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The MMORPG 'EVR' was released unexpectedly one day, along with its advanced equipment that allowed players to fully immerse themselves in the game, even though prior VR technology wasn't nearly as realistic.

To prevent people from replacing their real lives with the game, the servers were shut down during the day and on weekends.

I was the best at the game, but since I had no friends or family, I could only watch and bet on sports while waiting for the servers to reopen—until the day I died and regressed to a week before the game was released.

I know everything that will happen in the game.

I know the game is not just realistic; it's real.

And for some reason, I don't need to log out!

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This is a no-harem story. It starts off quickly after narrating unnecessary details, so I suggest reading at least a few chapters to get to the heart of the story.

I Don't Need To Log Out

"Hah! Even if you kill me, there are still 11 more Demons and 39 Functionaries," Draco taunted, his voice laced with arrogance, as the heat of the battle seemed to ignite the air around them.

"It's fine. I'll kill all of you," Arlon replied, his tone calm and unwavering, his Wandsword gleaming faintly with power.

This was no ordinary fight. Arlon was standing toe-to-toe with Draco—the lowest-ranked Demon among the Keldars.

Despite his ranking, Draco was no weakling. His presence radiated malevolence, his every move a calculated attempt to overwhelm his opponent.

"Do you really think you're strong enough?" Draco sneered, a twisted grin stretching across his face. His tone shifted to one of mockery as he added, "Even if you are, what about him?"

"We'll see," Arlon said, gripping his sword tighter, ready for whatever was coming.

Departure