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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

Cika, still seated on her cushion, continued the lesson while Arlon was thinking about Sheila.

"As you can see," she continued, "each race has its own distinct abilities and history. But these differences have also shaped Trion's past conflicts."

She flicked her fingers, and the illusionary images of the three races faded away. In their place, a map of Trion appeared, glowing softly in the air.

"Though there are nine races today, there were once seventeen."

A murmur spread through the classroom. Seventeen. Some students already knew this, but for others, it was an eerie reminder of how much had been lost.

Cika's voice carried across the room, calm yet firm.

"History is written by the victors, but power decides who remains to write it."

She tapped the map, and glowing markers appeared, showing the former locations of the lost races.

Races (2)