I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 264: The Boss "Monster"

Arlon closed his eyes for a brief moment.

The sensation of battle still lingered in his body—the subtle strain of movement, the weight of his blade in his hand, the remnants of mana flowing through his veins.

He exhaled slowly, then opened his eyes.

No more hesitating. No more unnecessary thoughts.

The remaining humanoid monsters were still there, still moving, still fighting.

Or… should he even call them monsters?

That thought surfaced for a split second, but he crushed it before it could grow into something that would slow him down.

Names didn't matter. What they were didn't matter.

They were enemies.

They stood in his way.

And so, he killed them.

One by one, he cut them down, his blade cleaving through their bodies with practiced efficiency.

It was easier than he had expected—not physically, but mentally.

At first, he thought it would disturb him. That his mind would hesitate. That some part of him would hold back.

But it didn't.

Because in the end, they were no different from the countless other foes he had slain.

And he needed to advance.

However, there was still one thing he wouldn't do.

He didn't activate the Eyes of KET**.

He refused.

Because if he had—if he had looked even one second into the future—he would have seen it first.

The kill.

He would have watched himself striking them down before actually doing it.

And he didn't need that.

Not when only twenty or so of them remained.

Not when the fight was already as good as finished.

The last of them fell, their bodies hitting the cold ground, and silence settled over the battlefield once more.

It was done.

Arlon let out a slow breath and straightened his posture.

His grip on his weapon loosened slightly—not because of exhaustion, but because his mind needed a moment to reset.

This fight had been different from the others.

Not more difficult, not more dangerous, but different.

And though it hadn't truly shaken him, it was better to take a moment.

To breathe.

To let the tension fade before moving forward.

He didn't linger for long.

A short pause was enough.

He was here to advance, not dwell.

So, when he was ready, he stepped forward and accepted the next challenge.

The second level began.

Two hundred monsters spawned.

And among them, once again, were humanoid figures.

Arlon moved immediately, his body already in motion before the last of them had even fully materialized.

There was no need to wait. No need to hesitate.

Fighting was instinct.

His blade met resistance, cut through flesh, dodged strikes, countered magic. He weaved between attacks, reading movements, dismantling formations before they could fully form.

And as he fought, his mind turned to something else.

Why had the humanoid "monsters" only appeared now?

Why had they never shown up before Floor 90 after Jiroeki changed the monster pool?

It was a question without an immediate answer.

But he had a theory.

His eyes darted between opponents, analyzing the differences between them.

The humanoid ones wielded weapons—swords, staffs, and spears. They used spells, coordinated in ways the non-humanoid monsters didn't.

Meanwhile, the non-humanoid creatures relied on their bodies—fangs, claws, hardened skin.

And they almost never used magic.

That alone made a difference in how they fought.

And in this kind of arena-style battle, where challengers had to clear levels filled with enemies, that difference mattered.

Because lower-leveled humanoids?

They were useless here.

Without overwhelming numbers or superior power, they would have been nothing more than easy targets for any challenger.

Before Floor 90, they would have only made the climb easier, not harder.

That was probably why they hadn't been used.

Or maybe there was another reason.

Jiroeki had once told him that the monsters here weren't just random creatures.

They were prisoners.

Punished races.

Forced to fight in an endless cycle of death.

Which meant that if no lower-level humanoid races had ever appeared before this…

Then maybe they simply didn't exist.

Maybe the only ones strong enough to be punished on this scale were the ones who had already reached this level of power.

Or maybe the weaker ones simply weren't worth punishing at all.

Either way, the result was the same.

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They were here now.

And Arlon would cut them down just like all the others.

Because that was the only way forward.

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The second level was done.

Two hundred enemies had fallen, their bodies scattered across the battlefield, their blood fading into the Tower's floor as if they had never existed.

Arlon stood among them, his breathing steady, his mind already shifting toward what came next.

The third and final level of Floor 90.

But first—another pause.

Not for long. Just enough time to let his mind settle.

He wasn't exhausted. He had fought for far longer than this without rest, through battles far more grueling. But even so, he had learned not to push forward recklessly.

The Tower had no mercy.

And while he was stronger than before, there was no need to take unnecessary risks.

So, he took a moment.

A breath.

A recalibration of his focus.

Of course, these breaks sometimes took two or three days. Arlon slept during some of them and trained during some.

And then, when he was ready, he proceeded.

The final challenge of Floor 90 began.

Three hundred monsters spawned into existence.

And one of them was the boss.

Arlon's eyes swept over the battlefield, scanning the enemies that had appeared.

At first, it was just more of the same.

More non-humanoid creatures—massive beasts covered in hardened skin, their claws glinting under the Tower's light.

More humanoid figures, wielding weapons, preparing spells.

Except there was no towering monster as a boss.

He looked around to find out which one of these 300 was the boss monster.

But then, his gaze stopped.

A woman with a branch in her hand.

She stood in the midst of the summoned creatures, her presence unmistakable.

Not because she was the strongest-looking. Not because she held any visible aura of power.

But because, above her head, where her level should have been displayed, there was nothing but ???.

Arlon immediately knew what that meant.

This wasn't something he needed to think about.

On Trion, when Trionians looked at each other, they could see the other's level displayed above their heads.

But if the one they were looking at was at a higher level than them?

They wouldn't see a number. They would see exactly what Arlon was seeing now.

???

Arlon wasn't a Trionian.

He hadn't been born with their natural ability to see levels at a glance.

But that didn't matter.

Because he had something similar.

The Eyes of KET** allowed him to check someone's level, but normally, he had to activate them to do so.

However, one of its newer features had changed that.

Now, without activating anything, he could see the levels of others just by looking at them—just like the Trionians did.

And unlike the Trionians, there was a difference.

Because his ability wasn't limited.

When a Trionian saw ???, it meant the target was at a higher level than them, but they had no way of knowing how much higher.

But Arlon's ability was a feature of the Eyes of KET**.

And if he looked at someone stronger than him, he could still see their level.

Even if they were beyond his level.

Which meant that if he was seeing ??? now…

There was only one explanation.

Either the level difference was too vast for even his ability to register—

Or—

There was something far greater than just a difference in level.

It could only be an existence level difference.

Arlon's fingers curled slightly around his weapon.

The battlefield was still filled with monsters. The fight hadn't even started yet.

But his focus had already narrowed on one target.

The humanoid woman with ??? above her head.

This was different.

This was something he hadn't encountered before.

And soon, he would have to fight her.