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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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Misty Machinations        

As the echoes of her laughter lingered, Desira's obsidian eyes gleamed with a malevolent triumph, reveling in the unfolding drama that she had orchestrated.

Desira reveled in her cunningness, her dark laughter echoing through the desolate landscape. "Oh, how predictable you all are! Your feeble attempts at heroism were nothing more than a prelude to this exquisite moment of betrayal. Did you honestly believe you could navigate the intricacies of my realm unscathed? Your trust was your undoing, a weakness I exploited with precision. 

"Witness now the fruits of your own gullibility as you languish within the confines of my carefully crafted prison. Your friends' anguish, the despair etched on their faces, it's a masterpiece of manipulation. 

"I am the puppeteer, and you, my dear guests, are but marionettes dancing to the tune of my malevolence. Welcome to the culmination of your downfall."