I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 219: Twins (3)

The air shuddered as Arlon channeled his mana.

Dark energy swirled around Aetherion’s Edge, twisting and raging like a storm barely contained.

Black tendrils of lightning crackled along the blade’s length, and with each passing second, the spell grew more volatile.

June felt the pressure from where she stood. "What is that spell?"

This wasn’t just magic.

This wasn’t just a sword technique.

It was both.

An ability that did not exist before—a fusion of two entirely different disciplines.

A warrior ability and a dark attribute spell—combined into one.

Black Storm.

Aetherion’s Edge grew larger, surrounded by a swirling black cyclone, absorbing the very light around it.

Then—

He swung.

The energy slash erupted forward, an arc of pure destruction, its edges howling like a storm as it tore through the air, heading straight for the fused twin.

The Demon barely had time to react.

Their eyes widened.

"Impossible—"

BOOOOOOM!

The entire cathedral shook as the attack collided.

The force ripped through everything in its path, swallowing the fused twin whole in a surge of obliterating energy.

The very walls of the cathedral crumbled, chunks of stone breaking apart as the entire structure groaned under the weight of the attack.

And then—silence.

As the dust settled, Arlon remained still, his sword lowered, the last remnants of Black Storm flickering away into the air.

The ground where the fused twin had stood was nothing but ruin.

Their body had disintegrated.

June let out a slow breath, her grip on her staff relaxing. "Finally…"

But Arlon didn’t move.

He waited.

And waited.

And when nothing happened—when no revival came—he let out a quiet exhale.

"It’s over."

The unbreakable twins were no more.

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June walked up beside him, staring at the destruction he had left behind. "I don’t even know what to say about that attack."

Arlon smirked slightly. "Then don’t."

She rolled her eyes. "Tch."

Agema’s invisible voice echoed softly in their minds. "Not bad, disciple. You’re finally using fusion magic properly."

Arlon’s expression remained neutral, but inside—he was satisfied.

This was just the beginning.

He had many more abilities to create and there were stronger ones he had already created.

And many more fights to win.

But, of course, Agema wouldn’t stop there.

She let out an exaggerated sigh, her voice filled with mock disappointment.

"You’re still too slow, disciple."

Arlon exhaled quietly. Here we go.

Agema continued, her tone sharp. "By the time you charged that ability, you could have died at least seven times."

She let the words hang in the air before adding with a teasing lilt, "And worse, you held back too much. My cute disciple got hurt because of you."

Her words hit harder than Arlon wanted to admit.

She was, of course, talking about June.

Arlon’s gaze flickered toward her. She looked fine now, standing tall, brushing off the last bits of the nonexistent dust from the fight.

But he had seen the moment she was blasted back by the twins’ fused form. If she had been weaker, that could have been fatal.

He clenched his jaw slightly.

He had made a critical mistake.

He had turned an easy fight into a learning experience for June—deliberately letting the battle drag on so she could adapt, improve, and fight alongside him.

He had also used the opportunity to test his new abilities, seeing how they performed in real combat.

But it had almost cost him something.

Something he couldn’t afford to lose.

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And for what? So he could test his skills? So he could let her gain experience?

His fingers curled into a fist.

Not again.

Arlon exhaled, releasing the tension in his shoulders. He wouldn’t do this with Demons anymore.

There was no need to drag things out. No need to play around just because he was stronger.

From now on, he would finish them as fast as possible.

Only five Demons and one Asef remained.

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When Arlon reached level 150, two notifications had appeared in his mind.

But both had been disappointing.

They weren’t about a new ability, a hidden evolution, or even a transformation of his title—just the system informing him that he had leveled up.

Nothing else.

His Unfair Regressor title remained unchanged, and his Eyes of KET** stayed exactly as they were.

No new functions. No secret messages. No sudden breakthroughs.

Arlon’s fingers unconsciously tapped against the hilt of his sword. So, that’s it?

He had thought—no, hoped—that something might unlock.

Maybe another extra feature would awaken. Maybe the next letter on the Eyes of KET would finally reveal itself.

But nothing happened.

He let out a quiet sigh. It’s probably at level 200.

That made the most sense. Level 150 was strong, but it wasn’t beyond limits.

In his past life, reaching 200 had been considered the true milestone, separating the peak players from everyone else.

He was still a long way from that.

And this time, his level hadn’t jumped to 200.

"I’m level 155! Finally!"

June’s excited voice broke through his thoughts.

Arlon turned, watching as she beamed with genuine happiness, practically bouncing on her feet.

She clenched her fists with excitement, her eyes practically glowing. "I finally broke past the 150 barrier!"

To her, this wasn’t just another level-up.

This was a breakthrough.

The 150 line had been an unshakable wall for her.

An invisible boundary that she had been stuck behind, watching Arlon surge ahead while she was forced to crawl.

But now?

Now, she had surpassed it.

She was closer to Arlon than ever before.

And that meant something.

Arlon gave her a small nod. "Good. You’ll need it for what’s next."

Her smile widened.

For the first time in a long while, she truly felt like she was catching up.

Then, Arlon shifted his gaze toward his status screen.

Level 176.

Not bad. But from here on, things would change.

The Demons they had faced so far had been lower-level. It had been efficient grinding, but nothing truly difficult.

The ones ahead?

They would be different.

Each remaining Demon was at least level 200—far beyond the ones he had been fighting. Stronger, smarter, and far more dangerous.

And that meant his leveling speed was about to speed up.

He wanted to reach level 199 in three months.

No, he must reach level 199.

He clenched his fists slightly.

Even though he had done it alone in his past life, reaching level 200 from 199 had been one of the hardest things he had ever accomplished.

It was a threshold that separated the strongest from the rest—a wall that most, like Orlen, never broke through.

And if he wanted to do it again in just three months, he would need every advantage he could get.

And the reason he wanted to reach level 199 in three months?

Agema.

With her guidance, the process would be far easier than before. She had already pushed him past his limits once.

If he could train under her again, reaching 200 after level 199 wouldn’t be a distant goal—it would be inevitable.

Three months.

That was all the time he had.

And Arlon never wasted time.