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

The notification appeared the moment Zar'veth fell.

[Floor 91 has been cleared.]

[You will be teleported to the next floor when the countdown ends.]

Arlon's body tensed as he read the message.

Before, after clearing a floor, he had been able to rest—even if only briefly. The Tower had never forced him to continue immediately.

Now, he only had a limited time before being teleported away.

[Time remaining: 5:00]

Five minutes… That's all I get?

His first instinct was to scan for anything he had missed.

Was there a way to delay the teleportation? To stop the countdown?

But no—nothing changed. The time kept ticking down.

So this was how it worked now. No rest. No chance to recover properly.

Floor 98