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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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Almost Found Out

"Mister. You really sounded like the Ren, I know!"

". . ." Ren almost shut Nikolai's mouth with his palms, but that would only make it so obvious.

"The Ren, you know?" questioned Leonel.

"Ah." Sumeri laughed a little. "He's talking about the player he met. In fact, you were together with him," she said to Silvia.

"Are you talking about Ren in a hood with a pet?" Silvia asked, and Nikolai vigorously nodded his head.

Silvia looked Ren straight in the eyes, and the latter didn't avert his gaze no matter what. It was a good thing that Evie was gone or things would get complicated. But that didn't stop the sweat tickling on the curve of Ren's spine.

This was why he didn't want his Merchant self to associate with players. Now his past actions were hunting him.

Under scrutinizing gazes, Ren held his ground.

"What are they talking about?" Leonel asked Ren.

Ren shrugged and lied, "I don't know."

While Ragnar chuckled behind his glass of wine and Ren cut him a glare.