I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 213: The Quest (2)

The wind carried the last remnants of sand away as Arlon stepped forward, eyes scanning the horizon.

Though his task was far from finished, he had already eliminated thousands of the hidden insect-type Keldars, ensuring they wouldn't evolve into a future threat.

His detection spell had worked perfectly, and now, there was only one thing left to do—continue.

June and Agema followed behind him, the atmosphere between them still light despite the grim nature of their mission.

"So, how much longer do you think this will take?" June asked, brushing a stray grain of sand off her sleeve.

Arlon didn't look back. "Depends on how many more clusters are left. If I keep going at this pace, we should be done in a few hours."

"That fast?" June raised an eyebrow. "I thought the quest would take days."

Arlon remained silent for a moment.

In his past life, the first player to complete this quest had struggled for weeks, blindly searching for the hidden Keldars, not knowing what an impurity was.

But now, with that knowledge already in his hands, he could bypass all the wasted effort.

Agema let out a chuckle. "It's almost unfair, isn't it? A quest meant to be a challenge, completed in mere hours."

"No point wasting time." Arlon shrugged. "The sooner we finish, the sooner we move on."

June sighed. "Yeah, yeah. You never stop, do you?"

Arlon didn't answer. He was already preparing for the next wave.

They approached a ruined part of the city, where broken stone structures jutted out from the sand like the remains of an ancient battlefield.

The stillness was unsettling—an eerie silence that sent shivers down June's spine.

"I don't like this place," she muttered. "It's too quiet."

Agema smirked. "Quiet means they haven't noticed us yet. But don't worry, that won't last long."

Arlon stepped forward, casting another detection spell.

The effect was instantaneous. A pulse of energy spread through the air, and suddenly, the silence was broken.

A deep, droning hum filled the surroundings.

June tensed. "Oh no."

From beneath the sand and within the cracks of the ruins, thousands of insect-type Keldars began to emerge.

Their once-hidden bodies shimmered into visibility, revealing a swarm of creatures that looked like a grotesque fusion of real-world insects and monstrous abominations.

Agema grinned. "Now it's getting interesting."

Arlon, completely unfazed, raised his hand once more.

"Time to clean up."

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Arlon hadn't spent the last three months idly.

Under Agema's relentless training, he had pushed himself beyond his limits. By now, he was probably as strong as his past self had been.

But this time, he had an advantage—his Unfair Regressor title.

In terms of raw stats, he was almost already at the equivalent of level 250, a figure that would have been unthinkable for most players at this stage.

Of course, that number was a rough estimation.

Stats alone didn't account for everything.

The existence level, skills, combat experience—all of these played a role in determining true strength.

Still, there was no doubt he had reached a new peak.

A faint purple glow flickered around him as mana surged through his veins.

With a single movement, he cast Chain Lightning—a basic spell by all definitions.

But in his hands, even a basic spell became something else entirely.

Bolts of electricity leaped from one target to another, weaving through the swarm of insect-type Keldars like a net of destruction.

Each bolt found its mark with unerring precision, evaporating the creatures instantly.

The buzzing that had filled the air moments ago was drowned out by the crackling of energy, and in mere seconds, thousands of them were gone.

Arlon barely spared them a glance.

They weren't strong. Even if they had all attacked at once, he doubted he would have taken any real damage. The problem wasn't their strength—it was their numbers.

If left unchecked, these creatures could cause absolute chaos in a populated area.

They would interfere with Trionians, disrupt the city, and slow down his quest progress.

But something else about this situation felt off.

Why had they all risen together? Insect-type Keldars weren't intelligent, at least not in the way humanoid Keldars were.

They acted on instinct. Yet, for some reason, they had all reacted at the same time.

A coordinated response like that usually meant one thing—control.

Arlon narrowed his eyes. Was something else pulling the strings? If another monster was orchestrating this, that could be a serious problem.

Before his thoughts could spiral further, Agema spoke up. "Relax. They reacted to the mana."

Arlon glanced at her. "What?"

Agema stretched lazily, as if the situation wasn't even worth worrying about. "You released a lot of mana just now. Their instincts pulled them toward the source."

That made sense. Insect-type Keldars were drawn to strong energy signatures, much like moths to a flame.

It wasn't a coordinated attack—it was simply an overwhelming number of creatures responding to his presence at once.

Agema, however, wasn't done critiquing him.

"Never mind them," she said, eyeing him with a smirk. "You still can't cast instant spells. How much more time do you need?"

Arlon scoffed. "Hey, not everyone is a genius like you!"

She let out a soft chuckle. "Excuses, excuses."

The topic of instant casting had been a frustrating one.

In her book, A Magician's Secret, Agema had written that she couldn't replicate the "skills" used by players.

Skills were pre-designed abilities that had a fixed or instant cast time, unlike regular spells that required precise mana control.

She had initially believed that reducing the number of casting steps—mimicking the efficiency of player skills—was impossible.

But that was no longer the case.

After she had written that book, her research had progressed.

Now, she had cracked the secret to condensing spellcasting without losing flexibility.

Unlike skills, which followed rigid structures, Agema's method allowed full adaptability while still retaining the speed of an instant cast.

And that was something not even the heroes of the past—the players of Trion—had been able to accomplish.

Even those that ascended couldn't achieve that, even after ascending.

It was further proof of just how far ahead Agema truly was even though she was probably thousands of years younger than the others.

Arlon clenched his fists. He had already come so far, but there was still more to learn.

If he could cast any ability as fast as a skill, he could definitely fight stronger foes.

Even now, he was waiting for a duel with Zephyrion.

Of course, it would need to wait for three more months.

There was no way to replace the time he had spent with Agema, who would vanish in three months.

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Status Window

Name: Agema

Race: Magus

Class: Mage

Level: ???

[Arlon was hit by a faster dirt ball before he could check anything else with the Eyes of KET**]