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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!

Azazel's expression turned serious. "Don't judge her because she has done awful things. There's a reason behind it."

The group, their faces now serious, waited for Azazel to elaborate.

Azazel nodded. "She suffered from extreme hunger before I founded her, and dying of hunger is one of the worst ways to go. So her love for food and hoarding it stemmed from that."

Ren and the others exchanged glances.

"But it's not a reason to do what she did to these lands," Lorelai insisted.

Azazel agreed, "True." He then gave them a beguiling look. "But, like I said, everything has an explanation."

"And what is that explanation?" Ren asked.

Azazel was about to respond when they felt the air grow colder, and the ominous energy intensified. As they approached the heart of the fortress, Voraxa's presence loomed like a palpable force.

The Sweet Taste of Betrayal