I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 220: Wealth to Seek

The heavy silence of the cathedral lingered after the battle, the air still thick with the remnants of Arlon’s Black Storm Slash.

Shattered stone, cracked pillars, and blackened scorch marks covered the vast hall—a testament to the power they had unleashed.

But Agema, as always, wasn’t concerned with the destruction around her.

She turned her attention to June, tapping a finger against her chin as she studied her with sharp, honey-colored eyes.

"Hmm…"

June, still catching her breath from the battle, wiped her forehead. "What? Are you going to tell me I was too slow, too weak, or too reckless?"

Agema smirked. "I was actually going to say that you’ve improved. But if you insist, I can always remind you of your flaws."

June frowned. "…No thanks."

Agema chuckled before crossing her arms. "But truly, your ice magic has come a long way.

You’re controlling it better, shaping it more efficiently. I was worried that staff of yours would hold you back, but you’ve adapted well."

She gestured toward the Infernal Spire, the fire-enchanted staff June wielded.

Even though it was designed for powerful fire magic, June had learned to balance it out with ice.

She had returned to favoring ice magic more than before, but that didn’t mean her fire magic had weakened.

Rather—the fusion of the two had become stronger.

Fire and ice, perfectly intertwined.

June glanced at her staff. "Yeah… I guess I did go back to using more ice. But it’s not like my fire magic is weaker now. I’ve just learned how to bring them together better."

Agema nodded approvingly. "As you should. You’re still lacking in execution, but at least you’re thinking beyond simple attacks.

Controlling opposing elements means finding the balance between them—not just throwing fireballs and ice spears separately."

June huffed, twirling her staff between her fingers. "I get it, I get it. I’ll work on it."

They didn’t act like it, but both June and Arlon were grateful toward Agema and she knew it.

Arlon, who had been quietly observing, glanced at June’s staff.

It really was impressive how much she had adapted.

Even though Infernal Spire was an artifact meant for fire magic, her ice spells hadn’t fallen behind in power at all.

That was Agema’s influence.

Three months under her guidance had shaped June into something entirely different from before.

She was stronger, smarter, and more capable of combining her magic rather than simply switching between them.

She was finally starting to step into her own style.

And that meant she would only get stronger from here.

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The tension from the battle had faded, replaced by an almost peaceful stillness inside the ruined cathedral.

But that peace didn’t last long.

Agema suddenly clapped her hands together, her honey-colored eyes shining with excitement.

"Alright! Now that the fighting’s over, it’s time for the most important part!"

June tilted her head. "…What?"

Agema grinned. "The treasure, of course!"

Arlon barely had time to react before she spun toward him, pointing dramatically.

"You agree, right? The best part about fights isn’t the battle—it’s the rewards after!"

Arlon blinked.

Then, without thinking, he nodded. "Obviously."

June stared at them both. "…Oh my god, you two are the same."

Arlon’s entire body tensed.

"We are nothing alike."

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June smirked. "No, you really are. I mean, the second she mentioned treasure, your whole vibe changed."

Agema cackled. "Haha! See, my cute disciple gets it! Like master, like disciple."

She placed a hand on her hip, shaking her head dramatically. "Of course, he would love treasures. I knew it the second I saw this locket."

With a flourish, she reached beneath the collar of her robe and pulled out a small, half-burned locket.

Arlon’s breath caught in his throat.

The locket’s surface was blackened and cracked, as if it had been damaged by fire or corrosion. It still held its original shape, but it was clear that half of it was already gone.

Half a locket.

Half a life.

Arlon clenched his fists.

Agema had said she had three months left.

Now, looking at the locket, he could see it.

It wasn’t just an abstract number—it was real, physical proof that her remaining time was fading away.

She twirled the locket between her fingers absentmindedly. "This is the only gift I have accepted in my life, you know?"

Arlon kept his face neutral. "…I see."

But inside?

His mind was racing.

I need to find another soul item.

Treasuries like these always held rare artifacts, but even though he had looted every Demon treasury in his past life, it had happened years later.

He had no idea what was in this one.

But if there was even a chance of finding something that could extend Agema’s time—he would take it.

No matter what.

Unfortunately, he was sure thanks to the Agema’s words that it would be really hard to find another soul item in Trion.

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The deeper they went, the colder the air became.

The warmth of battle had long faded, replaced by the chilling stillness of untouched ruins.

The cathedral’s once-grand architecture gave way to darker corridors, the stone walls shifting from aged marble to black obsidian, carved with strange runes.

Arlon recognized this transition.

This was no longer part of the cathedral.

This was the treasury’s domain and they were on their way to the treasury.

Finally, at the end of the passageway, they arrived at their destination—a massive door of pure obsidian, embedded into the wall like an unmovable monolith.

It wasn’t just any door.

It was sealed.

Carved into the obsidian surface were twisting, violet symbols, pulsing faintly with magic.

The symbols weren’t static—they moved, rearranging themselves like a living puzzle, endlessly shifting into new formations.

June frowned. "A magical lock?"

Agema grinned. "Oh, now this takes me back. I haven’t seen this kind of sealing magic centuries."

Arlon stepped closer, examining the runes carefully.

He had never seen this treasury in its original state before.

Even in his past life, no one had unlocked the Demon treasuries before him.

By the time he had found them, though, the doors had already been opened for unknown reasons.

This time, however, he was here first.

This was a new puzzle, which meant he had to figure out why it was opening now.

Arlon’s fingers traced the shifting runes, his mind working through the possibilities.

Demon treasuries weren’t just vaults of wealth—they were places of power, locked behind conditions no ordinary player could fulfill.

These were the things the Demons had obtained after invading the part of Trion they were responsible for.

If he had found them already opened in his past life, then something had triggered them.

And now, something had triggered this one, too.

His gaze flickered toward the battlefield behind them.

The answer was obvious.

The treasury’s condition had been the death of the Demons guarding it.

Arlon had killed them.

He was the one who had fulfilled the requirement—just as he had unknowingly done in the past timeline.

A quiet understanding settled in his mind. That’s why no one could find them before me.

No other player had been strong enough to kill the guarding Demons first.

Until him.

Again.