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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

Perched on the edge of a jagged cliff, a sprawling castle overlooked the endless expanse below. Its grandeur could easily deceive onlookers into believing it was a king's palace.

But this was no royal abode—it belonged to the Magus Council.

Inside the castle, in a dimly lit chamber designed for meetings, thirteen Maguses sat around an elongated table.

Each of them held unparalleled authority within the council, their presence commanding both awe and fear.

"Sir Ejen, the matter is closed. The verdict has been passed, and we shall not reopen it," said a man with sharp features and an icy demeanor.

This was Asmond, the same Magus the players had encountered during their time in Kelta.

"But Shirl is innocent, and you know it!" retorted an older man with a fiery glare. "The Keldars threatened her—her family—Merl! Instead of aiding them, you've already replaced him!"