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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 Epiphany

There were many scenarios in Evie's mind on how her plans would work. But she never guessed that the one who would let her in the Group was the Man she was sent to investigate.

What's wrong with everyone in this guild? Why were they so nice? Evie couldn't help but think to herself.

In Scar's guild, she only got to be a cannon fodder. The men eyed her as nothing but a pretty face, the muse of the party, while the women just batted their eyelids. While everyone else was busy getting ahead of each other, competing with one another for a contract.

So having to be treated differently in some guild she was tasked to spy on was . . . really overwhelming –– the guilt, that is.

Evie eyed the Man in the hood. Prying for his face, but she couldn't see anything beyond the darkness of his cloak.