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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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A Guilds Meeting

Inside Beatrix's mansion, loud voices rang in all corners of the study room.

Beatrix was hysterical and dramatically pointed at herself. "It's not my fault! Why are you taking all that money that's supposed to belong to me?"

She couldn't contain her emotions when facing the holograms sitting on the long table. To begin with, she was not the calm type.

"It's because you lost those items that are worth the prize money. Don't you understand the consequences of your actions? Don't you understand how much money we lost because of your negligence?!"

"What are you talking about? This is my guild! I made this. You all have no right to call me names and dictate me on what to do."

"Apparently, sweetheart," an elderly lady chimed in. "The moment you took our money. This guild is good as ours. Your percentage in Ferocious Ravens is only twenty percent."

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