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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!

". . . Kill myself?" Roni couldn't react for a moment. He was still processing what Ren had said to him. Was he telling him to waste his hard-earned ATP in exchange for an item?


Or was Ren simply pulling his leg because he wanted him to suffer an ATP reduction? It was possible since Ren was antagonistic towards him enough maybe to bluff him into his doom. 


But Roni wouldn't fall for that. He wasn't an idiot and wasn't born yesterday not to know that Ren might be plotting against him. 


"I don't believe you. And if I did, I won't do it. I didn't come here and grinded myself to death only to lose it all just because of a weapon that I wouldn't even wield."


"Believe it or not. Your choice." Ren shrugged. "However, if you lose the weapon, your friends will be really pissed. But if you're the one who acquired it . . ."


Ren leaned a little closer and whispered enticingly, "Imagine how much they'll owe you?"


An Unfamiliar Path