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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!

"Hey, where's Azazel?" Elena asked, and they realized that Azazel was nowhere to be found.

"Where is Lord Azazel?" Vivi was equally bewildered as well.

"Lord Azazel?!" Desira shouted, voice filled with worry.

"There he is . . ." Evie pointed towards a spinning figure who was leaping and flying through the rocks, aiming for the enemy's general.

Infernal was occupied with Iraelyn, and he didn't notice another variable coming his way. With a powerful punch connecting to his jaw, he was sent flying into the air before crashing against the rocks.

Azazel let out a sharp roar as angry veins popped on his face. "DON'T HURT MY FRIENDS!"

His cry resonated through the battlefield, a jarring sound that reached every corner, causing a momentary pause in the intense battle.

Molten Confrontation