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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!

"Am I not sufficiently attractive?! Sexy enough?! Is my power not appealing?! I stand among the mightiest demons in the Netherworld! I possess all the qualities that demons desire. But why?! Why couldn't he perceive me as a woman?

"I have done everything that I could to get him to see me as a romantic interest! I have tried everything by the book and even unconventional means, but none of it was effective on him!

"It would have been better if he had just accepted my feelings and rejected me, rather than being oblivious and giving me signs to continue pursuing him! I wouldn't be this hurt if he had just acknowledged my feelings and rejected me!"

Desira let out an anguished, desolate scream that echoed in all corners, like a wolf mourning under the moon.

No one knew what Azazel was thinking under the shadow of his lowered face.

Echoes of Unseen Power