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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!

"Muh," Elena pouted, her gaze shifting to Pamela. "And where are you going?"

Pamela flinched, her mind racing for an excuse. With a forced laugh, she replied, "Uhm . . . toilet?"

"You're not going anywhere," Elena declared firmly, grabbing Pamela's hand and deftly attaching a vine-like bracelet around her wrist.

Pamela's eyes widened in surprise as she inspected the intricate design of the bracelet. At least it was pretty, but that was hardly the issue at hand here!

She attempted to remove it, but Elena dismissed her struggles with a nonchalant wave. "That won't come off your wrist until I say so."

"Guk. You can't do this to me! I'm a goddess, and you're just mere souls! You're out of bounds here!" Pamela protested, her voice rising in frustration. But a stern look from Ren silenced her protests.

The Storm: Unveiling Smiling Town