I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 248: Floor 90

The moment Arlon stepped onto Floor 90, something felt off.

It wasn't danger. Not yet. It wasn't even the overwhelming sense of tension that had settled into his bones after years inside the Tower.

No, this was something different.

His boots pressed against smooth, polished stone.

That was the first sign.

Arlon's golden eyes narrowed as he scanned the chamber. Unlike the previous floors, which had been crumbling and fractured—some so broken that it felt like the Tower itself was falling apart—this floor was pristine.

The walls stood unblemished. The floor was smooth and undamaged. The blue flames flickering above burned at full intensity, without a single dim or extinguished light.

It was as if everything had reset.

As if the chaos of the previous floors had never happened.

Arlon exhaled slowly, his grip tightening around Aetherion's Edge.

The sword had been with him for decades now.

And it showed.

If it wasn't one of the Royals, weapons wielded by the top ten greatest heroes of the past, it would have already fallen apart.

But even then, even with its legendary craftsmanship, time and many fights had taken its toll.

The once-flawless blade was worn, its edge requiring more and more reinforcement with magic after every battle.

It was almost time for it to retire.

But not yet.

Not before the 100th floor.

They had been through too much together for him to let go before then.

Arlon exhaled, shifting his stance.

Was this floor truly a return to normal? Or was this another glitch in the Tower's increasingly unstable structure?

A familiar chime interrupted his thoughts.

[Level 1?2-3 is starting.]

His body tensed.

That… wasn't normal.

The numbers flickered, almost as if the system itself was confused about what it was trying to display.

But the system didn't belong to the Tower, it belonged to Zeno.

So, there was only one option; the Tower was glitching.

Arlon's gaze hardened as a deep hum filled the chamber, the unmistakable signal that monsters were about to spawn.

Then—

Everything erupted at once.

A suffocating wave of mana surged through the air as six hundred monsters materialized.

Arlon's breath caught for just a moment.

That… was impossible.

Each level of every floor had always followed the same pattern. 100 monsters in Level 1, 200 in Level 2, 300 in Level 3.

But now, all of them had spawned at once.

And at the center of the horde, three massive figures loomed.

Three bosses.

His mind raced. Was this intentional? A feature of the Tower that he had finally reached?

It could be another glitch even though the floor seemed alright. This was more plausible since the notification was also glitching.

But it could also mean that Arlon was close to the top and this was a new challenge.

He had no way of knowing.

What he did know—

Was that this was going to be a long fight.

Mana surged through his veins as his golden eyes flickered.

Eyes of KET**—Future Sight.

His vision split.

A few floors down, which was years ago, he had only been able to see glimpses of what was coming—brief flickers, like catching a shadow in the corner of his eye.

Now?

Now, he could see one full second ahead.

This was thanks to both his level and his training.

It wasn't much.

But in a battle like this?

It would mean everything.

Arlon exhaled sharply, his body shifting into a ready stance.

Six hundred monsters. Three bosses.

No problem.

Arlon could handle this.

He had trained for this exact scenario.

A year ago, the Level 285 boss on Floor 89 had pushed him to his absolute limit. The fight had been brutal, forcing him to draw out every ounce of his strength just to survive.

And if he had rushed forward right after that?

He would have been slaughtered here today.

But that was a year ago.

Now, he was stronger. Faster. Ready.

This was why he had stayed behind for a year.

This was why he had trained.

And looking at the 600 monsters swarming toward him, he thanked himself for making that decision.

If he hadn't…

This would have been his grave.

***

The monsters surged forward, Level 280 to 285, an overwhelming horde of claws, weapons, and raw power.

Three bosses loomed in the back, each Level 292, 292, and 294.

Watching. Waiting.

Like generals letting their soldiers weaken the enemy before stepping in to crush him themselves.

Arlon exhaled slowly.

His mana surged as he saw what would happen in one second in the future.

The battlefield shifted.

The swarm of 600 closed in, their movements filling the entire chamber.

Arlon raised his hand.

Haste.

Mana exploded outward as time accelerated around him.

His world sped up, his body reacting instantly to the change.

His thoughts sharpened. His reflexes doubled.

His movements—already beyond human—became blindingly fast.

He had created this spell himself.

Well, it was a fake original—not truly his own, since Agema had once demonstrated it to him, but something he hadn't been strong enough to learn back then.

So when he got strong enough to use this spell, he created it himself.

But speed alone wasn't enough.

These enemies were strong, not just run-of-the-mill unintelligent Keldars.

And he needed to control the battlefield.

So he cast another spell.

Slow.

Unlike Haste, this was a true original.

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Though, in his opinion, it was too simple to even call an original spell.

It was an AOE spell, designed to affect multiple enemies at once.

A true time magic ability, one that directly warped the flow of time around his targets.

At his current level, he could affect up to 300 enemies at once.

Because he had prepared for Level 3 of this floor.

But this wasn't Level 3.

This was all three levels merged into one.

There were 600 monsters, twice his spell's limit.

So, instead of wasting it—

He focused all of Slow's power on the three bosses.

They were the real threat.

And as long as he stood, he could maintain the spell indefinitely since he was using it on only three monsters, though stronger.

The bosses would remain trapped in slowed time, unable to interfere—

At least for now.

Which meant—

It was just him…

Against 600 monsters.

And the battle had begun.