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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!

The mere thought of it sent a wave of dread coursing through Ren, a gnawing sensation that threatened to consume him whole.

Could it truly be possible? Were those once familiar faces now twisted into monstrous forms, haunting the corridors of their own home?

The unsettling possibility lingered in Ren's thoughts, casting a shadow over his already troubled mind. He squeezed his eyes shut, as if by blocking out the world, he could also shut out the harrowing images that plagued him.

But try as he might, Ren couldn't shake the gnawing uncertainty that gripped him.

What had become of Leonel's family? Of him?

The questions swirled in Ren's mind, tormenting him with their unanswered implications.

"They must be imposters," Ren murmured to himself, his words a feeble attempt to rationalize the inexplicable. "Some sort of creatures capable of mimicking human form."

A Heart's Last Cry