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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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Evie’s Identity  

[BONUS]

"Father . . ."

At Evie's words, Ren stared at her in shock before he flicked his attention to the man again.

"Mr. Frizkiel. I have honored the laws and rules of this country. It was time you honor yours," Ragnar said in a formal voice.

Frizkiel? Ren rummaged his memory about that familiar name. And when he did, he bit back a gasp because if he was right, it was an old aristocratic family who ruled an entire island, an entire country named Frizkiel in the far north.

Then that meant that . . . Ren whipped his eyes at Evie, and the latter was seriously looking at her father, never meeting his eyes.

Was Evie royalty?

Marcus Frizkiel raised his hand, and all the men lowered their weapons and stood guard at the side.

Without acknowledging Ren's presence like he was invisible, he addressed Evie and said with a commanding tone, "It's time to go home, Evangeline. You have been gone long enough.