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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!

Forced to log out from the game, Ren shot out from the pod and picked up his phone to call Leonel, so they could meet up in his unit to talk about what happened.


Ren found it hard to believe that there would be players who could kill Isolde, much less Leonel.


Eventually, Leonel, Ren, and Evie met up in Ren's place.


"Agh . . . what happened, huh . . ." Leonel started, scratching his head. "To be honest, I don't really remember."


Ren wanted to smack his head. Maybe that would shake his brain a little.


Didn't he know that this was important?


"Did you meet Dracula?" asked Evie. "Or a mini-boss?"


Ren was really hoping for him to say yes.


Leonel thought for a moment before he shook his head. "No. It was a player."


Leonel didn't think much about it. His reasoning was that — he had 500 ATP. If he had that kind of ATP, then there was bound to be someone who had the same ATP as well.


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