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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

The group made their way through the grand halls of the Citadel, the towering structure as imposing as ever.

Despite their previous visit, some of them still couldn't help but admire its sheer scale.

The golden veins running through the obsidian-like walls pulsed faintly, almost as if the Citadel itself was alive.

Their destination was the top floor—Zephyrion's office.

As they stepped into the office, Zephyrion was already waiting for them, standing near the massive window overlooking Kelta.

His red and silver robes gave off an air of authority, yet his sharp gaze held something warmer—approval."Welcome back," he said, his voice carrying the weight of someone who was born to rule.

His eyes lingered on each of them before he smirked. "I see you survived Hell Week. Congratulations."

Evan chuckled. "Survived? We dominated."Zephyrion raised an eyebrow.

Meeting with Zephyrion