I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 265: Against the Odds

Arlon activated the Eyes of KET**.

His vision sharpened instantly, his perception expanding as the world around him seemed to slow.

The battlefield, once filled with chaotic movements, became clearer.

The non-humanoid monsters still moved, their fangs bared, their claws slashing through the air, but they were no longer his concern.

Not truly.

He had already grown accustomed to fighting humanoid enemies.

The discomfort of cutting down something so similar to himself had faded long before now.

And even if it hadn't, there was nothing he could do about it.

Right now, he had to give everything he had to this fight.

Because the boss was over level 300.

And that meant something far worse than just a simple difference in strength.

Arlon had already seen it happen before.

At level 99, there had been a wall.

At level 199, the gap between him and his enemies had widened even further.

And at level 299?

That wall was undoubtedly far greater.

He was at the highest level he had ever reached in his life.

Yet he couldn't even begin to imagine how difficult it would be to go from existence level SS to SSS when he reached level 299.

The difference between a high-level opponent and an opponent beyond level 300 was an unknown factor.

He had fought against foes stronger than him before. He had beaten monsters over level 200 when he himself had yet to cross that threshold.

But this was different.

For the first time in a long while, he wasn't certain.

And that was why he had to make the first move.

His mind quickly processed everything about his opponent.

A humanoid boss.

When he had first wondered why humanoid races hadn't appeared before Floor 90, he had assumed it was because they were too weak.

And he had been correct—at least, when it came to the lower levels.

But if his theory was right, then at higher levels, humanoid races weren't just strong.

They were stronger than the non-humanoid monsters.

And that made this fight far more dangerous.

Arlon didn't hesitate.

He raised his hand and cast Slow on the boss, keeping the area of effect as small as possible to maximize the spell's strength while ensuring it only targeted her.

This wasn't a battle where he could afford to think of training or testing new strategies.

This was a battle for survival.

And it worked.

For a brief moment, the boss's movements slowed, her body resisting against the force of his magic.

But the moment didn't last.

After only a few seconds, her head slowly turned, her gaze sweeping across the battlefield with eerie precision.

And then—

She vanished.

Arlon's eyes widened.

She had blinked.

This was the first time he had seen anyone other than himself and Agema use Blink.

His mind raced.

Just because Blink had disappeared from Trion didn't mean other planets had lost access to it.

The boss hadn't just broken free of Slow—she had done so in an instant, as if the spell had been nothing more than a minor inconvenience.

And now, her gaze was locked onto him.

A second later, she cast a spell.

Something formed at her fingertips—something Arlon had never seen before.

The attack shot toward him, twisting through the air like liquid fire, its color shifting between shades of black, violet, and silver.

Arlon didn't take any chances.

He blinked away.

But even as he moved, his mind calculated everything around him.

The battlefield was still filled with enemies.

He had to predict their attack patterns while dodging the boss's magic at the same time.

The strange energy passed him, missing by mere inches.

Arlon turned his head, watching it from the side.

It wasn't like any elemental magic he had encountered before.

It wasn't fire, wind, water, or earth.

It wasn't light or darkness, either.

It was something else entirely.

During their closed training, Agema had told him something important—

Not all planets had the same elements.

The people who lived there adapted to their world, learning to control the elements available to them as they merged with mana.

So that meant—

This boss was using an element he had no knowledge of.

Arlon's grip tightened.

He activated the Eyes of KET**, directing their power toward analyzing the boss monster in front of him.

The familiar sensation of information flooding his mind hit him like a wave.

Details emerged, precise and absolute, as his ability tore through the surface of reality and forced the truth into his perception.

And what he saw made his expression darken.

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Name: ???

Level: ???

Race: ???

Abilities: ???

Weaknesses: ???

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Everything was hidden.

Even with the Eyes of KET** active, even with its ability to see through barriers, all he got was a screen filled with question marks.

That could only mean one thing.

This wasn't just a level gap.

This was something beyond that.

An existence-level difference so overwhelming that even his Eyes of KET** couldn't pierce through it.

It was a fact that struck him harder than he expected.

The ability had always granted him knowledge—whether it was breaking through illusions, analyzing an opponent's stats, or seeing glimpses of the future, it had never failed him before.

Yet now, it was useless.

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Of course, he was sure that there was only one existence level difference between them, otherwise, Arlon had already been defeated.

This wasn't an opponent he could afford to overestimate, but it was also not one he could underestimate.

The only reason he was still standing was that, despite the overwhelming difference, they were still within one existence level of each other.

If she had been even one level higher than that…

His instincts told him he wouldn't have even had the chance to fight.

His defeat would have already been sealed.

A thin exhale left his lips.

So, this was the true difference between SS-level existences and SSS-level ones.

The gap wasn't just large.

It was far greater than he had imagined.

And he hadn't even seen her true power yet.

While he was calculating his odds, the battle never stopped.

Spells continued to rain down from every direction—blazing fire, spears of ice, bolts of crackling lightning.

The mages in the group relentlessly unleashed their magic, filling the battlefield with explosions and elemental chaos.

Meanwhile, the close-combatants and non-humanoid monsters surged forward, their bodies moving with lethal intent.

Some carried weapons, others relied on their raw strength, but all of them were converging on him at once.

There was no time to hesitate.

No time to think about anything other than the battle in front of him.

Arlon clenched his fist.

It was time to bring out his trump cards.

If he wanted to survive this—if he wanted to win—he had no choice but to use everything at his disposal.

Otherwise, this battle would end in his defeat.

And that was not an option.