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For the sake of his family, Ren embarked on the popular VRMMORPG, COVENANT, that used real-time in-game currency. But being a mediocre player who only knows how to gather information, he was put in a supporting role.

As the game explodes in popularity and every multibillion-dollar company invested in the game, things have turned for the worse for Ren. Due to the amount of information he gathered, the cheats, secrets, quests, and bugs he discovered, he was silent in fear of selling the information to the other guilds.

But given a second chance, he went back in time when his father was still alive and COVENANT was just in its starting phase.

This time . . . he wouldn’t be that guy on the side who gathered information from day in and day out for ten years. 

Equipped with the games knowledge he accumulated, he will become . . . an Alchemist!

Chrono Mage? Djin Master? Summoner? Necromancer?
Chaos Lord?

What good are those? 

Sure they’re powerful and rare classes and sought after by guilds, but it’s the alchemist who forged artifacts and concocts rare items and potions that gets the most coins at the end of the day!

It was better than being a blacksmith or a crafter! Plus, he could use all sorts of magic without limit to race and class!

It was the ultimate class! And no one even knows it!

MMORPG: Rebirth as an Alchemist

"I swear the walls are moving and are squishing me," Alicia complained.


Rafaela laughed. "It's just your bulging tummy."


"Don't you mean thirty-four?" Rosie teased, and the others laughed.


The only woman who didn't laugh was Pamela, whose fingers were sweating, eyes keeping watch, seeking whatever light was present.


Traversing a 400-millimeter-wide path with only a torch in their hands as light against the darkness wasn't exactly her type of adventure.


"You okay?" Silvia looked over her shoulder and grabbed Pamela's hand.


Pamela swallowed her fear and gulped her saliva. "Y-yeah."


Silvia was worried about Pamela but decided to respect her brave front. Pamela didn't want to burden the group just because she was afraid of tight spaces and darkness.


She'd rather take it all to herself and not complain all for the majority's sake.


Lava Hound