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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

Arlon and Herrig stood a few meters apart in the training grounds, their eyes locked in quiet assessment.

Unlike the other students, whose duels were filled with flashes of magic and ringing steel, theirs was a match of patience.

The goal was simple—counterplay. Learning how to react, adapt, and outmaneuver an opponent of a different combat style.

Herrig, the Elf archer, already had an advantage in that regard.

His stance was calm yet ready, his fingers lightly gripping the bowstring. His quiver rested on his hip instead of his back, allowing for faster reloads—a clear sign of his experience.

Arlon, on the other hand, had deliberately handicapped himself. No magic. No overwhelming speed. Just pure swordsmanship.

"You're not using magic?" Herrig asked, tilting his head slightly.

Arlon nodded. "It would be too easy. I wouldn't learn anything that way."

Archer