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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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Embrace the Darkness      

A heavy tension settled over the room as her words hung in the air. 

Ren, Lorelai, and Vivi exchanged uneasy glances. 

Before anyone could voice their thoughts, Desira's once-beautiful form began to transform, warping into a grotesque visage that defied comprehension.

Her skin, once smooth and radiant, now contorted into a dry, wrinkled facade, clinging to the skeletal framework beneath. 

Her eyes, once vibrant and full of life, hollowed into dark voids that seemed to absorb the very essence of the room. Strange tattoos adorned her ashen skin, glowing in an array of colors that cut through the darkness.

Ugly thorns sprouted from her head, forming a twisted crown that spoke of both power and decay. 

The room itself seemed to react to this transformation, the flora dimming in response to the unnatural aura that now emanated from Desira.