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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!

"What in Heaven's name are you saying?! Don't you know that going in there and seeking the Goddess of Gossip is a sin, and you could get excommunicated for it?!" Pamela exclaimed, her voice laced with disbelief and fear.

"Yeah, so?" Desira responded nonchalantly, unaffected by Pamela's warning.

"I hope that these enemies coming at us are strong or it wouldn't be a challenge at all," Iraelyn chimed in, her eagerness for battle evident in her tone.

"Let's just hope that they're not too strong. I don't want to waste my precious resources on them after all," Malifira commented, beaming.

"Are there a lot of food where we're going?" Vivi asked, her thoughts drifting to more mundane matters.

"I hope there's a sauna. Colder places tend to have those," Elena hoped, her mind already envisioning the comforts of a hot spring.

Trapped in a Tangle of Misfits