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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!

"Stop fighting among yourselves and focus on Jibblinplip," thundered Sebastian, as if he hadn't killed hundreds of players with a single blow. 


Everyone backed away from Ren's group. No one could process what just happened. Even Ren was shocked to see Sebastian protecting them, although he was just probably protecting Evie. But no matter the reason, it was good news to them.


Not minding the horrified faces of the players, Sebastian then proceeded to explain, "Tendrils have now descended from Jibblinplip towards the heart of the world." Its obsidian eyes changed into swirls of colors like the galaxy as if he could see something that others couldn't.


"Those tendrils have snaked down through the ocean and into the ground below. Each of them carries a seed of the Ooze's central mass, seeking to implant it into the core of the world and make it its new heart. When that happens, the world that we know of will be no more."


Two Apocalypse