It didn't take long for a plan to take shape.
Arlon and June would head for the fronts that had been neglected—places where the fighting was quieter, not because they lacked danger but because they lacked attention.
So of these battlefields had been ignored due to sheer distance, too far from major hubs for most players to reach in ti.
Others were impossible due to the higher level Keldars attacking them.
And a few... were simply forgotten. Since fighting on those fronts wouldn't give recognition or rewards, the players simply chose to ignore them.
But the Keldars hadn't forgotten. They were still there—spreading, pushing, breaking the lines.
Of course, the Trionian army reached everywhere.
And they were strong. Trion had always produced powerful warriors, mages, defenders—stronger than most Keldars, stronger even than the Demons in a straight fight.
But that was the problem.
Because even if a Trionian struck down a Demon, it didn't matter.
The Demon would just rise again.
Again and again.
And so, they held back—not because they were weak, but because they knew the truth: their strength had limits when their enemies didn't stay dead.
That's what made this ti different.
Since only one Demon and Asef who couldn't be killed by the Trionians, the strong Trion army could handle the Keldars, especially the lower-level ones.
So, this was an opportunity. They could still die, of course. But their excitent for the new hope outpaced the fear.
However, now Arlon and June would go there.
Even though Arlon hadn't visited all of these fronts in his past life, he could teleport to close places.
Close enough that with his speed, his arrival would look like teleportation itself.
That was one of the quiet gifts of reaching past level 300.
The world had shrunk.
Distance had beco sothing theoretical.
And now, it was ti to start closing the gaps.
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One day.
One day was more than enough for the hope to spread across Trion.
In that ti, Arlon left June in one of the starting towns still under siege, while he himself went after three—maybe four—others.
And when they were done, when the fires had dimd and the walls still stood, they swapped. June moved on, and Arlon picked the next one.
It beca a rhythm. An unspoken understanding between them.
They didn't need words—just trust.
And after every victory, his na spread wider.
Thanks to the communication crystals scattered across Trion, news traveled fast. Every city, every guild, every town—even the remote camps and traveling caravans—heard the sa story.
Arlon and June. Clearing the frontlines. Turning impossible battles into routs.
Out of the twenty-three frontline towns, twelve were cleared in a single day.
Twelve.
It was the kind of number that made people believe again.
And Arlon wasn't done.
He had no intention of slowing down—not while the Keldars still pushed forward, not while cities still burned.
And now that everyone knew the truth—that this was no ga, that EVR was real—he had no reason to hide his ability to stay logged in.
He didn't need to pretend anymore.
His face was different, anyway.
If he tried using his NPC persona again, people would create a link between them.
It had been three months since both Arlon the player and Arlon the guide had been seen for the last ti.
So, if they both appeared together, people would figure out that they were the sa.
And if soone figured it out, they'd start asking questions. Not just on Trion.
But also on Earth.
Unfortunately, he couldn't allow that.
Because the face he used as the guide—back when he was level 1, back when he hadn't yet taken the class change, the power boost—that was his real face.
And if soone made the connection, it wouldn't be hard to trace that face back to the real world.
But he couldn't leave the Trionians to their fates until morning.
The only thing he could do… was keep going.
And let them see him for what he truly was.
Soone who didn't need to log out.
And with that, the NPC persona he had once crafted—carefully, intentionally, piece by piece—finally crumbled.
He hadn't used it in a long ti.
But tomorrow... it would be dead.
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Before the logout ti, on another front line—
Seven players were fighting with everything they had.
They were the mbers of the Gars guild.
While they sotis split up and covered multiple battlefields, this ti, they couldn't afford to.
They were in Vraka—one of the largest starting towns, and currently, one of the most endangered.
Unlike the others, Vraka wasn't just facing a flood of regular Keldars.
It was under siege by Nad Monsters.
These weren't just high-level threats—they were monsters with nas and terrifying strength.
Each one was over level 150, with so reaching close to 200—far beyond what most players could handle.
In terms of level alone, so of them were even stronger than the Demons.
But that didn't matter.
In the world of Keldars, level wasn't everything.
Race defined power.
A Demon wasn't just a title—it was a different tier of existence.
Draco, the Dragon Keldar and the weakest Demon, was still stronger than a level 195 Nad Monster.
That was the difference.
The gap between them was vast. Unfair.
Still, Nad Monsters weren't a joke.
They were brutal, intelligent, and devastating in battle. And it took everything the Gars had just to hold the line.
They didn't just want to survive—they had to win.
Because when the logout ti ca, the Trionians would be the ones left behind.
And unlike players, they wouldn't co back after dying.
The Gars had already died more than once during this fight. They'd respawned, regrouped, and returned to the front.
But the Trionians wouldn't have that luxury.
So the team pushed forward, blades flashing, spells colliding with monstrous roars, hearts pounding against the countdown clock they couldn't see but felt.
And then… amidst the chaos, they heard sothing new.
They hadn't had ti to check the crystals or catch up with any news throughout the day.
But now, through the distant voices, the scattered communications, one na surfaced—
Arlon.
He was out of the Tower.
And he was fighting.
"What the hell? He didn't even send a ssage to let us know he was out," Zack growled, frustration bleeding into his voice mid-swing.
"He must be in a hurry," Pierre said, his tone steady, even as he blasted a charging monster with a wave of light. "He's already clearing out fronts."
"But he could at least answer our earlier ssages," Maria added, her voice as sharp as ever. Even when annoyed, her tone never dropped the usual layer of mockery.
"It's okay," Lei said, deflecting a strike with practiced ease. "Let's finish this up and talk to him after. We'll scold him when we see him."
Then, with a knowing smile, she added, "June didn't say anything either. We'll have to scold them together."
Carole chuckled beside her.
Of course, the two of them already knew.
Yesterday, June had contacted them directly.
She'd told them everything. Everything about what happened that day.
She'd reached out not to brag but to ask for help.
And they had promised to keep quiet—at least for now.
Because they understood June.
They knew what kind of person she was.
And they wouldn't make their best friend feel awkward about it.
Not yet, at least...
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