
June didn’t hesitate.
She thrust her staff forward, summoning an arc of flame that surged toward him.
But before it could reach, a barrier of golden light flickered into existence, dispersing the attack like smoke.
The twin gave her a knowing smile. "Come now, is that all?"
June scowled. "You talk too much."
She stomped her foot against the ground, channeling Ice Surge—a burst of freezing mist that spread outward.
The moisture in the air crystallized instantly, forming jagged spikes of frozen mana aimed straight for him.
But he was already moving.
A flick of his staff sent the spikes flying back at her, forcing her to throw up a shield.
Crackling blue energy spread across her skin—Agema’s training had taught her to layer barriers instinctively.
Still, she was being pushed back.
She needed to close the distance.
Meanwhile, Arlon and the swordswoman continued their duel, neither one backing down.
But Arlon wasn’t planning to drag this out.
With a sudden pivot, he let his guard down on purpose—just slightly.
It worked.
The female twin took the bait, lunging forward for a killing blow.
Arlon exhaled.
Then, with a swift movement—his sword cut through her neck.
Blood sprayed across the cathedral floor.
June gasped. "Arlon—?"
The mage twin froze, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. But he wasn’t angry.
Arlon narrowed his eyes.
So, they’re finally revealing it.
The air shimmered.
The swordswoman’s body wavered, as if she were sinking into an invisible ocean.
Then, with a quiet gasp, she emerged again—completely unharmed.
As if nothing had happened.
She blinked, touching her throat absentmindedly before smirking. "Ahh, that was a clean strike. But did you think we’d die so easily?"
The mage twin chuckled. "We have a blessing. One that lets us live and die together. As long as one of us is alive, the other will always return."
June tensed. "That’s—"
Arlon moved.
Without a second of hesitation, he killed the woman again, but he didn’t stop there. He went for the mage twin next before the woman could revive.
His sword carved through the air, slicing the mage cleanly across the chest.
The moment he fell, though, the swordswoman revived once more.
She laughed.
"Did you really think we’d reveal all our secrets and tell you how to kill us?"
Arlon’s showed a grim face.
But, that was a facade.
Arlon already knew that the way to kill them wasn’t by killing them both at the same time.
He actually didn’t know how to kill them at this stage, but...
He had another way, the one he used in his past life.
"Fine." His grip on his sword tightened. "Even if you won’t die, it should still hurt."
Then, he started killing them over and over.
The cathedral echoed with the sound of metal slicing flesh, over and over again.
At first, the twins laughed, enjoying the sensation of dying and returning.
But then—their smiles faded.
Pain was pain. Even if they revived, they still felt everything.
And Arlon made sure they suffered.
The moment one revived, he cut them down again.
Again.
And again.
The swordswoman, once playful and teasing, now looked angry. Her movements became desperate.
The mage twin, once smug and calm, now gritted his teeth.
Finally, they had enough.
Their bodies glowed, merging into one.
A surge of power erupted through the cathedral, shaking the walls and sending a violent gust of air outward.
The bodies of the twins melted into one, their forms distorting like liquid shadows before reshaping into something far more dangerous.
Their features blended—one entity, neither man nor woman, standing tall with black armor fused with flowing robes.
Their staff and sword had merged, becoming a twisted hybrid weapon—a long, curved blade with arcane symbols glowing along its length.
The energy around them felt suffocating, as if space itself bent under the weight of their existence.
Their brown eyes were now burning gold, glowing with unnatural intensity.
They grinned. "Now… the real fight begins."
BOOM.
They vanished.
Arlon’s instincts flared. Left!
He barely raised Aetherion’s Edge in time to block a diagonal slash, the impact sending shockwaves through the cathedral.
The force alone cracked the floor beneath him.
Faster. Stronger. Sharper.
This was nothing like before.
June tried to attack from behind, launching an inferno of fire and ice lances, but the fused Demon simply turned, flicking a single finger toward her.
A pulse of energy exploded outward, sending June flying backward, crashing into one of the broken pillars.
"June!" Arlon’s head snapped toward her for a fraction of a second.
The fused twin appeared right in front of him.
"Never look away in battle, fool."
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Their curved blade slashed downward, aiming to split Arlon in half—
CLANG!
Arlon easily blocked, but the impact sent him skidding back several meters.
His fingers numbed from the force.
But that didn’t mean they were stronger.
This was exactly what he wanted.
They had merged.
Which meant—they could die together now.
His grip tightened. No more holding back.
The fused twin grinned, their voice dual-toned, overlapping between masculine and feminine. "What’s wrong? Finally afraid?"
Arlon exhaled slowly.
Then—he raised his sword.
It was time to stop holding back since they had merged.
