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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 comment. He was thinking about his plans. Now that Pii was known and discovered, there was no going back.


Sooner or later, everyone would know that he was Ren. Like he always said to himself, 'There's no secret that remained secret.' This saying saved him countless times in the past. It allowed him to prepare for future troubles. To not be safe in his comfort zone and always be alert to what may come his way.


"By the way," Elena nudged Ren, "You didn't tell me that you have a very cute pet." She scratched little Pii's chin, and the latter purred under her caress.


"Pii, was it? An amazing pet. Would you–"


Elena pouted. "I haven't even said anything."


"I know the meaning of that glint in your eyes and that concerning grin on your lips."


Elena made a face. "How rude. I was just going to ask that . . . if you can lend . . ."


The Dinner Party