I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 116: Aetherion’s Edge

"You’re the last one," Orlen said, his sharp gaze locking onto Arlon. "Well, I don’t have any more students to fight against you. So, what do you say? Wanna fight me?"

Arlon blinked, momentarily caught off guard. He hadn’t anticipated this. Fighting against the professor wasn’t something he had prepared for, but it seemed inevitable.

He studied Orlen carefully. There was no doubt in his mind that the professor was strong—possibly stronger than most of the Trionians Arlon had encountered since his return to the past.

Still, Arlon didn’t back down. Instead, he did something he usually wouldn’t. He activated the Eyes of K*T**.

The faint golden sparks flickered briefly in his irises as the skill came to life.

He was fully aware of the consequences of using it, but at this moment, understanding his opponent’s strength took precedence over everything else.

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Orlen (Level 199)

HP: 72,000

Skill: ***

Weak Point: *** Leg, ***

Race: Elf

Class: Mage

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Even with the limited information, Arlon felt a weight settle in his chest.

Level 199.

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This wasn’t just a number—it was a milestone. For Trionians, level 199 was an insurmountable barrier, the most difficult threshold to surpass. The jump from level 199 to 200 was akin to climbing an endless mountain.

Level 299 was even harder, but no Trionian in recorded history had ever reached that point. Reaching level 200 alone was a feat that instantly cemented one’s status as one of the strongest beings in Trion.

Orlen was on the cusp of that breakthrough. The realization sent a ripple of shock through Arlon.

"Huh?" Orlen suddenly said, tilting his head as if sensing something. A slight smirk played on his lips. "You could’ve just asked my level, you know. Now I feel naked."

The comment caused a ripple of murmurs among the students and players. Everyone turned to look at Arlon, confusion etched on their faces.

Arlon felt a flicker of embarrassment and quickly deactivated the Eyes of K*T**. "I didn’t mean to—"

"It’s fine," Orlen interrupted, waving off the apology. "I don’t know what that was, but it’s clearly something useful. Anyway, shall we proceed?"

Arlon straightened. "I accept the challenge," he said firmly. Even without the arena’s protection, he wouldn’t die. And with it, there was no reason to refuse.

Before Orlen could speak again, a voice cut through the air.

"Professor, why are you the one fighting him? Let me take him on instead," said Helvar, a Beastman warrior with a towering frame and a long, hammer-like weapon slung over his shoulder.

Orlen raised an eyebrow. "Helvar, you already had your turn."

"It’s fine," Helvar said with a confident smirk. "I can fight hundreds of them without breaking a sweat." His gaze swept over the players, lingering on Arlon. "What do you say, kid?"

Even though some of the players felt anger brewing in them, they wouldn’t act childishly. They also knew that Arlon was the last one to act with anger.

They already knew that they weren’t welcomed here by all of the students. It was normal, they had worked to their bones to enter this academy.

So randomly dropping here as "guests" wasn’t something they would easily accept.

Also, the players knew that they were kids. Even though they had Evan and Carmen at the same age as these students, the two were more mature than the students here.

So there was no one who would act...

Well, that was what they thought. But one second later, Arlon was behind Helvar, his sword at Helvar’s neck just like the time in the tournament he fought against June.

Since they weren’t inside the arena, if Arlon did something it could be dangerous, so Helvar didn’t move and started sweating.

"I thought you wouldn’t break a sweat," Arlon said.

"What… why is he doing this?" Pierre asked, his voice trembling. The players were the ones that were shocked the most.

They were warned by Zephyrion to not do things like this. Arlon was always the calmest one, so they were relieved when Zack didn’t do something.

But for Arlon to do this...

"Sigh... I think that is enough, it could be dangerous", Orlen said.

Arlon sheathed his sword only after hearing Orlen. He was already using his own inventory to keep things like Aetherion’s Edge even though his inventory was small. Your journey continues at novelbuddy

So, it seemed like the sword came out of nowhere when Arlon moved.

The players could hear the students’ whispers:

"Wasn’t he really cool." said one of the girls. The others also joined.

"Eh? Don’t tell me he wanted to show off. Is he really planning to create his harem?" Lei said.

Of course, Arlon heard it. "Stop with the unnecessary jokes. We will be staying here for five days. I don’t want them to cause us more problems."

Orlen turned toward Helvar. "You were confident about beating him even though you couldn’t see his level. You will also be writing an essay about arrogance as part of your exam."

Helvar was too shocked to move. He didn’t think one of those guest students could be this fast.

He was still thinking that in terms of strength, he could beat Arlon. Naturally, he was wrong, but there was no way for him to know that.

Arlon had two reasons behind his actions. The first one was to announce that they weren’t to be messed with.

Of course, he didn’t care about how others saw them. He just wanted to use this learning opportunity to the fullest.

The second one was to teach Helvar and the others, like Orlen, to assess the enemy before fighting them.

"Now, do you want to proceed?" Orlen said looking at Arlon.

"Sure," Arlon said confidently.

But when they entered the arena and when he unsheathed Aetherion’s Edge, Orlen looked at the sword for a long time.

"Where did you find it? Ah, it doesn’t matter. There aren’t many places where you can find such a sword anyway," Orlen thought loudly.

This time, the others didn’t know about this sword. Royals weren’t things that everyone could openly do research on.

It was prohibited to experiment on them, like the portals, in case they were damaged.

In the meantime, the students were still talking.

"Do you think he can win against the professor?"

"Um, maybe. Didn’t you see how fast he was?"

"No way, no way! The professor is said to be about to break through!"

"What? Is that correct?"

"I don’t care who wins, but that Arlon guy is really cool."

Arlon, naturally, didn’t get affected by the praises of the children, especially since he was around 34 years old inside.

But he knew that he had already gained the anger of some of the boys.

He didn’t blame them. At their age, he would’ve been annoyed if someone walked in and stole all the attention.

Also, even though Arlon always said he didn’t care, when he changed his face with magic, he made himself look more handsome than he normally looked.