I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 207: Agema (1)

"I know she’s a beauty, but you really shouldn’t be staring that much," June mused, arms crossed as she smirked at Arlon.

Arlon shot her a brief glance but didn’t stop analyzing the tubes. His focus remained locked on the strange sight before him.

Five identical women, suspended in liquid, their features eerily perfect, their honey-colored eyes shut as if lost in an endless dream.

After a moment, Arlon turned away and began pressing the buttons scattered around the room.

Each press was met with a mechanical whirr, the faint sound of shifting gears hidden behind the walls.

Yet, despite the noises, nothing in the room changed. The tubes remained untouched, their occupants undisturbed.

June watched him fiddle with the controls. "Any luck?"

Arlon exhaled sharply. "Nothing. These buttons don’t seem to be connected to the tubes at all."

Frowning, he reached into his inventory, pulling out A Magician’s Secret. If there was any place where Agema might have left him a clue, it was here.

The moment the book appeared in his hands, it began to glow.

A bright, golden light pulsed from its cover, illuminating the dim chamber.

Then, a sharp cracking sound echoed through the room.

One of the glass tubes trembled, fractures snaking across its surface like lightning bolts.

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Before June could react, the tube shattered completely, sending shards of glass and liquid cascading onto the floor.

The woman inside floated gracefully out, her long brown hair dripping as she descended gently, her bare feet touching the cold metal floor without a sound.

She lifted her head slowly. When her honey-colored eyes finally opened, Arlon and June found themselves momentarily breathless.

She was truly stunning.

Then, without hesitation, the woman turned toward June and took slow, deliberate steps in her direction.

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"Uh…?" June blinked, instinctively stepping back once or twice, but she didn’t run.

The woman continued forward until she was close enough—and then, to everyone’s surprise, she pulled June into a tight embrace.

"Ohhh! I’m so happy! My disciple is really cute!"

"Wait, what?!" June blurted out, completely flustered. Arlon sighed, already feeling a headache forming.

The woman—Agema, there was no doubt about it—tilted her head, puzzled. "Huh? Aren’t you my disciple?"

"She’s not," Arlon corrected her with a deadpan expression. "I am."

Agema paused, looking from June to Arlon. Then, instead of acknowledging her mistake, she turned back to June and asked, "Would you like to be my disciple?"

"Hey!" Arlon interjected, annoyed. "I came all this way!"

Agema sighed dramatically. "Okay, okay, I was just joking." She stepped closer to Arlon, scrutinizing his face with an intense gaze. After a moment, she hummed. "You’re not so bad yourself."

Then, without warning, she reached out and touched his face.

The disguise spell vanished in an instant, revealing Arlon’s real features. His breath hitched slightly as Agema’s sharp eyes studied his now-uncovered face.

June, still recovering from the bizarre chain of events, finally lost her patience. "Wait a second. Can someone explain what the hell is going on?!"

Arlon sighed. "Long story short, this is Agema. She wrote the book that gave me my class, and at the end of it, there was a note saying she was dead."

"Ah, right!" Agema clapped her hands together. "I haven’t told you yet, have I?"

Arlon narrowed his eyes. "Told me what?"

Agema grinned. "Well, that book is old. I forgot to update it… So, I’m not actually dead. And some of the things in there aren’t completely accurate."

"What?! Are you serious?!" Arlon ran a hand through his hair in frustration. "So did I come all the way here for nothing?!"

Agema gave him an amused look. "Not at all. You’re still my disciple. You’re just not as cute as I was hoping."

"Hey!"

Agema giggled. "Don’t worry, I’ll still teach you—so long as you prove yourself worthy. That hasn’t changed." Her honey-colored eyes gleamed with mischief. "The only difference is… I’m much stronger than that book ever suggested. Hehe!"

Arlon groaned inwardly. She was just as arrogant as he had expected.

But the worst part?

She could actually back it up.

"Ah, tell me your names first," Agema said as if she just remembered that.

***

After their initial conversation, Agema casually told them to wait outside while she changed.

Arlon wasn’t sure where she was getting a change of clothes from, but he also knew that a magician of her level didn’t need something as mundane as a suitcase.

It was better not to question it.

So, he and June stepped out of the ship and waited under the open sky. The conversation ahead was going to be a long one.

Thanks to Arlon’s relentless hunting over the weekend, the area was completely silent.

No monsters lurked nearby, no Named Monster prowled in the mist.

It was a rare moment of peace in Samera Marsh.

Agema didn’t take long.

Within minutes, she emerged from the ship, now dressed in a form-fitting robe embroidered with intricate magical symbols.

Her honey-colored eyes gleamed with amusement as she stepped toward them.

"So," she said, stretching her arms lazily, "what should we talk about first?"

She said it so nonchalantly, as if she wasn’t the one with centuries of lost knowledge to explain.

Arlon crossed his arms. "Let’s start with the obvious. You said you were going to die. How are you still alive?"

Agema tilted her head, looking almost disappointed. "I had hoped my disciple would already understand the concept of existence levels…"

"Of course, I know about them," Arlon replied. "But I don’t know how they relate to this."

"Hmm…" Agema tapped her chin thoughtfully. "Okay, let’s put it this way—once you surpass a certain existence level, you can ascend beyond mortality and live forever."

June blinked. "What?! Are you saying people can just… live forever?"

Agema smirked. "That’s right. Though I suppose that concept might be hard to grasp for someone from your world.

You guys don’t have levels yet, do you? Ahh, if only Kalmer were here—he’s the expert on this ’other world’ business."

Arlon frowned. "What does Kalmer have to do with anything?"

Agema perked up. "Oh? You know the old man?"

"I’ve met him a few times."

"Well, that makes this easier! If you met Kalmer, then you already know he was a Magus like me in this world.

But after surpassing a certain existence level, he ascended. He left this plane behind."

Arlon narrowed his eyes. "And you?"

Agema grinned. "I had the same opportunity. But back when I wrote A Magician’s Secret, I hadn’t learned about existence levels yet.

I assumed I would just… well, die. Turns out, I was wrong."

Arlon exhaled sharply. It made sense. It fit the gaps he had already been suspecting.

But that raised another question.

"So," he asked, giving her a calculating look, "how old are you exactly?"

A small dirt clod smacked against his forehead before he even saw her move.

"Ow!" Arlon grunted, rubbing his head. "What was that for?!"

Agema huffed, folding her arms. "You don’t ask a woman her age."

June giggled at his expense.

Agema let out a sigh before shaking her head. "Fine. Let’s start from the beginning. Do you know about Efsa?"