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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!

[WARNING! You're going to enter STORY MODE! In this mode, the actions and choices you make will decide the fate of this realm]

"Story Mode?" Evie murmured, furrowing her brows in confusion as she exchanged puzzled glances with Ren.

They had already been embroiled in what felt like a grand narrative back on the surface, so the concept of something different was intriguing.

Ren scratched his head, deep in thought, pondering the meaning of this sudden shift.

The term was missing something, and he couldn't quite grasp the distinction between the differences between this mode and what he had been doing back on the surface.

"Hey, Ren," Elena piped up, gently tugging at his clothes to draw his attention. Her voice held a note of urgency as she pointed into the distance. "There's someone running in our direction."

In the dimly lit surroundings, Elena's outstretched finger guided Ren's gaze to a shadowy figure dashing toward them.

Netherworld