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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 sighed in relief as he savored a hearty meal in the bar. "You really saved us back there. I thought we were done for."

Lorelai was nursing a bottle of beer, and retorted, "And whose fault was it that we almost bit the dust?"

Apologizing with a grin that betrayed no remorse, Desira nonchalantly admitted, "My bad. Oops."

However, any semblance of sorry wasn't on her face as Desira clung to Azazel, her expression lacking the remorse her words suggested. She seemed utterly lovestruck, rubbing her cheeks against Azazel's arm like an overenthusiastic cat.

Vivi, not one to mince words, took a swig of her beer. "Hey, Desira, could you maybe not squeeze Lord Azazel as if you're trying to suffocate him?"

Completely oblivious to the comment, Desira only tightened her hold on Azazel, declaring, "Suffocate him with my love! Kya!"

Elena was observing the spectacle, and turned to Vivi and asked, "Is he always subjected to this?"

Love, Potions, and Jealousy