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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!

As sweat trickled down Azazel's face, he observed the approaching soldiers, well aware of the limitations imposed by his diminished form and the scarcity of mana and power.

"I wouldn't last long against this many demons and devils in my current state," Azazel reflected inwardly. "I owe my chances of survival to Nori releasing Ren and the others."

Taking a deep breath, he grinned, "Well, everything's going to work out in the end." He laughed.

The soldiers rapidly closed in, their menacing expressions revealing their intent to kill.

Azazel gulped and added, "I hope."

With magic at the ready and a common knife in hand, Azazel clashed with the soldiers, unleashing bursts of energy that illuminated the darkening sky.

Azazel dove into the chaos, his instincts overriding any inclination to hesitate. Fear and the notion of retreating from a fight were not part of his inherent nature.

Unyielding Spirit