I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 250: Floor ??? (1)

If the normal way wasn't working, then what about something extreme?

He had fought countless opponents. He had destroyed entire sections of floors during battles.

But he had never tried focusing his power on a single spot to break through the Tower's structure itself.

The more he thought about it, the more he liked the idea.

Standing up, Arlon walked toward the nearest wall. He placed his hand against its surface, feeling the smooth, pristine stone.

Unlike the previous floors, this one wasn't damaged or aged. It was as if it had reset to its original state.

That meant nothing to him.

If the Tower wasn't going to let him advance, then he would make his own way forward.

Arlon took a step back, raising his hand as mana surged around him. Then, he unleashed a barrage of spells.

Boom.

The first spell struck, leaving a small dent.

Boom. Boom. Boom.

Each consecutive attack struck the exact same spot, the damage compounding as the surface began to crack and crumble.

It was working.

The more he hit it, the more the wall broke apart. Each spell dug deeper than the last, his overwhelming strength pushing further than any normal challenger could.

Until… it didn't.

At a certain point, the damage stopped.

The wall hadn't changed—its material looked the same—but no matter how much force he applied, he couldn't break it any further.

Arlon's eyes narrowed.

Magic.

This wasn't a matter of physical durability anymore. The wall had to be reinforced by the Tower itself.

It wasn't something he could just brute force his way through.

"…I see."

He lowered his hand, exhaling slowly.

This floor was locked in place.

---

Arlon crossed his arms, staring at the unbreakable wall.

If brute force wouldn't work, then what else could he try?

There were still a few possibilities.

The first option—waiting here for a hundred years and growing stronger—was the most ridiculous one.

But theoretically, if he reached a high enough level, maybe he could overpower the magic protecting the wall.

The problem?

First of all, it wasn't guaranteed. Even if he became powerful enough to break this part of the wall, what came after that?

The Tower might simply fortify the next layer with even stronger magic.

Secondly, time moved slower outside, but not at a complete stop. He didn't have infinite time. He couldn't afford to waste centuries on a dead-end strategy.

And finally…

Would he even stay sane after spending that much time alone?

Arlon frowned.

"…Probably not."

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No, this wasn't an option.

Another option was perfecting his teleportation spell.

For normal use, it was already flawless. But there was one limitation—he could only teleport inside the Tower.

When he tried to teleport outside, it was like he had slammed into an invisible wall.

The mechanics were simple.

Teleportation wasn't true spatial displacement—it was movement through another dimension.

But when Arlon used it, he couldn't see that dimension, only pass through it.

If he could learn to see it… and if he could stay there… then maybe he could find that invisible barrier and break through it.

But again, this was just speculation.

Arlon didn't want to waste his time on something that had too many unknowns. He needed something more certain.

That left one last option.

Last year, during his time spent training and developing time magic, he had also researched the mana flow beneath the Tower's ground.

Unlike brute force or teleportation, this wasn't about breaking through—it was about manipulating the Tower's foundation itself.

And it was highly likely that if he interfered with that mana flow, the Tower would react.

And if the Tower intervened, there was a good chance it would detect the bug.

This was his best bet.

If he devoted himself to this, he could achieve it within a month.

And so, his decision was made.

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A month passed. Then two.

But nothing.

Arlon wasn't achieving what he wanted.

If his goal had been to overrule the mana flow or override the Tower's authority, he would have abandoned the idea long ago. It was impossible—at least at this stage.

The Tower wasn't something he could overpower yet.

Even if he climbed two or three more Towers that scaled to his strength and level, he doubted he would be strong enough to truly contest it.

But he didn't give up.

Because this wasn't a matter of power. It was a matter of understanding.

Another month passed.

And then, suddenly—

For the first time since he started, he felt something.

It was brief, just a flicker.

But it was there.

At first, he thought he imagined it. But then, after another week of studying the mana flow, he felt it again.

Time passed.

The flicker became stronger.

More frequent.

At last, after two more months, he could feel it almost constantly.

And when he focused on that sensation, trying to trace its source, he realized something.

It was like the Tower's control itself.

But that couldn't be right.

No—this was too weak to be the Tower's full control.

The Tower was an overwhelming existence. It contained laws beyond logic, shaping space and reality itself.

This was just a piece.

But as time passed, and Arlon's connection to the mana flow deepened, his certainty grew.

This was the Tower's controller.

***

A way out? Yes.

But something far more valuable was now in front of him.

If he could fully understand this power, if he could manipulate it—

Then he wouldn't just leave.

He could control the Tower itself.

Arlon's mind raced.

What did that mean?

Infinite leveling.

If he could command the Tower's systems, he could spawn monsters, create endless battles, and grow stronger without limit.

This wasn't just an opportunity.

It was a path to true dominance.

And so, he focused everything on understanding the controller.

Time blurred.

In total, one year passed.

And in that time, Arlon mastered the controls.

At first, his influence was small. He tested things carefully, experimenting to see how much control he had.

And eventually—he succeeded.

He spawned monsters.

Twelve of them, to be exact.

But after that, it stopped working.

No matter how much he tried, he couldn't summon more.

He wasn't sure why, but he didn't let it bother him. Maybe he could in the future.

His control wasn't the only thing progressing.

Since the controller was deeply tied to time magic, his understanding of time magic advanced as well.

He could use more refined spells.

He could think of more complex spell structures.

And if he had more time? He would create spells beyond anything he had before.

But for now, he focused solely on the mana flow.

Because after another three months, he was ready.

He was sure that he could send the notification.

He activated the controller.

And then—

Nothing happened.

For a few seconds, at least.

Then—

A deep grumble shook the floor.

The tremors intensified.

The entire floor shook violently, stronger than anything Arlon had ever felt in the Tower.

Even he, an SS-level existence, lost his balance.

Before he could react—

The ground crumbled beneath him.

And he fell.