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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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[BONUS]

Eventually, Ren and the others broke away from the armies after the meeting was adjourned. From all oddity, Sebastian came with them.

It must be because of Evie's quest with Meriyaah that the centaur was sticking to them like glue. Maybe he was comfortable within a group that they have common acquantance rather than stayed in the army without knowing a single soul.

That was even better news to Ren, for it guaranteed that Sebastian would prioritize healing them over the others.

"Isn't it safer in the armies?" Ragnar asked Ren when they broke out of the circle of shields and spears. Almost all the players were staring at them.

Ren and the others found themselves as the focus of baleful intent in a form of fixated, unsettling stares with homicidal designs that sought their end.

"Ren," called Dimitri of Fate Alliance Guild. He approached Ren with a handful of players, enough to intimidate them with numbers.