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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

My new novel, Crest of Knowledge, is out!!!

New Novel!!!!

Zeno had a system that assisted players.

It displayed a status screen, provided a map, managed inventory, and offered countless other features, just like in a game.

On the status screen, there were gauges for HP, mana, and stamina.

But Arlon never used them.

Not because they were inaccurate. In fact, they were terrifyingly precise.

Because stamina couldn't truly be quantified by numbers. A person on the brink of collapse could still run if chased by a dog.

Willpower, instinct, adrenaline—none of it could be captured by a percentage.

The same went for the HP bar.

It was accurate up to a point. But once it hit 1 HP, things got murky. At a glance, 1 and 0 didn't seem that different.

But between them stood a mountain.

The Beginning of the End