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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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Lying sprawled on his bed, Ren's eyes remained fixed on the glowing numbers displayed on his virtual account.

It was as if he was trapped in a daze, his mind struggling to comprehend the staggering rewards he had received for successfully completing the Quest and achieving the elusive [True Ending].

The opening of the Fey Realm had unleashed a flood of riches into his possession.

Lamir's expert manipulation had worked wonders, masterfully raising the prices of the items Ren had auctioned.

The sheer magnitude of wealth that now lay at his fingertips was awe-inspiring, yet even this remarkable fortune seemed insufficient.

Ren's eyes scanned the digits, his mind calculating and recalculating. He could probably buy a small island with the amount of money he had, or more . . . but it was still not enough.

Two weeks. That was the ticking countdown he had left to amass the funds required to secure Evie's freedom.