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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 called here."

"Shut it. We'll find out soon enough."

"Huh? You dare talk down to me? Don't forget—I'm number seven, while you're only number eight."

"Hmph! A single rank doesn't mean much. It's been almost a year since our strength was last measured. I've grown far stronger than you."

"Oh yeah? Want to put that to the test? I'd be more than happy to kick your ass right here."

The tension crackled in the air as the two figures, neither fully human nor entirely beast, locked eyes in a battle of wills.

Their auras flared slightly, a prelude to an imminent clash—until a sharp, commanding voice cut through the room.

The words belonged to a tall, elegant Beastman woman—Carla, the ever-composed secretary of Lord Asef.

Her golden eyes flicked between the two quarrelers with a silent warning.

Returning to Kelta