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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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[BONUS] Chapter 2/3

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"Should we clear dungeons and get firstblood or something?"

"Getting firstblood in this short amount of time wouldn't cut it. It's only a matter of weeks before the Guild War starts. Unless we can get five firstbloods in that short amount of time enough to make our names rang in their mouths. But it's more dangerous that way since getting firstblood meant getting items. And those items might do us harm than good."

Leonel took a large breath and released it through his nose in one blow. "So our option is limited?"

"Right now. Since all everyone talks about is the war."

"Then what should we do?" Leonel bit his thumb, worry thick in his voice, "I need money to make up for those thousands I lost in the restaurant."

"Who told you to treat those rich people?"

"It's because I thought they only eat pasta and bread. Who knows that they ordered a lot before we even arrived?"

"Serves you right."