I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 91: Training (3)

Leveling in Trion was an arduous process, to say the least.

With no monsters to provide experience, Trionians had to rely on rigorous training or sparring with one another to grow stronger.

These methods, while effective, were time-consuming and required immense dedication. The difficulty increased exponentially after reaching level 100.

Most Trionians found themselves plateauing between levels 150 and 200, commonly referred to as B or A-grade existences.

Achieving levels beyond 200 was an even rarer feat.

Progressing from level 199 to 200, for instance, was said to be more challenging than advancing through all the levels from 150 to 199.

The sheer effort required deterred all but the most exceptional individuals.

There was, of course, a faster but darker path: killing other Trionians and absorbing their life force as experience points.

However, this option came with significant drawbacks. Unlike players, Trionians lacked a system that automatically gave them CPs to allocate or provided comprehensive benefits simply by leveling up.

For them, a higher level alone was meaningless unless supported by intensive training. Stay connected via novelbuddy

A level 200 Trionian without proper combat training could easily be outmatched by a level 150 who had honed their skills extensively.

Moreover, the societal repercussions of murder were severe.

Trion’s military was highly organized and efficient, ensuring that those who pursued the path of a murderer were swiftly apprehended and punished.

The risks far outweighed the potential rewards, leaving this path mostly unexplored.

As a result, Trionians opted for a more robust and steady growth approach.

By prioritizing skill development and practical strength over arbitrary level increases, they ensured their power was tangible and reliable.

Any Trionian who surpassed level 200 was considered a true powerhouse, an elite among elites. Yet, such individuals were few and far between, their rarity adding to their prestige.

However, the advent of Keldars on Trion had begun to shift this status quo.

With Keldars serving as a new source of experience, Trionians now had opportunities to level up through combat, much like the players.

The formation of the new Explorers Guild further accelerated this change.

By organizing efforts to hunt Keldars and explore dangerous regions, the guild provided structure and support for those seeking to grow stronger.

For the first time in generations, the stagnant levels of Trionians began to rise. Slowly but surely, the balance of power in Trion was changing.

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Nyx infused mana into the crystal.

This time, the light emanating from the sphere was black.

Even the Fairy from before, who had been confident in his knowledge, stared at the crystal with wide eyes, clearly baffled.

When the light dimmed, a single ball of black light remained, floating ominously within the sphere.

In Trion, having only one affinity was exceptionally rare—rarer even than possessing two or three. But what made Nyx’s result extraordinary was the nature of her affinity.

There had never been a recorded black-colored magic vessel level in Trion’s history.

The crowd buzzed with confusion and curiosity, their questions aimed squarely at Arlon.

Before anyone could say a word, Arlon swiftly took the crystal from Nyx’s hands and placed it back on the table. Without hesitation, he scooped Nyx into his arms and strode away from the field.

June, noticing his hurried departure, followed without question.

Arlon had no intention of revealing anything about Nyx—especially not her potential connection to the Keldars. The black affinity only added more mystery, and he wasn’t ready to face their probing questions.

He didn’t have answers anyway, so staying would have been futile. The pair returned to the Citadel.

It was time for their respective training sessions: mage training for June and warrior training for Arlon, which had likely already begun for the other warriors.

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Arlon was guided to another room on the seventh floor. This one was filled with physical training equipment, clearly designated as a warrior training facility.

Inside, Lei, Pierre, and Zack were already lifting weights.

Arlon knew this wouldn’t directly increase their strength since players could only grow stronger by allocating points through their system.

But the Trionians were aware of this limitation. The exercises weren’t for building physical strength but for helping the players become more familiar with their bodies.

It was also meant to instill an understanding of what "being a warrior" truly entailed—a mindset, not just stats or skills.

As Arlon entered, Nova, the gorilla Beastman trainer, approached him with his usual commanding presence.

Nova was the trainer assigned to warriors, meaning Arlon would be under his guidance for the next five days.

"Lord Zephyrion mentioned you’re already ahead and have your own training plan," Nova said, his voice steady. "While I’ll still oversee your training, if you share your specific goals, I can tailor the sessions to help you."

Arlon didn’t hesitate. "I want to learn proper swordsmanship and deepen my understanding of warrior abilities."

Nova nodded thoughtfully. "Hmm... I’ll arrange for someone to teach you Trion’s basic military swordsmanship. A week isn’t enough to master it, but it’s enough to build a foundation.

If you put in the effort, you’ll grasp the basics and be able to train independently afterward.

As for abilities... I’ll handle that personally during your free time from swordsmanship practice."

"That would be invaluable. Thank you," Arlon replied sincerely. He understood how crucial guidance was for learning.

Even the most skilled individuals couldn’t achieve everything alone.

Knowledge was cumulative, built over generations. Progress required sharing and building on that knowledge.

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As promised, Nova arranged for someone to teach Arlon swordsmanship.

His new instructor was a dog Beastman, though he looked... unassuming.

Unlike most Beastmen Arlon had encountered, this one was thin, almost frail. The sword he carried appeared disproportionate, its size making the man’s arm seem even more delicate by comparison.

"Greetings. I am called Bivol. I will be in charge of your swordsmanship training, Sir Arlon," Bivol said, extending a hand for a handshake.

Arlon hesitated for a moment before accepting it and introducing himself.

"Sir Arlon," Bivol continued, "I would like to see how you fight first. May we have a short duel? Of course, it is merely a practice duel, not to the death."

"Sure," Arlon replied, though uncertainty tinged his voice.

In the end, he couldn’t help and to ease his doubts, he discreetly activated the Eyes of K*T** only to check the man’s level.

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Bivol (Level 88)

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Arlon got angry after learning his level. Does Nova not know my level? He thought to himself.

He wasn’t an idiot. Arlon knew that he didn’t need someone strong to learn swordsmanship from, it was information in the end. So, a level 88 could know more than himself.

But, it seemed impossible for a level 88 to learn Arlon’s level of swordsmanship through a duel. So, it wasn’t that Arlon was insulting Bivol.

Let’s try it first. If it doesn’t work, I will request someone else to continue.

They moved toward an opening and stood opposite each other.

"Sir Arlon, you may attack as soon as you are ready."

Arlon was sure that this man, Bivol’s tone was devoid of mockery. Then, where was this confidence coming from?

He stopped thinking about it and got in position. After getting ready, he jumped toward Bivol like a nail shot from a nail gun.

But, Bivol dodged him easily. Obviously, Arlon hadn’t used his full speed, otherwise he was scared he could kill Bivol.

Frowning, Arlon increased his efforts, swinging his sword in calculated arcs.

He didn’t use any skills since this wasn’t a real fight, but a test. With skills, Arlon only needed three moves before he could kill Bivol.

Instead, he just jumped around, trying to land an attack.

However, even when Arlon applied his superior strength, Bivol parried with precision, redirecting the force and leaving Arlon momentarily off-balance.

After another attack, Arlon’s sword just slid on the side of Bivol’s sword and landed on the ground. Before he could recover, Bivol’s blade was at his neck.

Again, he could easily run away from Bivol with skill, but without skills, he was defeated and this was a swordsmanship fight.

"Thank you, Sir Arlon. This should suffice," Bivol said, lowering his sword.

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Arlon’s curiosity peaked. "And what’s the outcome?"

Bivol looked momentarily surprised. "Hmm... To be perfectly honest, you’ll need to start from the beginning."

Seeing Arlon’s shocked face, he immediately started to explain, "Don’t get me wrong, you are in no way bad. But...

In short, you remind me of a wild animal. You wield your sword to survive, not to fight. You don’t act with your sword.

Bivol’s observation hit home. Arlon realized he had always relied on brute force and improvisation, fighting based on what seemed effective in the moment.

An 88 can beat me with technique alone... What could I achieve by mastering this art?

"I understand. Please teach me," Arlon said earnestly.

Bivol smiled warmly. "Oh, it’s always a pleasure to teach someone with a passion like yours."

Arlon’s face was serious.

I will learn the basics in two weeks at most! he thought.