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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!

Ragnar and Serius couldn't reach a conclusion, and both decided that it was best to end the call, least they wanted to argue all night long.


Serius was keen on making it harder for Ren, while Ragnar didn't want to be a part of it. Neither side back down. The only thing they achieved was the rising of their blood.


Ultimately, the older man realized that he couldn't change Ragnar's mind. He decided he would discuss the matter again with Ragnar's parents.


Good luck with that. Ragnar thought and resumed looking at the wide screen of his PC. He couldn't wait to enter COVENANT.


Rather, why was Silvia taking so long? They should be having dinner about now, and it was almost nine in the evening.


Ragnar fished his phone and was about to dial her number when his office door flung open and came in Silvia. She was donned in a white bodycon dress over a silver fur blazer. Her six inches pump shoes were tick-tocking on the floor while her lux golden hair bounced with her every step.


Ragnar and Silvia