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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

COMPLETED!

A hog was a giant pig the size of a man with usually dark hide, lazy eyes, two large protruding tusks, and a no-care attitude that only wanted to eat any food that came close to its snout be it grass or scraps of banana peels. On their backs were rows of thin foams of chair and silks of bags and other items buckled on the Hog's shoulders and near its legs.


Though a hog was big in size, they were nimble when they walked, even more so when they ran. They were not to be miss with when angered, but they were quick to calm down with a portion of food swayed in their eyes.


Leading the Caravan was a beast with the face of a pig with a frame of a human. He had a protruding tusk, squinty eyes, and a friendly smile. He was garbed in fine silk, pants, and a small hat over his ears, but his fine dress couldn't hide his bulging stomach.


The Smiling Caravan