I Don't Need To Log Out

Arlon stood at the edge of the 90th floor, his body still as the remnants of his latest training session faded from the air.

How long had it been now?

He didn't need to check. He could feel it.

Outside, it was 13:00 PM.

That meant he had only six more hours.

It wasn't just a random time limit. He had issued this challenge to himself—a deadline to return.

But the more he thought about it, the more he realized that this wasn't just a challenge.

It was a subconscious desire.

Arlon exhaled, his breath steady despite the weight settling in his chest.

He had spent years here.

At first, it hadn't mattered. He had been alone before, for ten years straight, and it hadn't broken him. It hadn't even felt strange. But something had changed.

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Maybe it was after meeting Agema again.

Maybe it was after befriending the others.

Whatever it was, the isolation didn't feel the same anymore.

He could lie to himself and say that he was fine with it, that he was still the same person who could spend decades training alone. But that wasn't the truth.

Race: ???

Abilities: ???

Weaknesses: ???

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Level 300.

It wasn't at a higher level than the boss before, at the very least.

But still, a full step beyond him.

His fingers curled slightly, tension settling into his muscles.

And yet, that wasn't what shocked him the most.

He could see the level.

And the name slot was visible.