I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 233: The Secrets of the Tower

The boss collapsed with a deafening thud, its massive body hitting the ground hard enough to crack the stone beneath it.

The last echoes of the battle faded into silence, leaving only the distant hum of the Tower's ever-present energy.

A familiar chime rang in Arlon's mind, followed by a notification.

[You have leveled up!]

He exhaled slowly, his grip on Aetherion's Edge relaxing just a little.

Level 177.

It had taken long enough. Since entering the Tower, this was the first time he had actually gained a level.

The monsters before had been too weak to give any meaningful experience.

But this time, the monsters on Floor 30, Level 3 had ranged between level 170 and 175, with the boss itself sitting at level 175.

That had been enough to finally push him forward.

Arlon took a moment to glance around the chamber.

The battlefield was littered with the remnants of his opponents—some of them still smoldering from his spells, others torn apart by the sheer force of his slashes.

The scent of burned flesh and scorched stone lingered in the air, though it was already starting to fade.

He rolled his shoulders.

His body was perfectly fine—he hadn't taken a single hit—but his mind was still running at full speed, processing everything that had happened in the last few floors.

From the first moment he entered the Tower, Arlon had been methodical.

He cleared every floor, examined every structure, and checked for anything unusual. Even though the layouts varied slightly, the core mechanics remained consistent.

Every floor had three levels, increasing the number of enemies each time.

Every third level of each floor contained a single boss monster, significantly stronger than the rest.

And every ten floors, the time distortion increased, making time pass faster inside the Tower compared to the outside world.

The pattern had remained unchanged, at least so far.

The first major shift in difficulty came when he reached Floor 20, Level 3.

The boss monster of that floor had been level 153—the first time he encountered an enemy over level 150 inside the Tower.

That was when he received another system notification, informing him that the time ratio had changed again.

The outside world slowed further. No, to be correct, it was the time flow inside the Tower that got faster.

Now, for every 3 seconds inside the Tower, only 1 second passed outside.

It wasn't unexpected, but it confirmed what he had suspected all along—the higher he climbed, the more the Tower accelerated time.

And now, after clearing Floor 30, Level 3, it had changed again.

[Time in the Tower has been readjusted.]

Arlon barely felt the shift, just a faint sense of dizziness that passed as quickly as it came. But when he checked the system again, the new ratio could be seen.

1 second outside = 3.5 seconds inside.

Meaning, for every 7 seconds he spent in the Tower, only 2 seconds passed in Trion.

The pattern was clear. Every ten floors, time adjusted, accelerating his experience within the Tower.

But something still didn't add up.

There was another aspect of the Tower that Arlon had been keeping track of.

While the time acceleration followed a predictable pattern, the monsters' strength didn't align with it.

If the Tower increased existence levels every ten floors, then the boss of Floor 30 should have been at least level 200—crossing the threshold into a higher realm of power.

But instead, the boss was only level 175.

That meant something else was at play.

Arlon wasn't sure if the Tower would ever push its challengers to fight against truly transcendent beings. He hadn't reached the point where the monsters displayed any sign of existence-level evolution, at least not yet.

But he would find out soon enough.

He started walking toward the portal leading to the next floor, his boots echoing against the cold stone.

The Tower had been a mystery ever since he stepped inside, but the higher he climbed, the more questions arose.

And one question stood out above the rest.

Time magic.

Arlon had already learned a lot from Agema, and he wasn't ignorant about magic's potential.

Creating small time bubbles—localized distortions that accelerated or slowed time—was something even he might be able to do once he reached level 200.

With enough training and experience, he could theoretically apply it on a personal scale.

But this?

A structure that existed in an entirely separate time flow from the rest of the world?

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A distortion that affected not just a single person, but an entire space, influencing every living thing inside?

That was on an entirely different level.

Even if he reached level 300, Arlon wasn't sure if he could replicate something like this.

It wasn't just about magic. The amount of power and control required to manipulate time on this scale was beyond comprehension.

But the Tower's magic wasn't the only thing bothering him.

The monsters inside were just as strange.

They didn't behave like Keldars.

They didn't even behave like the monsters he had fought outside.

At first, he thought they were mindless beasts—feral creatures designed to fight without thought.

But as the levels increased, they became more organized.

They started using smarter tactics, defending against attacks, and reacting to his movements in ways that felt unnatural.

They weren't just following simple instincts.

They were thinking.

But not like a human.

Keldars, for all their differences, were still beings with individuality. Even the more primitive ones had personalities, desires, and emotions.

The creatures in the Tower were different.

They weren't emotionless, but their intelligence was limited—as if their entire existence revolved around fighting and nothing else.

It wasn't a lack of thought.

It was a lack of purpose.

And that was what made them truly unsettling.

How intelligent could they become?

Would they eventually start acting more like sentient beings?

If the threshold for intelligence was higher for them, then at some point, he would encounter a monster that was fully aware—one that could speak, reason, and strategize like a true opponent.

And that…

That was what Arlon was really looking forward to.