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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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The Red Hills

"Bring us three gifts of great worth,

That all have, but none can own.

One is seen but never heard,

Grows trees and pales bone.

One is the Mother to give,

But shared freely by all.

One is the reason we live,

Or why we choose to fall."

"What this means, you must figure out on your own, though I am not certain if it will even work now that the monument has been corrupted." The druid grimaced then as if considering a difficult choice.

"There is another who may be of more aid. A drow . . . she lives alone near the hills to the south. Here is dark magic, so we steer clear of one another. If anyone knows about curses, it would be her."

When Kail'ithal didn't have any more information to give, Ren retrieved the poems from his inventory and gave them to her.

"Do you know this person?" Ren was hoping that she did because the signature on the poem seemed similar to her name.