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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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Numian Plants

"Hey! You there! Are you a player?"

Ren looked over at the group of players. There were . . . many of them. At least, more than fifty if he was counting heads.

They were from Great Dynasty, and he even saw Roni amongst the group. The guy seemed like a distant memory, but since Ren was petty enough, he wouldn't just forget about Roni's debt.

However, Ren had other matters that were more important, so he wouldn't bother with Roni right now.

Besides, based on Roni's gear and constipated face, he looked like he was already suffering without his intervention.

"Hey! I'm talking to you," said Hugo, the leader of the Great Dynasty.

Ren didn't have the time for this. He went on his feet, and Pii curled around his neck. He was about to leave when the group surrounded him.

"I'm asking you a question. Are you a player or NPC?"

"He looked like an NPC?"

"Is he a herbalist? He's carrying one of those bags those guys wore when foraging grass."

"Do you have a quest for us?"