I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 92: Abilities

After an extended lesson and rigorous training session, Arlon committed everything Bivol taught him to memory.

Of course, swordsmanship wasn’t something to be memorized and Arlon knew this.

He just memorized the patterns he needed to learn so that he could train even when he was alone, especially at night, during weekends, and during the next week’s training.

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He couldn’t tell the others he didn’t need to log out.

After the lesson was finished, more than half of the day or more than half of the time players could stay logged in was over.

Instead of stopping there, Arlon found Nova. He needed to learn about warrior abilities now.

The difference between warriors and mages was mana and stamina. While Arlon was a warrior, he had stamina. Now, thanks to the magic vessels, he also had mana.

So, even though Arlon had learned spells, it wasn’t the same. Mana was related to the magic vessels and how to stimulate them.

Agema taught in her book how to move mana through the magic vessels, so it was easy for Arlon.

But, with stamina, it was different. Stamina affected the whole body and not a part like magic vessels.

Additionally, stamina had different uses for everything.

For example, Arlon had already solved how to use stamina for footwork and even created movement abilities in the past timeline.

But he couldn’t learn how to use stamina for swinging his sword or using sword abilities.

"You’re wrong!" Nova declared bluntly after listening to Arlon’s explanation. "Stamina has nothing to do with the sword."

Arlon frowned. "What do you mean, unrelated? Then how do you use sword abilities?"

Nova snorted, crossing his massive arms. "What kind of unnecessary question is that? Even a child knows the answer: you swing your sword!"

The simplicity of Nova’s answer hit Arlon like a thunderclap.

He had known this wasn’t a game for a long time now. But he learned today that he still regarded some things as a game.

Why did I think stamina was required to "activate" abilities? Arlon wondered.

The answer was obvious. His experience in EVR had conditioned him to think that way.

In games, stamina was a prerequisite—without it, warriors couldn’t perform their abilities. But the reality was different.

In the real world, stamina didn’t "fuel" abilities in the same way mana did for spells.

Stamina was a measure of physical endurance, something that depleted as one exerted themselves.

But being tired didn’t stop someone from swinging a sword or fighting—it simply made it harder.

Sword abilities weren’t powered by stamina; they were techniques refined through skill and practice.

So, stamina’s role was indirect: it determined how long one could sustain those abilities, not whether they could use them.

Nova’s words had stripped away a layer of Arlon’s preconceived notions, leaving him with a clearer understanding of what it meant to be a warrior in this world.

"Understood," Arlon said, bowing his head slightly. "Please teach me how to refine my techniques."

Nova grinned. "Now we’re getting somewhere."

Nova wasted no time. He led Arlon to an open area in the training hall, where a series of wooden training dummies stood in neat rows.

Each dummy bore marks and scars from countless training sessions, their surfaces a testament to the relentless pursuit of mastery.

"First, we’ll start with the basics," Nova said, picking up a wooden sword and tossing another to Arlon. "Sword abilities aren’t mystical techniques powered by some energy source. They’re the product of discipline, precision, and instinct."

Arlon caught the sword and followed Nova’s lead. The trainer demonstrated a series of deliberate movements, each one clean and efficient.

Nova’s strikes weren’t flashy, but they carried a force that Arlon could feel even from a distance.

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"Watch closely," Nova said, stepping to one side of the dummy. "The key to any ability is understanding the purpose behind it. For example, a basic ability like Cleave isn’t just a wide swing. It’s about maximizing damage while maintaining balance and follow-through."

He performed a perfect Cleave, the wooden sword slicing through the air with a sharp whoosh.

"Your turn," Nova instructed, stepping back.

Arlon mirrored the movement as best he could. His form was decent, but Nova immediately pointed out the flaws.

"Too much weight on your back foot," Nova corrected. "You’ll lose momentum. Shift your center forward."

Arlon adjusted his stance and tried again.

"Better," Nova said, nodding. "But your follow-through is too stiff. Loosen your grip slightly on the return swing."

The feedback continued as Arlon practiced. With each repetition, he felt the movements becoming more natural. His strikes grew smoother, his balance steadier.

After an hour of drills, Nova called for a break.

"Not bad," he said, handing Arlon a flask of water. "You’ve got the basics down faster than most. But don’t let it get to your head. Swordsmanship is about consistency. You’ll need to practice these forms thousands of times before they become an ability."

Arlon drank the water, wiping the sweat from his brow. "I understand. I’ll keep at it."

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In the end, the training time ended, and the players returned to the first room.

Nyx was already there. Arlon had left her in the same room, figuring she’d entertain herself harmlessly. To his surprise, Nyx was holding a dumbbell, imitating the warriors by lifting it up and down with her tiny forearms.

Nova and Ben stood at the front, addressing the group.

"Today was very fruitful, according to all of the trainers," Nova announced. "I don’t think you did well because you have the saviors’ advantage, but because you really tried. So, please keep at it."

Nova’s words seemed to light a fire in the players’ hearts, their post-training fatigue momentarily forgotten.

Ben chimed in, "I’m glad to hear that. Lord Zephyrion will be delighted. You’re free to do whatever you want before the pause time now."

With that, everyone left the floor. They headed to a small restaurant on the third floor. They didn’t need to shower or change clothes anyway.

Over plates of food, they started discussing their training sessions.

"Summoner training was hard," Carmen complained. "We kept summoning and unsummoning our contracted spirits. Then we tried partially summoning them. I accidentally called just my spirit’s mouth—it started biting everything. Horrifying!"

Maria nodded in agreement, shuddering.

"Do you think that was hard?" Zack interjected dramatically. "I had to swing my sword one thousand times. When I finished, my trainer told me I messed up after the 20th swing and made me start over!"

Carole, who had been silent, looked visibly shaken. Zack noticed and asked, "Carole, what did you do?"

June and Lei exchanged concerned looks as Carole stammered, "I-I—"

Unable to continue, Lei explained on her behalf, "Her trainer kept cutting his arm over and over for her to heal him without using skills."

The group collectively gasped.

"WHAT?!" Carmen exclaimed, dropping her fork. "That’s... brutal!"

"Okay, fine, you win," Zack conceded. "I’ll stop complaining."

As Carole calmed down, June spoke next. "I didn’t do anything horrifying, but it wasn’t exactly fun. I just rotated mana in my magic vessels all day. It’s like learning to move a new limb you didn’t know you had."

The others nodded sympathetically.

Pierre shared his experience. "I had to swing my sword and hold my shield while my trainer kept bashing me with a mace. My arms are numb!"

Lei added her story. "I also had to swing my sword repeatedly, but my trainer corrected me whenever I made a mistake. At least they didn’t let me finish 1,000 wrong swings like Zack’s did."

Evan grinned. "Hiding training for me. I spent the day sneaking around and trying not to get caught. My goal is to learn the Sneak ability as soon as possible."

Nyx, sensing the excitement, climbed onto the table and proudly started lifting her dumbbell.

The group erupted in laughter.

"Even Nyx is showing off now!" Zack said, pretending to flex his arms. "I have competition!"

After everyone cooed over Nyx, their attention turned to Arlon.

"So, what about you?" June asked, narrowing her eyes.

"I learned swordsmanship," Arlon said, keeping it brief.

"That’s it?" Zack teased. "No traumatic moments? No wild trainer stories? You’re holding out on us!"

Arlon shrugged. "I got scolded for swinging my sword like a wild animal, if that counts."

They all laughed, including Arlon.

As the conversation began to wind down, Evan brought up another topic.

"It’s been almost a month since we’ve been here. Our names on the leaderboard are nearly gone. Except for Arlon, of course."

"I checked today too," Zack said, scratching his head. "Even though we don’t need to care about it anymore, it’s stressful. And we can’t even level up—" He stopped mid-sentence, realizing the sensitivity of his words.

Silence fell over the table for a moment. No one knew if anyone on this table would level up ever again by killing Keldars.

"You don’t have to worry about it," Arlon said, breaking the tension. "With the new skills you’ll gain, your leveling speed will skyrocket."

"But we’ll miss out on rewards during this time," Lei pointed out, frowning.

"Huh? Why would you? Oh, you don’t know," Arlon said, realizing something. "Training also levels you up"

The entire table erupted.

"WHAT?!"

Even Nyx, sensing the mood, let out a tiny chirp in sync with their outburst.