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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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Dark Forces Arise: The Arrival of Azazel and the Seven Warlords           

As the thick, dark fog enveloped the scene, panic spread like wildfire among the gathered players. 

 

The once lively atmosphere of anticipation and bravado gave way to chaos and confusion as the suffocating mist seeped into every corner of wherever their eyes could see.

 

The fog, dense and impenetrable, seemed to swallow everything in its path, obscuring vision and leaving players disoriented and gasping for breath. 

 

Frantic cries echoed through the dimly lit underground, mingling with the sound of bodies hitting the ground as players collapsed, overcome by the noxious fumes.

 

"W-what's going on?!"

 

"Don't breathe the smog!"

 

"Is this World Conqueror's doing?"

 

The panic was palpable, a tangible presence that hung heavy in the air as players stumbled and tripped over one another in their desperate attempts to escape the fog.