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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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Shadows Unleashed      

 

Arcs of crackling energy danced between her fingertips, illuminating the battlefield with a dazzling display of light.

 

Desira unleashed her magic upon the angels, the force of her spell crashing into them with the fury of a raging storm.

 

The air crackled with energy as the angels faltered under the onslaught, their once-impenetrable defenses crumbling before the might of Desira's magic.

 

As the dust settled, the hammer angels stood no more, reduced to nothing but wisps of smoke and ash that scattered upon the wind.

 

Desira and the others watched as the last remnants of the hammer angels faded into oblivion, their spirits soaring with the exhilaration of victory.

 

But as they turned their gaze towards Nyxos, they found no hint of surprise or dismay upon his impassive visage.

 

Instead, his expression remained unchanged, as if the defeat of his Hammer Angels meant nothing to him.