I Don't Need To Log Out-Chapter 306: This Is Not a Game

But Arlon had a sword that had their aura.

He knew at that moment that he would lose, but it didn't matter.

This was only a fragment of his soul. Even if it died, Reeb's main body would recover.

Of course, he didn't want to entertain this possibility, but it was inevitable.

Still, he wanted to check how strong Arlon was.

Arlon had also realized Reeb's limits. He wouldn't use his power. He knew that Asef was probably watching.

However, Arlon wanted to see what an ascended existence could do.

Just once.

So, he indulged the moment.

He activated Mana Surge, his entire body flaring with power as the Void Edge began to glow.

Mana crackled along the blade, then shifted—twisting into streams of wind magic, fine-tuning the edge until the sword hummed with concentrated sharpness.

Then he moved.

Blink.

He vanished from where he stood and reappeared behind Reeb.

The sword swung down in a clean arc—imbued with both skill and speed.

Slash.

Reeb didn't turn. His left arm simply changed—morphing mid-motion into a curved shield of dark steel.

The blade struck.

There was no sound. No sparks. No visible damage.

But Reeb's entire body vibrated from the impact.

Not visibly. But internally, he felt it. Like the blow had hit deeper than his outer form.

I can't block these forever, he thought.

And that meant only one thing: he had to attack.

Both of Reeb's arms transformed—shifting into sleek, jagged swords that extended just beyond his reach.

He lunged.

But Arlon was faster.

He caught each strike on his own sword, stepping back with precise footwork, never losing balance. The blades clashed again and again, but Arlon didn't falter.

Reeb wasn't frustrated.

This was expected.

He wasn't panicking. Not even close.

Then his chest shifted—another blade emerged from his side, spearing toward Arlon's ribs without warning.

Arlon twisted his body at the last second, the blade narrowly missing as he ducked and slid to the side.

The weapon didn't leave Reeb's body. Instead, it sank back in, folding like liquid metal into his chest.

So that was it.

He could morph his entire body into a weapon—but couldn't separate it.

Arlon took the information in calmly.

A strength and a limit.

Then came the next phase.

Reeb's legs shifted—his feet thickened, condensed, and hardened into sledgehammer-like constructs. They still resembled feet, which meant he retained his agility, but now…

Now he could kick.

And he did.

A spinning heel shot toward Arlon's head—an unnatural move, considering the shape of Reeb's new legs—but the momentum behind it was devastating.

Arlon barely ducked.

A gust of air blasted past his ears as the kick shattered a tree trunk behind him.

He's adapting his combat style...

This opened up new combo possibilities.

So, Arlon needed to go faster to prevent any attacks from landing.

That is when it happened.

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Something hit from behind Arlon.

Some kind of magic.

Even though Arlon sensed it, due to the enemy in front of him, he couldn't dodge the spell from behind.

And he was hit.

The Gamers, still watching from the edge of the clearing, froze.

None of them had seen what happened.

But when they looked at Reeb, who was supposed to be behind this attack, they saw he was as surprised as they were.

So, they immediately looked to the other side.

To the treeline.

Where two new figures had appeared.

One was a humanoid figure clad in jet-black knight armor, crimson eyes gleaming beneath the helmet's visor.

And the other was a Beastman woman.

Asef.

And Carla.

The atmosphere shifted again, dropping like a lead curtain.

Even Reeb was still.

Not because he feared them.

But because this wasn't part of his plan.

Arlon stood up straight, adjusting his grip on the Void Edge.

Thankfully, his Absolute Shield had absorbed this first hit.

But his eyes…

They burned.

The fight he was focusing on had just changed.

And it was no longer one-on-one.

***

Arlon had assumed something like this might happen.

He didn't know what kind of person Asef truly was, but he had considered the possibility that Asef would come now—when his odds were better, with Reeb at his side.

But still…

He thought he would at least sense him approaching.

And the worst part?

He hadn't even sensed the Beastman woman beside him.

"So, you're Arlon," came Asef's voice.

Arlon turned slightly, adjusting his grip on the Void Edge. He couldn't measure Asef's exact strength, but it didn't feel like there was an overwhelming cliff between them.

Still...

"I didn't think you'd attack from behind," Arlon said, his voice low.

He hated assassins.

He hated them more than almost anything.

Not the class itself—but the kind of people who chose it to hide in shadows, striking from behind to kill one target and vanish.

And what Asef had done wasn't much different.

"We're not playing games," Asef replied coldly. "This is the real world. I'll kill anyone in my way—however I can."

It made sense.

Of course, it did.

But even Reeb seemed unimpressed.

"I was having fun," he said, tilting his head.

Asef didn't even glance at him. "We had an agreement. Stop playing. Take him down."

Reeb sighed. A long, deliberate breath.

"I can't win alone," he admitted. "So, help me out here."

That was it, then.

Whatever deal they had, Reeb had to comply.

It was a problem.

The Beastman woman didn't seem especially powerful—but Arlon couldn't be sure. And with Asef now on the field, the situation had changed entirely.

If it had just been Asef, Arlon and June might have stood a chance together.

But Asef and Reeb?

Impossible.

June wasn't strong enough yet. Not against both.

And the Gamers…

They'd only get caught in the crossfire. They'd become liabilities. At this level, even a single distraction could mean death.

They had to escape.

Arlon could Blink and Teleport instantly—no casting time required.

But he couldn't take everyone.

June was standing between him and the Gamers. He'd need one Blink to reach June, a second to get to the others, and then Teleport out.

That made three movements.

Too slow.

They wouldn't let him do it.

If he used one Blink, he could save June.

The others wouldn't die—they'd simply return to Earth. Their mission was complete anyway.

They had killed the last Demon.

But...

There was one reason he couldn't even do that.

Reeb.

He had probably already read his mind.

The only safe move would be running away alone. Leaving June. Leaving everyone.

And he wasn't going to do that.

Not now.

Not ever.

Was the only option... fighting?

His grip tightened.

And then—he received a message.