I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 78: The Treasury

Arlon looked at the ground and noticed a shard-like object where Draco had disappeared.

It resembled the monster core he’d found earlier. But this shouldn’t have been possible. In the past timeline, when he killed Draco, there had been no such reward.

There hadn’t been any loot like when he killed the Named Monsters, nor anything else of note.

Of course, he could—and would—take the treasures from the vault, but what was this shard doing here?

Without overthinking, he picked it up and placed it in his inventory. The answer could wait.

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There was something far more pressing on his mind. In the past timeline, it had taken him three years after the game’s launch to kill Draco.

The delay was due to the time disparity between humans and the Keldars.

Arlon had always wondered why humans were forced to log out at specific intervals while the Keldars could remain continuously active.

He hadn’t found an answer yet, but this limitation made it difficult to keep pace with the Keldars—particularly the Demons.

Right now, it wasn’t a significant problem, but once he eliminated half the Demons, the remaining ones would begin intensive training to avoid meeting the same fate as their peers.

With their additional time, it had been nearly impossible for Arlon to catch up to them in the previous timeline.

Now, with his cheat title, he could easily keep up. Was it fair to call it a "cheat"? Perhaps it was simply balanced, considering the enemy’s inherent advantage.

Still, he couldn’t help but wonder what EVR hoped to achieve by making human progress slower.

In the past timeline, when he killed Draco three years in, the treasury had been nearly empty.

Of course, Arlon didn’t know if it had been full before.

But when he got there, only a few items remained, and the room was far too large for so little. He’d wondered if the treasures had been relocated elsewhere.

While mulling over these thoughts, Arlon arrived at the end of the tunnel. The massive double doors separating the tunnel from the treasury were exactly as he remembered them.

Their surface was engraved with intricate patterns of dragons, flames, and stars. The craftsmanship was exquisite, with golden filigree tracing the designs and gems embedded at key points, shimmering faintly in the low light.

Despite their grandeur, the doors were symbolic, purely decorative—there were no locks or keys.

Draco had served as the guardian. Once he was defeated, an intruder would have plenty of time to break through any barrier, magical or physical.

With a deep breath, Arlon pushed against the doors. They swung open with surprising ease, revealing the vault—a cavernous space that gleamed with an overwhelming radiance.

For a moment, he stood frozen, his eyes adjusting to the brilliance that seemed to originate from the countless mounds of gold coins, artifacts, and treasures piled high within.

The treasury was enormous, its ceiling lost in shadows far above. Golden coins glinted under the faint magical light emanating from glowing sconces mounted on the walls.

Jewels—rubies, emeralds, sapphires—were scattered among the coins, their vibrant hues breaking the monotony of gold.

The air felt charged, humming faintly with latent magic, a testament to the enchanted relics within.

Had Draco already spent all of these in the past timeline? Arlon thought.

He couldn’t find another reason why this mountain of gold would be sent to somewhere else.

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Arlon stepped inside cautiously, his boots sinking slightly into the sea of coins that carpeted the floor.

He scanned the room, noting the scattered pieces of equipment among the treasures.

Most of the gear appeared unremarkable—commonplace armor and weapons likely looted from fallen adventurers or lesser heroes.

However, three items immediately caught his attention.

The first was a sword mounted on a simple stone pedestal at the center of the room. Its blade was flawless, shining with a silver sheen that seemed to ripple like water.

The hilt was adorned with an emerald pommel, and the crossguard was engraved with runes that faintly pulsed with green light.

Arlon recognized it instantly: the Blade of Verdant Winds.

This was a relic from the time of the old heroes, a one-handed sword said to have been wielded by a warrior who could summon storms to his aid.

The enchantments on the blade allowed it to manipulate wind and energy, granting its wielder unparalleled agility and precision.

Legends told of the blade cutting through even the most fortified defenses as if they were paper.

Arlon couldn’t believe such an artifact had survived the ages and ended up in Draco’s treasury.

Arlon had read a lot of books in the past timeline. Since he was alone, he didn’t have anything to do while he wasn’t leveling up.

And after learning the game wasn’t real, he needed to check about the past relics like everyone else.

Since a lot of people started going after the relics after learning the game was real, his only chance was to find equipment before others did.

So, he read. Book prices went up, but he wasn’t in need of money. Even though the treasury was empty, it was still a treasury.

And this wasn’t the only place Arlon gained money from. So, he knew about the enchanted equipment made by the old heroes as well as who used it afterward.

At least, the parts that weren’t deleted from the history...

The second item was a priest’s staff, leaning casually against a mound of gold nearby. Its shaft was made of pristine white wood, smooth and unmarred despite the passage of time.

The head of the staff branched out into an open crescent, cradling a radiant crystal that emitted a soothing blue light. This was the Beacon of Solace, another legendary relic.

Wielded by a saintly figure after the time of heroes, the staff was renowned for its unparalleled healing and protective capabilities.

It was said to channel divine energy so potent that it could purify entire battlefields of corruption and restore life to those on the brink of death.

The final piece of equipment was a mage’s staff, distinctively elegant and menacing. Its dark wooden body was wrapped in golden veins, pulsing faintly with power.

At its apex was an orb of deep crimson, swirling with an inner storm of fire and lightning.

The Infernal Spire, a weapon of devastation, had belonged to a mage whose destructive spells turned tides in countless battles.

This staff amplified offensive magic, making it exponentially more powerful while also enhancing the wielder’s mana reserves.

It was told that even Agema searched but couldn’t find it. Even though it wasn’t mentioned in "A Magician’s Secret", Arlon was almost sure that his master had searched for it.

Maguses liked to do research, and his master was the strongest Magus known.

Arlon approached the artifacts reverently. Each piece radiated a palpable aura, a stark contrast to the mundane equipment scattered around them. He knew their history—or at least what was written.

These relics weren’t just powerful; they were imbued with the very essence of their creators.

Ancient, intricate enchantments protected the weapons, making them nearly indestructible and ensuring their capabilities would never fade.

These were the real enchanted equipment like the Sentinel’s Legacy Set and the Wraithguard Set.

"To think these survived," Arlon murmured.