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!

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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

Zephyrion's eyes narrowed slightly. "I see. That would explain why our enchanters could never replicate them before."

"That's right," Arlon said. "Your best enchanters have likely tried and failed for centuries. But with the right help..." He trailed off.

Zephyrion studied him for a moment, his sharp gaze assessing Arlon's choice of words.

He was a man who didn't waste time, and Arlon knew that dangling the solution in front of him without fully revealing it would only make him more interested.

But the truth was, no one could create enchanted weapons the way the Endgame sets were made. No one except for Arlon himself.

And he could only do it because of the guidelines Karmel had given him.

He fully intended to use that to his advantage.

"We can discuss this further later," Arlon said. "There's something more urgent I need to ask about."

Zephyrion leaned back in his chair. "Go on."

"Did you find the Mimes hiding in Kelta?"

Mime Problem