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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!

Elena stepped forward, her voice firm with determination. "We're here to put an end to your reign, Russet. You won't get away with your treachery any longer."


Russet let out a mocking laugh, her eyes narrowing in amusement. "Oh, how noble of you, my dear Princess. But you see, I have all the power here. Your little band of misfits is no match for me in my territory."


Prince Zeroth gritted his teeth, his grip on his sword tightening. "I know that you've captured Princess Elaine. Where is she?"


Russet's eyes widened a little upon the sight of the Prince. "Even the Prince of Drow is here."


Russet's smirk widened as she leaned back on her throne, reveling in their defiance. "Oh, how amusing. It seems you still don't understand that you walk into a trap."


When she finished her words, she gestured with her hands, and from the shadows came in soldiers and . . . players. 


Not just any players . . . Ren was very familiar with them. It was White Unicorn and Guns and Knives. 


The Face Off