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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!

Back in the game, Ren found himself in the same spot from where he was forced to log out.


Isolde was there too, and she immediately went to him, overshadowing Princess Elena's queries. 


"Ren! I heard you were hospitalized. Are you sure you should be playing the game right now?" Isolde asked, her voice filled with worry.


"I'm fine. It's just a simple of taking my meal and vitamins. Nothing serious," Ren reassured her, trying to downplay the situation. He quickly changed the subject, eager to catch up on the game's progress. "Anyway, did the story advance while I was away?"


Isolde fixed a serious gaze on Ren, fully aware of his stubborn nature. She knew that pushing him further on the topic would only make him more stubborn, so she decided to let go of the matter with a wry sigh.


"Ah . . . that." Isolde scratched her head, recalling what happened. "When I got here and spoke with the Princess and the Prince, all they said was that we should wait for you, and that's it."


Veiled in Frost