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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 world felt soft. Warm. Too warm.

Something smooth ran through his hair in a rhythmic, almost maternal motion. It wasn't the sterile feeling of magic or the cold press of stone. It was skin. Fingers. A hand.

His head was resting on someone's lap.

Before he even had time to react, her voice reached him.

Then, almost violently, he raised his head. His body straightened in a panic, and he stood up in one swift motion.

Too swift. His balance faltered for a moment, and the blood rushed to his face like a spell misfiring.

He didn't say anything at first. He couldn't. He was too busy trying not to die of embarrassment.

How long had she been letting him sleep like that?

"How long has it been?" he asked, voice more controlled than he felt.

Heart to Heart