I Don't Need To Log Out

Chapter 79 An Egg?

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Arlon was surprised to find them here, to be honest. These weren't found in the past timeline.

Of course, the reason was probably because they were already captured by the Keldars, but that wasn't enough.

Arlon had defeated 11 of the 12 Demons, but none of them were using these pieces of equipment.

Then, what had happened to these? A lot of players were after them since they were on the stronger side.

"To think these survived," Arlon murmured. He reached out to the Blade of Verdant Winds first, his hand hesitating just above the hilt.

Even before touching it, he felt the faint pull of its energy, as though it was recognizing his presence.

When his fingers finally closed around the hilt, a surge of power coursed through him, brief but exhilarating.

He placed the sword into his inventory, it wasn't for him.

Then, he repeated the process with the Beacon of Solace and the Infernal Spire, taking care to handle them with the respect they deserved.

"These will be invaluable," Arlon thought, already considering who might wield the priest's staff and mage's staff as well as the broad sword.@@@@

While he couldn't use them himself, they could turn the tide in battles if given to the right allies.

After securing the artifacts, Arlon began surveying the rest of the room.

He saw golden goblets encrusted with jewels, ancient scrolls, and even a few chests—most likely filled with more mundane treasures.

But nothing else seemed as noteworthy as the three relics he had found. He was about to turn back when something unusual caught his eye.

Near the far end of the room, partially hidden behind a smaller pile of gold, was an object that didn't belong.

It was larger than most of the things in the treasury, and its color immediately set it apart. Unlike the yellow glow of the coins, this object shimmered with a radiant blend of gold and blue.

Curiosity piqued, Arlon made his way toward it, climbing over the uneven terrain of gold coins.

As he drew closer, the object's details came into focus. It was an egg, enormous in size—easily twice as big as a human's head and comparable to the head of a Fhrem.

Its surface was smooth, almost glass-like, and it seemed to glow faintly, as if alive.

The intricate patterns on the shell resembled flowing rivers of gold intertwined with streaks of deep blue, giving it an otherworldly beauty.

The man had told Arlon that his entire family had been slaughtered by random Keldars.

This time, when Arlon offered to help, the man refused.

Arlon could never forget the Trionian's final words to him:

"Have you ever begged the god you didn't believe in to take your life?"

Arlon didn't want to witness such despair again. While he could go back and find that man now, what purpose would it serve?

He needed to change things at their core to ensure that such tragedies wouldn't happen to other Trionians.

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Eventually, they arrived at the stables. His coachman was there, talking to the ranchman.

Arlon left the egg in the carriage. No one would check that carriage for something valuable, and even if they did, they wouldn't be able to carry the egg.

At the coachman's suggestion, they had a simple breakfast. Surprisingly, it turned out to be the best meal Arlon had ever had in all of Trion.

He made a mental note to share this with Merlin if he ever saw him again.

And before the log-in time, they began their journey back to Kelta.

This was a brief adventure that lasted only a day, but Arlon knew not all Demons would be this easy.

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In Kelta, all the players logged in at the same time. It had become an unspoken agreement among them.

They had all grown friendly with one another, though Arlon remained an outsider to this group of "friends."

Today, however, when they logged in, they didn't greet each other.

Instead, they stared at the six notifications in front of them. Five announced that Arlon had killed a Named Monster, while the sixth revealed he had slain a Demon!

The players were well aware of the Demons; that was the reason they were in Trion.

The game's intro had provided enough information, but they had also gathered knowledge from various sources.

Now, they all understood one thing: Arlon was advancing toward the late "game" on his own.

Everyone thought this, except June. She had already pieced it together. "When did he kill them?" she wondered aloud.