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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!

MiuNovels · Games
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City of Temptations          

As Ren and the group observed the demons and devils populating the bustling streets of Sin City, the initial façade of jubilation began to crumble upon closer scrutiny. 

At first glance, the denizens of this otherworldly metropolis wore smiles that betrayed a sense of ecstatic satisfaction. 

Yet, as the group's eyes hovered over the faces of the seemingly cheerful beings, they discerned a deeper truth etched into their expressions.

Despite the outward appearance of revelry, the demons and devils exhibited an underlying weariness that transcended mere physical fatigue. 

Shadows clung to their eyes like heavy burdens, and lines of exhaustion etched intricate patterns on their once alluring faces. 

The vibrant glow that initially adorned them now seemed tainted, as if the very essence of their vitality had been drained away.

The frenetic pace of the city only accentuated the apparent fatigue etched into every demonic countenance.