I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 262: Revisiting Floor 90

The battle on Floor 89 had finally come to an end.

Arlon stood amidst the ruins of his latest victory, his breath steady but his body still thrumming with the echoes of the intense fight.

His robes were tattered at the edges, blood—some his, some not—staining the fabric.

He wiped a bit of sweat from his brow, but his mind wasn't focused on the exhaustion.

Instead, he was thinking back to the fight against the level 295 boss just two floors ago.

That fight had been far too easy.

It hadn't even felt like training. The moment he dispelled Slow, the boss barely put up a fight before he crushed it.

The challenge was nonexistent.

He had gone into the battle expecting to struggle, at least a little, but in the end, it was no different from any of the normal enemies he had wiped out before.

If this was supposed to be his last chance to hone himself against decent opponents before he left the Tower, then it had been a disappointment.

So, when he stepped onto Floor 88, he decided to change his approach.

This time, he didn't weaken the boss. He didn't hold back. He summoned all six hundred monsters at once—including the level 297 boss—and faced them together.

The difference was immediate. This was the kind of fight he had been looking for. A real battle, one where he had to stay on his toes, where a mistake could cost him dearly.

He fought without hesitation, using everything he had. His magic, his sword, his instincts—all of it had to be at its peak.

The pressure of battle was exhilarating, forcing him to push himself harder than before.

And then, on Floor 89, the challenge escalated even further.

The monsters there weren't just strong—they were at a higher level in fighting experience and strategy. 599 creatures, all level 297, and a boss that was level 299.

Just one more step away from the threshold he had been keeping an eye on.

This was a battle that truly tested him.

Unlike the last two floors, he took serious damage.

Even with his overwhelming strength, the sheer numbers, the coordination of the monsters, and the relentless nature of the fight made it grueling.

He had to be careful, had to anticipate and adapt with each passing second.

It wasn't as simple as wiping them out with overwhelming force—this time, he needed strategy.

His spells weren't just attacks but defenses, barriers, counters to their abilities.

He also activated Eyes of KET** once more, seeing more than one second into the future.

The fight forced him to move more, forced him to dodge and weave through enemy strikes, forced him to think ahead rather than simply overpower.

And when the last monster fell, when the level 299 boss collapsed under his final attack, Arlon finally felt something he hadn't in a long time.

Relief.

Not because he had struggled to survive—no, he was never truly in danger of dying. But because this was the kind of fight he had been waiting for.

A battle where he had to earn his victory, even if only slightly. A fight that had made him feel the weight of his limits.

Now, however, it was time for the real test.

Floor 90.

As he stood there, looking at the notification hovering in front of him, his mind wandered back to what he had learned.

The last time he climbed, the Tower had been broken. He never truly knew what level the monsters on Floor 90 were supposed to be.

Everything had been distorted, making it impossible to gauge their actual strength.

But even then, despite all the irregularities, he had never encountered a monster over level 300.

And yet, here he was now. He had just faced a level 299 boss. That meant there was only one logical conclusion—the boss of Floor 90 would be at least level 300. Possibly higher.

His fingers curled slightly.

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After talking to Jiroeki, he had formed a theory about what happened to the creatures in Trion's Tower.

In the past, there might have been level 300 existences within it, but they would have all died out by now.

Trapped inside the Tower, without any way to grow stronger, they would have perished long ago.

Only the lower-level monsters would have survived, maintaining their numbers by breeding and sustaining themselves on weaker prey.

But now, with Jiroeki's intervention, everything had changed.

The Towers had been connected. The monsters had been altered.

So what did that mean for Floor 90?

Arlon wasn't entirely sure, but if his guess was correct, then the answer was obvious. There would be a level 300 boss waiting for him.

Unless the Tower itself was only 89 floors.

He exhaled slowly, his gaze sharpening.

There was only one way to find out.

The notification still hovered in front of him, waiting for his response. Without hesitation, he spoke clearly.

"Yes."

The moment the word left his lips, space warped around him, and in an instant, he was gone.

When his vision cleared, he found himself standing in the same room where he had once been trapped for an entire year.

A familiar sight, yet one that carried an entirely different weight now.

Normally, the challenge of a new floor would begin the moment a challenger arrived. The only time one could truly rest was in the brief intervals between levels and floors.

That was how the Tower functioned—pushing challengers forward relentlessly, giving them little room to recover.

And that had been the case for Arlon as well when he first climbed the Tower. There were no breaks once a floor began, no pauses before the monsters appeared.

But now, things were different.

Thanks to the new notification system that allowed him to choose whether to summon all three levels at once, he had gained a rare luxury—the ability to wait at the start of each floor if he so desired.

It had given him time to prepare, to strategize, to assess his surroundings before diving into battle.

That was how it had worked—until now.

This time, that luxury was gone.