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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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War Drums of the Underworld: Orcus's Wrath Unleashed          

[WARNING! Filler Chapter!]

Ragnar, Sumeri, Nikolai, and Hubrion

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From the myriad of failures etched into the fabric of his countless schemes, Orcus had gleaned little value from the incessant chatter of the living.

 

Even his fellow demons couldn't anticipate more than imminent demise when going against Orcus, regardless of their noble intentions.

 

Social interaction was a begrudging necessity for the old demon, reserved only for dire circumstances.

 

The exertion required to communicate with the living was a draining ordeal, an irritating inconvenience that left Orcus yearning for solitude.

 

Those who dared engage him in conversation knew to keep their words succinct and to the point, for Orcus had scant patience for idle banter.

 

Hubrion, understanding this well, kept his discourse brief.