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!

-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

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

In the grand, castle-like gathering hall of the Magus Council, two old Trionians sat in a secluded chamber, speaking in hushed voices.

One was Birna, the head of the Magus Council. The other was Ejen, one of its senior councilmen.

"Are you sure Arlon is telling the truth?" Birna asked, her sharp gaze fixed on Ejen.

"There is no way for me to be certain," Ejen admitted. "The most I can do is ask Shirl, but she might be reluctant to answer."

Birna exhaled slowly, leaning back in her chair. "I see. So, there might be people working with the Keldars among us… What exactly did they say to Shirl?"

Ejen rubbed his temples before answering. "According to Arlon, they told her, 'I bring orders from the Council. You are to return to Kelta immediately for reassignment. Your current duties in Oceina are to be transferred to another administrator.'

Theory Lesson