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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 will you trade for this information?" Whispera inquired, her eyes gleaming with anticipation as she leaned forward, a smirk playing on her lips.

Ren frowned, his brows knitting together in confusion. "You want us to pay? After we have saved you from that ice?"

"That is that. This is this," Whispera replied, her tone nonchalant as she idly traced circles in the air with her finger.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Ren pressed, a hint of frustration creeping into his voice.

"It was Pamela who led you here. It had nothing to do with me. I didn't ask to be freed by you in the first place, so I owe you nothing," Whispera explained with a shrug, her gaze flickering to Pamela, who shifted uncomfortably under the weight of everyone's stares.

Pamela stuttered, her voice barely above a whisper as she pleaded, "B-benevolent goddess, master, please consider this plea from them. Do it for me, please."

The Veiled One