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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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Guild Wars: Fight for Victory! 8

On the stage, Roaring Tigers and Fighting Lambs would face off against their hardest opponent yet. Everyone's eyes were on their fight. Curiosity and excitement got the best of the audience, for this was a high-profile match with a nameless guild against a very popular and powerful one.

Millions were at stake, and the whole world was watching.

Six against four. Numbers against skills. Who would win?!

As the seconds burned, Leonel and Roxy felt like they were heading toward their grave as they waited for Black Lion to come on stage.

"My eyes are sweating," groaned Leonel, panic pulsing against his words as he wiped the perspiration from his palms. Why was this game so damn realistic? He felt like the sweat on his armpits were enough to fill a bucket.

Roxy seconded. Her anxiety rose up, clutching her throat. Dread was drying her mouth. It shortened her breath. "One hundred percent of my fear is in my legs now."

Ren huffed a chuckle. "Fear is often greater than the danger itself."