IBCharon

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

"I'm a magic swordsman," Arlon revealed.

The revelation left the players stunned, their jaws dropping in unison.

"Wait, what?" Zack blurted, breaking the silence. "What is a magic swordsman?"

Before Arlon could answer, Zack leaned forward, shaking his shoulders in excitement. "Tell us, man!"

Arlon calmly removed Zack's hands from his shoulders, suppressing a chuckle. "It's my class," he said simply. "It's one of a kind, so please don't ask how to get it. And before you ask again," he continued, preempting the inevitable follow-up, "there might be other secret classes, but they're not something you should waste time searching for."

The players exchanged glances, their imaginations running wild. If Arlon had a secret class, what other hidden paths might exist in this world?

"Besides," Arlon added, cutting through their fantasies, "this isn't a game. You won't find secret classes tucked away in obscure corners like in RPGs."

The Gamers