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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 the dark hearts descended upon the rebels, a surreal scene unfolded. The once-ferocious warriors succumbed to the insidious influence of their desires.

Hallucinations enveloped their minds, and a blissful haze replaced the determination in their eyes. Hearts materialized on their faces, a visible manifestation of their deepest longings.

Slumping to the ground, the rebels found themselves lost in a world of illusions, ensnared by their own fantasies.

Desira's powers, rather than causing harm, delved into the core of their desires, exploiting vulnerabilities that lingered in the recesses of their subconscious.

Azazel understood the calculated mercy in Desira's actions and said, "Thanks."

Desira flung her hair to the side and crossed her hands. "Be thankful that Lord Azazel is merciful. Know that raising your weapons in front of him means death the next time."

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