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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!

"Lord Azazel and Hubrion have a very bad sense of direction. I was clueless. Lethargia is mostly asleep. Malifira kept arguing with Iraelyn. Avaris mostly just complains, and Desira is too busy with Lord Azazel's attention," Vivi recalled while chuckling. "We got lost most of the time."

Desira rolled her eyes. "You mean all the time. Luckily, I'm smart, so I easily memorized the paths from how many times we got lost and stuck in here."

Desira's face then contorted into a fierce scowl, and she shivered. "Just remembering it made me want to smack everyone's head, except for Lord Azazel, of course. We even got stuck here for years. Luckily, Avaris hoarded food."

Avaris shivered too. "Don't make me remember those times you tortured me just so I could share my treasured, rare foods with you. Until now, I get depressed from losing those foods and traumatized just at the mention of it."

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