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MMORPG: Rebirth as an Alchemist

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!

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A vacation

Chapter 436: A vacation

The White Island was a beach resort and was one of the most popular tourist attractions for the wealthy — that much was obvious since no one could reach the island without a boat or a helicopter.

And, of course, that transportation was private. It was not possible to commute to the island.

Calling it a tourist destination was a bit too much, given that there were a limited number of people who could afford to go there, let alone pay for accommodations.

It was in the middle of nowhere, surrounded by ocean water on all sides.

Few buildings were erected on the island, but most of them were private rest houses of the wealthy and powerful. There was only one hotel building on the entire island to accommodate visitors.

A handful of the staff lived on the island year-round to maintain the place, and most would stay for just a couple of weeks at a time.