I Don't Need To Log Out

Chapter 32 Instructions

Arlon returned to the potion store, assuming Charon's summons meant something important.

But as soon as he entered, Charon handed him a package. "Here, a gift," he said gruffly.

The tone of his voice, more suited to delivering a scolding than a present, might have intimidated most people. But Arlon was used to it.

What he wasn't used to, however, was Charon giving gifts—especially ones so carefully packaged. He assumed Shirl must have been responsible for the wrapping.

Curious, Arlon opened the package. Inside was a... mask.

It was simple and unadorned, a flat white mask with two black lines extending from the top to the eye holes.

Arlon tilted his head, puzzled. Why would Charon give him a mask?

"Sir Charon... Thank you for the gift. But what is this?" he asked.

"Can't you see? It's a mask," Charon replied, his tone almost mocking.

"I know that. But does it do anything? Does it have any special features?"

"No, it's just a mask," Charon said, sighing. "Won't you need it during the tournament?"

Realization struck Arlon. Of course—a mask would help him conceal his identity during the tournament. Without it, everyone would realize that the guide Arlon and the player Arlon were the same person.

"Sir Charon... How did you know?"

"You're too young to fool me," Charon said, a slight smirk on his face. "Just use it. Don't worry—I won't tell anyone. Besides, I don't know everything, so I won't pry."

"Thank you so much! This will help a lot," Arlon said sincerely.

Truthfully, he'd been considering other kinds of disguises—perhaps a potion or artifact, or even wrapping his head in cloth. It hadn't even occurred to him that something as simple as a mask could work.

One more problem solved.

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Istarra grew more crowded by the day as new players arrived for the tournament.

In the past timeline, Morealis had been chosen as the tournament site because it had portals, making it more accessible.

Istarra, however, had no such portals. Players teleported to Morealis and then walked to Istarra, often arriving ahead of the scheduled tournament time.

When evening fell, the servers closed, and the players logged out.

As night descended on Istarra, a man not native to the town approached the Moonlight Potion Store. He was tall, his presence commanding attention even before he spoke.

Dressed in a black hat and carrying a briefcase, his attire exuded professionalism, making it clear he was here on official business.

As he drew closer to the potion store, the townsfolk began to notice him.

Trionians had always been wary of the administrators. With the ongoing war keeping them busy, their presence in a town often meant something significant was happening.

Shopkeepers and passersby held their breath as he passed, relieved when he didn't stop to enter their shops.

The man, keenly aware of their unease, walked straight to the Moonlight Potion Store and stepped inside.

Inside, three people sat talking: Charon, Shirl, and Arlon.

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Due to the influx of players, the inns in Istarra were fully booked—though Arlon found it absurd that players would rent rooms as if they planned to stay the night.

Those idiots... he said to himself. But he had done the same thing in the past timeline in Morealis to make the experience more realistic.@@@@

Charon had scolded him in front of everyone, leaving Arlon humiliated.

He hadn't been aware of the specific instructions sent to all Trionian towns and their key figures, and he decided then and there to learn the rules.

Now, with the influx of administrators arriving in Istarra, it was the perfect time to double-check those instructions and avoid unnecessary trouble.

The smithy appeared small from the outside, but Arlon knew better. The actual forge—the heart of the operation—was housed in a large workshop at the back.

Even standing outside, he could feel the wave of hot air escaping from the building. The smithy had a unique charm, with a sign made entirely of metal—a rare choice since most shops combined wood and metal for practicality.

The sign depicted a sword crossed with a hammer beside the store's name: Blacksmith.

What kind of name is that? Arlon thought, suppressing a chuckle. Of course, it was a blacksmith shop, but surely it deserved a more creative name.

Unbeknownst to Arlon, the shop had been named by a young and naïve Sato when he first opened it. Now, it bore the legacy of simplicity from its original owner.

Maybe I'll suggest a better name someday, Arlon mused as he stepped inside.

The storefront was neatly arranged with swords, shields, armor pieces, and other equipment displayed on wooden racks and tables.

Each item bore Situ's craftsmanship, ready to be sold to anyone who could afford it. The variety was impressive, ranging from basic iron swords to intricate plate armor adorned with engravings.

For a moment, Arlon considered buying something, but he quickly dismissed the idea.

His current gear was far superior, and besides, he planned to head to Morealis soon to upgrade his equipment.

As Arlon admired the items, Situ emerged from the back, wiping sweat from his brow. It was clear he'd been hard at work even at this late hour.

"Huh? What are you doing here at this hour?" Situ asked, his voice heavy with curiosity.

"Hey, won't you even greet me properly?" Arlon replied, feigning indignation.

"Ah, sorry! Hello!" Situ said, his tone sheepish.

Arlon sighed, waving off the awkward apology. "Never mind. I came to sell some things. Are you buying equipment?"

Situ nodded eagerly. "Of course! Let me see what you've got."

Arlon opened his inventory and displayed the items he'd collected while leveling up.

He didn't plan to sell everything—having extra gear in his inventory could be useful for future quests he would give out—but he'd selected some high-level equipment he no longer needed.

Situ inspected the items with growing excitement. Even if some of them didn't sell, they could be reforged into new equipment.

"These are great pieces! I'll take them all," Situ said enthusiastically.

With the transaction complete, Arlon leaned against a nearby table and struck up a conversation. "So, what's it like being a blacksmith?"

Situ looked up, startled by the question. "Do you want to become one too?"

Arlon chuckled. Players in EVR could choose professions and hone their skills over time.

Blacksmithing was one of the most rewarding options, but Arlon wasn't in a hurry to explore it himself.

"Not really," Arlon said. "Just curious. You know, being surrounded by fire and metal all day seems intense."

"It is," Situ admitted. "But it's also satisfying. Seeing a weapon or piece of armor you've crafted being used in battle—it's like watching your child grow strong."

Arlon nodded, though he wasn't sure he shared the sentiment. Still, he appreciated the passion in Situ's voice.

"Say, was there anything related to blacksmithing in your instructions?"

He was casting his net.