I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 229: The Challenge (2)
Arlon exhaled, his grip relaxing slightly.
The monsters were weak.
He could already see the monsters' levels thanks to the new feature on his Eyes of KET**, letting him see others' levels without activating his skill.
But even when he activated the skill to fully analyze them, he saw nothing noteworthy.
He raised his hand, summoning a basic spell.
Aetherion's Edge hummed faintly as mana flowed from his body, weaving into a familiar shape.
A low-tier AOE spell, Arcane Surge.
It wasn't flashy.
It didn't tear through space or cause cataclysmic destruction.
Instead, a soft pulse of violet energy radiated outward, forming a perfectly controlled wave that expanded in an instant.
The monsters didn't even have time to react.
As soon as the wave passed through them—they vanished.
Not burned, not crushed—just erased.
All within three seconds.
[ Challenger, you have cleared Level 1 of Floor 1. ]
[ Would you like to advance to the next floor? ]
Arlon was about to accept immediately—
But then he stopped.
He stared at the words on the screen.
Level 1?
Something felt off.
If the challenge had simply said something like Floor 1 Cleared, he wouldn't have thought twice.
But the system was explicitly marking these as levels within a floor.
Why does it say that?
Logically, moving to Floor 2 shouldn't be an issue. The monsters would still be harmless to him at this stage.
But something told him that advancing the floor immediately wasn't the right choice.
Instead, he selected No.
The notification shifted.
[ Would you like to start the next level? ]
Arlon's lips curved slightly.
So that's how it works.
He selected Yes.
Another flash of light.
This time, the number of monsters doubled.
Two hundred creatures materialized, their forms almost identical to the previous wave.
But this time, a timer appeared in the corner of his vision.
[ Time Limit: 30:00 ]
So, there's a time restriction now?
It didn't matter.
Arlon lifted his hand—
And wiped them out just as effortlessly as before.
The same notification appeared.
[ Challenger, you have cleared Level 2 of Floor 1. ]
[ Would you like to advance to the next floor? ]
Again, he declined.
[ Would you like to start the next level? ]
He accepted.
This time, three hundred monsters filled the room.
The timer dropped to 15 minutes.
Arlon didn't care.
Another Arcane Surge—another instant wipeout.
Except—
One didn't die.
It was a hulking figure, its body covered in layered, chitinous armor, its jagged claws gleaming under the dim lighting.
Arlon's Eyes of KET** immediately identified it.
[ Ironfang Devourer – Level 75 ]
Arlon snapped his fingers.
A thin, compressed blade of mana fired forward—faster than the eye could track.
The monster's head detached from its body.
[ Challenger, you have cleared the highest level challenge in Floor 1. ]
[ The achievement will be recorded. ]
Arlon let out a slow breath.
So this wasn't a waste of time, Arlon thought.
Something was being recorded and he had understood the mechanics behind the system of the Tower.
If every floor was the same, he needed to clear 100, 200, and 300 monsters and a boss, just like in a video game.
The monsters were easy now, but he wasn't sure if he could clear the monsters on the higher floors if the time limit was the same.
Even though Agema had said their goal wasn't advancing in the Tower—just leveling up—
Arlon disagreed.
If there was an achievement system here, then there was a purpose behind this challenge.
He didn't know if it was possible since there was no information about how many floors there were or how strong the enemies in the upper floors were.
But he would try it anyway.
Agema stood at the entrance of the mountain, her gaze drifting toward the distant horizon.
It had been five hours since Arlon and June had entered the Tower.
Which meant—far more time had passed for them.
She wondered just how much stronger they had become in that short period.
Would Arlon be recklessly climbing higher, defying the Tower's expectations?
Would June be pushing herself, testing the limits of her newfound strength?
A small smile curled on Agema's lips.
It didn't matter.
They would both keep moving forward—that much was certain.
But her quiet moment of thought was interrupted.
Her sharp honey-colored eyes flickered, locking onto something outside the mountain.
Someone was here.
Agema wasn't sure who, but the presence wasn't random.
This wasn't just some passerby.
Whoever it was had followed them.
Interesting.
Agema's gaze sharpened, her smile never fading.
The person had been tracking either Arlon or June.
She couldn't tell which one—but the moment they had entered the mountain, the trail had been cut.
Now, whoever this was had reached the last known location.
And just like that—they were stuck.
Agema slowly descended, phasing through the mountain's surface effortlessly.
She had no need to open an entrance like before.
A mere wall meant nothing to her.
As she stepped outside, her invisible form allowed her to study the intruder freely.
A hooded figure stood near the rocky terrain, her posture stiff, her hands clenching the staff she held tightly.
Agema took a single glance at her attire and understood plenty.
The robe was expensive—not something everyone could afford.
It was new, the fabric barely worn.
And the staff?
It was ornamented, laced with decorative enchantments—likely temporary ones crafted by Trion's most renowned enchanters.
Unlike artifacts like June's Infernal Spire, which held permanent enchantments, this girl's staff's enhancements wouldn't last forever.
Which meant—she replaced them often.
That took a ridiculous amount of money.
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Whoever she was, she was wealthy—either by birthright or status.
But before Agema could analyze further, the girl finally moved.
Her hands reached for her hood—
And she pulled it back.
Golden hair spilled out, catching the dim sunlight.
A girl with bright blonde locks and sharp blue eyes.
If she were dressed in a gown instead of a mage's robe, she could have passed for a princess.
But there was no mistaking it—she was a battle mage.
A determined one.
And then—
She shouted.
"Arlon! Where are you? It's me, Mei!"
Agema blinked.
So, she's someone Arlon knows.
She descended slowly, still invisible, and observed as Mei stood there, waiting for an answer that wouldn't come.
Interesting.
