I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 71: Job Selection

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"I’m sure you’ll find something even better. Where will you go now?" asked Arlon.

"I think I’ll head back to Istarra after stopping by my hometown," Shirl said after a moment. Her voice grew softer as she added, almost wistfully, "It was fun spending time with old Charon."

The players exchanged awkward glances. No one dared voice their thoughts, but it was unanimous: Charon was anything but fun.

They chatted briefly, offering their good wishes.

Arlon, ever cautious, had discreetly brought his copy from outside, ensuring he could talk to Shirl freely without breaking his cover as Arlon the player.

Despite their light conversation, the weight of Shirl’s circumstances hung in the air.

Losing her position as an administrator wasn’t her only punishment, but it was clearly the one that hurt her the most.

Finally, Shirl prepared to leave. "Take care, all of you," she said, her voice carrying a hint of warmth. "And good luck with... whatever it is you’re all doing."

Everyone smiled faintly. Just when Shirl was leaving, she looked back at Arlon, "Sir Arlon, I forgot to tell you, but Magus Council may try to reach out to you soon. Please be careful."

Arlon nodded thankfully and Shirl turned and walked away, her figure retreating into the bustling streets of Kelta.

For the players, her departure was a stark reminder that their actions here had tangible, lasting effects—not just for themselves but for the people of Trion.

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So, I might already be on the council’s radar. I hadn’t even communicated with them in my past life, Arlon thought as he walked with the others.

The difference was, in Arlon’s past life, he also thought this was a game, so his interactions with the NPC were minimal.

And when he learned this wasn’t a game, it was already too late to interact with them. So, he hadn’t encountered anyone from the Magus Council or anywhere else.

But this life was different. Not only had he crossed paths with the highest authorities of Trion, but he had also gained their trust to the point that Zephyrion himself was considering giving Arlon the guide an official position.

In the end, I really need to learn more about the Magus Council. They’re too powerful to ignore, and it’s foolish to underestimate them.

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The players, including Arlon, returned to their rooms to prepare for the day ahead.

Arlon sat down and opened his status window. It hadn’t changed much since he hit level 100—he had only gained one level—but one crucial thing had shifted.

Eyes of K**** (Lesser): See the world through the eyes of K****

"This skill’s effects have been adjusted for compatibility with the player’s level. Unlock its full potential as you grow stronger"

This skill was an enigma to Arlon. Though he hadn’t yet used it in dire situations, he suspected it would become a critical tool soon.

Thankfully, he had the luxury of being "immortal," so he could afford to experiment.

The skill had evolved after he learned the name "Karmel" from Zephyrion. The notifications that accompanied the discovery still lingered in his mind:

"You have learned new information about the world!"

"The state of the Eyes of ***** enhanced!"

As far as Arlon could tell, the name would gradually reveal itself. He suspected it would take time and effort, as learning even one letter had been a challenge.

The upgrade wasn’t limited to the name and state of the skill.

Since the state of the skill was now "Lesser" instead of "Weakened", an extra future was opened.

It wasn’t something new, to be exact, but something he couldn’t use.

The first time Arlon used the Eyes of K****, as well as seeing the information and situation of the things he was looking at, the time had also slowed down.

But, the next time he used the skill, he could only see the name and level. The information feature was added later, and now, the time-slowing effect was also available.

It consumed a lot more mana, though.

To his surprise, Arlon discovered he could toggle the skill’s features—choosing to see only the name and level of a being or enabling additional details and the time-slowing effect when needed.

This opened new doors for him. I think I can start hunting Demons earlier than expected, Arlon mused.

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Normally, Arlon was to wait until the end of the training before killing his first Demon in this timeline.

He was probably already strong enough, but he wanted to be sure by training for a month.

However, with his enhanced skill now, he was confident he could handle Draco, the first Demon he planned to hunt.

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Everyone gathered downstairs again after changing into attire suited for Kelta.

The uniform was a blue-striped half-robe over linen trousers—a functional yet unimpressive outfit that made everyone look the same.

"Aren’t there any fashion artists in Trion?" asked Maria as soon as she saw everyone else was wearing the same.

She was secretly hoping that she had received the wrong outfit and the others would wear different attires, causing her to change into something else.

Arlon, as usual, didn’t care about it. He was going to leave the next morning until Monday anyway.

"Are you ready?"

Nora, who was waiting for them at the inn’s entrance, observed the group. She was dressed in higher-quality robes, befitting her high administrative rank. The players glared at her enviously.

Unfazed, she addressed the group, "We’ll begin at the Craftsman’s Guild. Does anyone here already have a secondary job?"

The players exchanged confused glances. Arlon stayed silent, feigning ignorance. While he already knew much about jobs, he wanted to see if Nora would share anything new.

"In Trion, citizens typically learn a craft upon reaching a certain level. For most, this happens at level 50. However, for saviors like you, it begins at level 30."

She said "a child" because level 50 was easily reachable by a Trionian child. Actually, the child’s coming-of-age ceremony would change depending on whether they reached level 50 or not.

Arlon raised an eyebrow for a different reason, though. He hadn’t realized the Trionians already knew players’ job thresholds since it hadn’t been long since the other players reached level 30.

"There are a number of choices you have, more than I can tell right now. But, I suggest choosing different jobs that complement each other. For example, a Trionian only chooses to be an alchemist when they have a connection to a herbalist.

Since you are already close, you can choose jobs that complement each other. But please wait until you hear more options."

The players nodded, intrigued. Arlon, however, was preoccupied with his own decision.

In his past life, he had chosen mining—a job that was lucrative but offered no strategic advantages. This time, he had set his sights on becoming an enchanter.

His conversation with Zephyrion yesterday had cemented this choice. The legendary enchanted equipment created by past heroes had been forged by enchanters who were also saviors.

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But there should be a difference. Since there were also enchanters in his past life and even they couldn’t make that kind of equipment, Arlon was sure that he was missing something.

But he could think about that later. In the worst-case scenario, he wouldn’t have a job. It wasn’t that important if he didn’t, but if he learned it, then that would be a big deal.

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At the Craftsman’s Guild, they were introduced to an array of jobs: blacksmithing, tailoring, cooking, alchemy, and more.

Each was explained in detail, but for Arlon, there were no surprises.

When it came time to choose, he confidently declared his intent to become an enchanter.

The guild master raised an eyebrow. "Enchanters are rare," he said. "It’s a challenging craft."

Arlon nodded, undeterred. Challenging or not, he was determined to succeed. The rest of the group, inspired by his confidence, began making their own choices.

As they left the guild, Arlon felt a surge of determination.