I Don't Need To Log Out Chapter 142 Dinner

After arriving at the restaurant district, the group made their way to the sa place Arlon and i had visited for lunch.

The restaurant had a warm atmosphere, filled with the rich aroma of spices and freshly baked bread.

As they took their seats, a waiter approached. "Welco back, Miss i, Miss Sia, Miss Alia," he greeted before glancing at the larger group. "Trying sothing new today? You are here with a larger group."

i nodded. "Sothing like that. These are our guest students for the week."

Guest students didn't an anything to a random waiter, but he was still shocked to hear the term "guest" in this academy.

Also, i only ca here with a select few, mostly only with Sia.

The players discreetly glanced at the nu. While they could see the words, the dishes ant nothing to them.

Unlike the students, who had spent years eating this food, the players had no idea what any of it was.

Evan leaned toward Arlon. "Alright, which one is the 'like pizza' thing?"

i overheard and pointed to Flabread on the nu. "This is the one we had earlier."

Evan studied the description, frowning. "I don't trust this."

"It was good," i reassured.

"Yeah, but was it pizza?"

Arlon sighed. "I already told you, it's like pizza."

"Exactly. Which ans it's not pizza." Evan sighed dramatically but ended up ordering it anyway.

One by one, the rest of the group placed their orders.

Flabread Group: Arlon, Evan, Zack, Sia, and Maria

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Random Picks (because they had no idea what they were ordering): Pierre, Lei, Carole, June, Carn

Actually Knew What They Were Eating: i, Alia, Leafa, Mirek

Once the waiter left, the players exchanged wary glances.

"So," Lei said, arms crossed. "Any bets on who gets the weirdest dish?"

"My money's on Pierre," Zack said imdiately.

Pierre scoffed. "I made an educated guess."

"You pointed at the nu and said 'this one' without reading," Carn reminded him.

"Exactly. Educated guess."

Before they could continue their debate, the food arrived. The students looked at their als with recognition, while the players stared at theirs with varying levels of concern.

Evan eyed his Flabread and poked it cautiously. "Okay. This does look kinda like pizza."

"Told you," Arlon said without a change in his expression.

Evan took a bite, chewed thoughtfully, and finally nodded. "Alright. It's good. But it's not pizza."

Pierre, anwhile, was frowning at his plate. "…What did I order?"

i leaned over. "That's roasted sandcrawler with citrus glaze."

Pierre blinked. "Sand what?"

"You're eating a giant insect," Zack helpfully added.

Pierre put his utensils down imdiately.

Lei burst into laughter. "And you were making fun of for ordering randomly."

"I regret nothing," Pierre lied.

Evan clapped him on the back and silently said, "Look on the bright side. This doesn't affect our real bodies. You could be eating literal poison and be fine."

"That is not a bright side!" The answer was also silent.

After a few more minutes of teasing, the group settled into eating.

The players, still unfamiliar with Trion's food, tried their best to look natural while the students enjoyed their als without hesitation.

As the plates emptied, the conversation shifted toward training.

"So," Mirek asked, looking at Arlon. "What do you think about today's lesson?"

Arlon leaned back. "Orlen's right. Counterplay isn't just about reacting—it's about creating opportunities. If you wait for your opponent to make a mistake, you're already behind."

Sia nodded. "I agree. But it's harder than it sounds. Instinct takes ti to develop."

"It's easier for warriors," Zack added. "Since we rely on reading movents anyway. But it's probably different for summoners and priests, right?"

Maria, who had been quietly listening, spoke up. "Summoners don't react like warriors do. We don't dodge or parry—we have to position our summons properly. If we ss up, we're at risk of getting overwheld."

Alia nodded. "Right. We counterplay by predicting instead of reacting directly. Summoners need to think ahead."

"Priests have it different too," Mirek added. "We don't just react to damage—we prevent it. A good priest doesn't wait until soone's hurt to start healing."

Pierre, now serious, added, "And tanks control the fight. If we're good enough, we force the enemy to react to us instead."

Arlon nodded. "Exactly. If you can make your opponent play on your terms, you're already winning."

The discussion continued as they finished their als. The students analyzed their strategies, while the players, though careful not to reveal too much, reflected on their own experiences.

Of course, not everyone took the lesson equally seriously.

Pierre was still side-eyeing his unfinished plate as if it had personally betrayed him.

"By the way, Sia, it seed like the waiter knew you," Zack said, leaning forward with mild curiosity. "Do you co here often?"

Before Sia could respond, Alia answered for her. "Ah, we three hang out here sotis." She gestured toward herself, i, and Sia.

Zack blinked. "Huh? I didn't think you three would get along..."

"Why is that?" i asked, tilting her head. "We've been classmates for the last seven years. We're best friends as well as rivals!"

The mont i said best friends, Sia visibly cringed, her expression twisting as if i had just committed an unspeakable cri.

Zack imdiately noticed and smirked. "Hmm…" He leaned back, arms crossed, staring at Sia with the kind of look that said I know sothing you don't want to know.

Sia narrowed her eyes. "What are you looking at?"

"Oh, nothing." Zack's smirk widened. "Just thinking how cute it is that you're pretending not to like i."

Sia scowled. "If you say anything, I will make you eat the insect."

Pierre, who had been quietly pushing his Roasted Sandcrawler around his plate, suddenly froze. "Excuse ?"

Sia ignored him, still glaring at Zack, who seed to be thoroughly enjoying himself.

"Oh, co on," i said, smiling as she leaned toward Sia. "You do like , right?"

Sia clicked her tongue and looked away. "I tolerate you at best."

Alia chuckled. "She used to say that about , too. Now she only insults half the ti instead of all the ti."

"Progress," i said cheerfully.

Sia sighed. "I hate this conversation."

"You hate a lot of things," Zack said. "Which, if you think about it, ans you're a very passionate person."

"You're about to be a very injured person," Sia shot back.

Pierre, still processing the earlier threat, slowly pushed his plate toward Zack. "Since you're so talkative, why don't you eat the insect?"

Zack leaned back. "Sorry, man. You ordered it, you suffer."

"Traitor," Pierre muttered.

The conversation continued with more teasing, much to Sia's growing frustration, while Pierre kept eyeing his plate as if he were in a silent battle with his food.

Despite the chaos, the mood at the table was lighthearted. And for all of Sia's grumbling, she never actually denied the friendship.

Which, of course, only made the teasing worse.