I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 93: Hunt with the NPCs

"You can level up while training," Arlon said casually.

The players stared at him, mouths slightly agape.

"How did you think Trionians leveled up before the Keldars showed up?" Arlon continued. "Training gives you experience points. You don’t need monsters for that. And if you want to speed things up, you can spar with each other. No need to kill—just fight seriously."

There was a pause as the group processed this information.

"I... never thought about that," June admitted, furrowing her brow.

"Me neither," Zack added, scratching the back of his head. "I guess I just assumed we’d need monsters or quests."

"Honestly, same," Carmen said. "Training for experience points feels... weird."

Arlon chuckled. "It’s not weird; it’s just different. You’re used to the ’game’ system from the games. Here, it’s more about consistent effort. And trust me, it works. So, don’t worry about falling behind. If you put in the effort, you’ll catch up in no time."

The players exchanged glances, their spirits lifting at Arlon’s words.

"So... when will we level up? Was today’s effort not enough?" Evan asked, his eyes narrowing with curiosity.

"Ah," Arlon replied. "It takes a day since you are training even while you are sitting and thinking about the training. When you log back in tomorrow, you’ll see it. Just keep giving it your all."

Encouraged, the group finished their meal and decided to call it a day.

"Alright, see you all tomorrow!" Zack said, standing up and stretching.

One by one, they headed back to their rooms, eager to log out and rest.

Except for Arlon.

As the others disappeared to the real world, Arlon remained.

He glanced at Nyx, who was curled up on his bed, her tiny form rising and falling with each breath. She let out a soft chirp in her sleep, and Arlon smiled faintly.

With the room now quiet, he stood, grabbed his sword, and headed for the Citadel’s training floor.

While the others rested, Arlon continued his relentless pursuit of improvement.

The training room was empty at this hour, its vast space illuminated by the faint glow of enchanted torches lining the walls. Ben ensured it would be empty at nights for Arlon.

Arlon unsheathed his sword, its blade catching the light, and took his stance.

He began running through the patterns Bivol had taught him earlier, each swing precise and deliberate.

It wasn’t enough to memorize the movements; he needed to ingrain them into his very being. Every cut, every parry, every step—it all had to become second nature.

This is what it takes, he thought.

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Three days passed, and it was now Thursday.

This was the day Arlon the guide would accompany Wok, the wolf Beastman, and his group for a hunting trip.

Arlon had already informed Ben about the situation. It was becoming increasingly inconvenient to reach out to Zephyrion for every minor detail, especially with the number of responsibilities piling up.

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Ben now acted as a medium between Arlon and Zephyrion, ensuring important matters reached the lord’s attention promptly. And this situation definitely warranted Zephyrion’s awareness.

Arlon suspected a link between Wok’s group and the anti-savior faction. It wasn’t a certainty, but the signs were enough to raise his suspicions.

Today, he planned to find out the truth.

Not wanting to lose time on his own training, Arlon used his Doppelganger spell to send his copy in his stead.

When the copy arrived at the agreed meeting spot, Wok and his friends were already waiting.

The group consisted of seven male Beastmen, all with muscular builds and an air of experience. It was clear they were skilled close-combat fighters, and their camaraderie suggested a well-practiced team.

"Arlon! Glad you could make it," Wok said with his usual jovial tone, slapping the copy on the back.

The copy nodded politely. "Thank you for inviting me. What’s the plan?"

Wok grinned, revealing sharp teeth. "We’re heading into the wilderness outside Kelta for a hunt. Got two days off, so we’ll camp overnight and return tomorrow evening."

"Understood," the copy replied.

They proceeded to rent a carriage, a modest six-seater, far removed from the extravagant vehicles Arlon remembered from their journey from Istarra.

Those larger carriages had been luxurious—and unnecessarily so. The government had splurged on them, expecting a large number of promising saviors to join the mission.

In hindsight, that decision had been overly optimistic. Few saviors had accepted the offer, leaving those grand carriages as a wasteful expense.

In contrast, Wok’s group was practical. Their rented carriage had just enough space to accommodate their eight members—seven Beastmen and the copy.

Two of them took the front seats to drive the carriage, saving money by skipping the need for a hired coachman.

"You ever driven one of these yourself?" one of the front-seaters asked Arlon’s copy as they prepared to leave.

"Not yet," the copy replied. "But I might pick it up one day."

"Ah, it’s easy! Just hold the reins and don’t let the horses doze off."

The group chuckled, their easy banter filling the air as they finalized the arrangements.

Once everything was set, they loaded their equipment—mostly simple weapons and camping gear—onto the carriage and climbed aboard.

Wok glanced back at the copy. "Hope you’re ready for some real fun out there. Nothing like the wilderness to test your mettle."

The copy gave a small smile, though inwardly, Arlon was already piecing together how to best navigate the situation.

With the sun climbing higher in the sky, the carriage jolted forward, carrying the group away from the bustling city and into the unknown wilds.

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Before the day’s training ended, Ben gathered the players together, holding a somber yet composed expression.

He had just finished discussing the situation with Arlon and now needed to brief the rest of the group about what was happening outside the Citadel.

"Since none of you have left the Citadel in the past three days, I believe it’s important to share some updates from the outside world," Ben began.

Hearing his words, the players exchanged uneasy glances, their expressions shadowed by the expectation of bad news.

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Ben raised a hand to calm them. "Ah, don’t worry. There’s nothing bad you need to be overly concerned about," he said with a small smile.

"On the contrary, thanks to Sir Arlon’s recent endeavors, significant and positive developments are taking place."

The mention of Arlon piqued everyone’s interest.

"It has been one week since the Demon was defeated, and word of Sir Arlon’s achievement has spread across all of Trion. Trionians and saviors alike are talking about this monumental feat.

Because of this, I would advise against leaving the Citadel for now. The interest and attention you’d draw may prove overwhelming."

The players visibly relaxed at the reassurance, though their curiosity remained.

"But," Ben added, his tone shifting to one of caution, "I must warn you that danger often follows fame."

This was a warning against the anti-saviors. Of course, only Demons could kill the players and cause them to quit the game.

But, there were many other ways to prevent them from joining the fights.

For example, they could kidnap a player and lock them in some place. In that case, the player could only log in and out, but wouldn’t be able to leave the locked place.

They could also sell information to the Keldars, but that had a lesser chance since anti-saviors also hated Keldars in general.

"Lastly, we will have a celebration soon..."

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On the way to the hunting grounds, the group engaged in casual conversation, their voices mingling with the sound of the carriage wheels creaking over uneven terrain.

At first, the talk seemed random—banter about the weather, the state of Kelta, and hunting tips. But Arlon quickly picked up on a pattern.

The group was subtly steering the discussion toward questions designed to gauge his loyalties and abilities.

"Arlon, in which department do you work?" one of the Beastmen asked, his tone light but his eyes sharp.

"I am a guide for the saviors," Arlon answered honestly. "A guide for saviors" was one of the things he wanted to mention to see what kind of reaction he would get.

To his surprise, they didn’t seem fazed. Well, the first day they met, they already called him "the legendary guide", so they knew his job already.

But then, why did they ask again? Was it something suspicious or just a normal conversation?

"Ah, that’s impressive," another Beastman said with a toothy grin. "You’re helping them grow stronger. Must be tough, though. The saviors don’t seem like they respect us Trionians much."

"You’re not wrong," Arlon said, feigning a sigh. He chose his next words carefully, balancing truth and deception. "I’ve personally sent a few of them to their graves. But, like cockroaches, they always come back. Not all of them are bad, though."

This was still a part of his plan. He made it seem like he wasn’t very fond of the saviors. But not so much so that they would suspect him.

Since Arlon had already worked with a savior to kill a Demon in their eyes, he shouldn’t seem too eager to throw them out.

"Haha! You’re right, brother! Cockroaches, the lot of them!" the first Beastman exclaimed, slapping his knee.

But his enthusiasm was short-lived. With a sharp glance from Wok, the leader of the group, the Beastman fell silent.