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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

Pierre was the first to charge at the Named Monster—Preok the Hunter.

Arlon hadn't needed to activate Eyes of K*T** to learn its name.

Preok had proudly declared it himself, spewing some nonsense about "killing the saviors and carrying their heads as trophies."

Arlon didn't bother listening to the rest.

He had heard better cringeworthy speeches from himself when he was acting as the guide.

More importantly, he didn't need to check its stats. Preok wasn't strong enough to escape from him, Leon, or Nova.

That meant the fight wasn't about whether they could kill it, but how quickly and how well the others handled it.

Pierre took the first attack head-on.

A heavy swipe of Preok's claw came crashing down—but Pierre didn't crumble under the impact.

Instead, he absorbed the force, his stance unshaken, his shield absorbing most of the power as he shifted slightly to redirect the attack's momentum.