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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!

Orakh didn't know what to make of their current situation. They had gone into one of the Apex Domains in the Great Valley. If Sharina were to know about this . . .


Orakh had a headache. Why was Draki so pushy today?


But since he didn't have a choice, Orakh followed Draki deeper into the tall shrubs. "Stay close. Don't fall behind and get lost in the jungle. Be careful of your surroundings and refrain from touching anything."


Evie and Ragnar looked over at Ren, waiting for his confirmation. 


"Let's go." When Ren followed Orakh deeper into the left fork, Evie and Ragnar didn't have a choice but to follow him.    


After pushing through the trees and series of towering plants, the group came across a wide clearing with nothing but a house at the center. 


It was a small hut with a chimney and thatched roof with brick and stone walls. A contrast to where it nestled, the house was pleasant looking and homey, like where fairy tales happened.


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