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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!

Ren didn't bother to reply. More like he couldn't come up with a reply, for the Princess's throw was harsher than an Orcs, and he lost consciousness the moment his head hit the hard road. He also suffered blunt damage, and despite his high DEF, his HP went to two digits.


"Agh! Ren!" Elena was quick to feel guilty and kneeled beside Ren, healing his HP. Thank the wise mother she didn't kill him.


Carefully, she placed Ren's head over her lap and waited for him to open his eyes. All creatures that passed by them didn't put them in their eyes like they were invisible.


Elena didn't pay them any mind either. She was focused on studying Ren's face, and before she knew it, she was softly caressing his fringe to the side and uttered in a low voice, "She must be his special someone, like Zeroth to me . . ."


On her shoulder, Tiki slithered its tongue and nuzzled its tiny lizard head against her soft cheeks.


Encounters in the Hedgegrove 2