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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 and Elena confronted the Thief. The warehouse was roughly 50 x 50 meters and was lit by moonlight braziers, most of which had gone out. Wooden carts and carriages filled the warehouse, creating several walls within.


At the back of the warehouse was Lydia El'Ranatoth, wearing the stolen slippers. Lydia was currently dancing the ballet while violently gasping and heaving. She looked ragged and exhausted. Her feet were bleeding.


She begged Ren and Elena as soon as she spotted them, "P-please . . . make the dancing stop!" she huffed.  


Lydia explained the situation, catching her breath every few seconds. "I planned to curse the Queen using a magic scroll I acquired in the market, then return the cursed slippers in the hopes that they'd be given to the Queen and that she'd be cursed upon putting them on. Unfortunately, the curse backfired on me. Now, I am trapped in here, wearing this cursed slippers which are forcing me to dance until I die."


The Second Task