I Don't Need To Log Out

Chapter 84 History of Trion

Friday evening.

After everyone logged out, Arlon returned to the inn for the last time.

It was time for Arlon the guide to fade into the background, and Arlon the player to move into the Citadel.

To their surprise, the Citadel had rooms for visitors to stay in, though they were only accessible to a select few.

Sitting on the bed, Arlon let out a breath. Phew, that was close. Lying about how he killed the Demon and the Named Monsters had been a gamble, and some players had shown skepticism.

The hardest question had been about how a single NPC could restrain a Demon, one of the strongest Keldars.

Arlon had deflected expertly:

"You're overthinking it. Not all Demons are invincible. Their primary strength lies in their ability to revive. It doesn't mean every Demon is a powerhouse—some are far weaker."

This wasn't entirely false. Keldars were powerful, but under normal circumstances, Trionians surpassed them. The difference lay in Keldars' ability to revive, while Trionians could not.

To reinforce his lie, Arlon added:

"That's what Arlon told me, at least. If he's lying, I wouldn't know. But I have no reason to lie to you."

Appearing confident while lying made it more believable, and his performance worked. Though he didn't know if everyone fully believed him, it was enough for now.

I used to feel bad about lying... he mused.

It would be okay even if his lies were nailed. He didn't think anyone among that group would go after Arlon's real body.

But being safe was always his priority.

After thinking about the day, he moved to the egg resting on the table.

Obviously, he had checked the egg with the Eyes of K**** before, but he activated the skill again.

Egg (???)

"An egg bearing a creature never seen before. Its origins lie in two distinct kinds, both strong, both majestic."

Even though this explanation didn't satisfy Arlon's curiosity, he had no way to learn more about it right now.

If Draco is the father, who is the mother? What is her kind?@@@@

He suspected the creature would have draconic features, though its exact nature remained unclear.

Shaking off his unease, he returned to the bed. He still had other things to check.

First, he took out the shard-like core from his inventory. It was the same as the one he got from the unnamed creature.

Atlas Core... Will this also give me a skill like the last time?

Pushing his thoughts aside, Arlon pulled out Aetherion's Edge, the sword gifted by Zephyrion.

"This is my new sword, huh?" he said loudly.

Aetherion's Edge was already humming with the mana Arlon injected it with.

When he checked the sword with his skills, it only showed the history of the sword known by Arlon.

Its enchanted feature was also basic, to conduct mana. Of course, it was an important feature for Arlon.

This is a good replacement...

Even if he didn't show it, Arlon was sad to lose his Wandsword. So it felt good to have a better replacement.

But I didn't even know there was something called Royals, lucky me..

Before his encounter with Vulwin, he hadn't known about the ranking system among enchanted equipment.

Royals, he learned, were the pinnacle, crafted by the leaders of the old heroes.

When he gave this quest to Arlon, he also explained the situation. Apparently, he spent his life analyzing enchanted equipment.

But since Royals can't be found lying around, he hadn't had a chance to analyze one before.

So, his quest was for Arlon to bring him one for analyzing purposes.

But Arlon didn't think he would get two pieces of Royals, and he even got to keep one.

After finishing analyzing the sword, Arlon put it back in his inventory.

He didn't need to check the other one since it would be analyzed by Vulwin in the future and Arlon didn't care about it.

There was only one thing to do now. He took out a book from the inventory.

"History of Trion"

This was given to Arlon by Zephyrion. Apparently, it brings together the parts of history that were found in one book.

But Arlon felt something else from this book. Even though he didn't know what, it felt like he couldn't look away from this book.

He opened it and started reading.

The book talked about before the times of the heroes. Though it wasn't interesting since it was classic history, Arlon still focused on it.

The history of that time seemed untouched since every part complemented each other.

But when he moved toward the part where the time of the old heroes was narrated, it turned into a jumbled-up mess.

Before Arlon realized, though, his ears were ringing again and darkness claimed him as he collapsed onto the bed.