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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!

[BONUS] Chapter for reaching 1000 PS last week!


Leonel patted Roz's shoulder. "Don't worry about it. Let's concentrate on the mission at hand."


Leonel winked though he was sweating buckets inside. The said girl was his idol and her biggest fan until that day in the restaurant, that is. And he couldn't help but feel responsible for what happened even though he didn't do anything wrong but like Lira.


Leonel hid his guilt behind his big smile and introduced Isolde to Roz and vice versa. The two just nodded at each other while Isolde shifted her head left and right.


Leonel's face crumpled, and he waved his hand over his face. "Forget about that guy. He has something to do elsewhere."


Isolde hid her disappointment behind her confident raspy voice, but it still showed when it quaked a little. "H-he . . . he won't be joining us?"


Isolde’s Suspicion