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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!

"What are we going to do?" Isolde whispered into Ren's ear.


"Let's look around and see if we can find anything of value," Ren replied in a hushed voice. Since the fey in the room seemed to be ignoring them, they decided to take advantage of the opportunity to search for loot.


During their 10-minute search, they discovered rare ingredients and precious spices, amounting to a total worth of 45,000 gil. It seemed like a successful endeavor until suddenly, a group of unseelie fey appeared through a portal, catching them by surprise.


The battle erupted, and the previously non-combatant NPCs scattered in fear. 


Ren and the others sprang into action, their movements swift and precise as they engaged the unseelie fey. 


Isolde's rattling gun roared, sending explosive projectiles tearing through the enemy ranks. 


Elena's magic crackled, freezing some of the attackers in their tracks. 


Prince Zeroth wielded his blade with deadly grace, striking down foes with each swing.


The Unseelie Court