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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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To Get the Mask 3

[BONUS]

The mission to get the true ending for Sharina's quest began at the clan fire. The funeral for Sharina's son, Draki, was still ongoing.

The huts and tents were empty as everyone gathered at the clan fire to mourn. The only Orcs who weren't in the fire were two guards posted on the gates and two scouts guarding the ten of the Chieftain's injured daughter.

The dying clan fire snapped at the sky as the stars swirled above. Zukulum raised her knotty hands, and the wailing clan went silent. They had been mourning for Draki and all the tribe members who died all morning.

By the fire, Sharina's face was frozen in a stone mask of grief. Her expression was grim and rigid as she stared into the fire. She hadn't uttered a word since Draki died. She had sent messengers to bring back hunters and scouts to track down the Night Thing, a beast that injured her daughter and killed her son.