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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

"I wonder why we were ordered to come here," one man muttered, his voice strained as he clambered over a jagged rock. It wasn't a question directed at anyone in particular, just idle chatter as the team trudged up the inclined road.

"Don't talk," the team leader barked, his tone stern. "Save your breath, or you'll be gasping like a fish before we're halfway up."

Despite the warning, the team members didn't seem inclined to stop their chatter.

"I mean, seriously, why us?" another man asked, wiping sweat off his brow. "As far as I know, this was a direct order from Lord Zephyrion."

"Yeah, I heard that too. Apparently, Lady Rael delivered the message herself," a third chimed in, adjusting the straps of his gear. "Anything coming from her has to be a big deal, right?"

The conversation snowballed from there.

Demon Hunt (1)