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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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Shadows of Despair         

In the heart of the City of Sin, the neon lights flickered above the bustling streets, casting an otherworldly glow on the sidewalks below. 

Amidst the lively chaos, Elena and Evie followed young Liam out of the bar after witnessing a tense altercation between him and his father.

The air was thick with the scent of alcohol and a mix of various street foods, creating a sensory overload that contrasted sharply with the emotional heaviness hanging in the air. 

As they caught up with Liam, his small frame seemed even more vulnerable against the backdrop of the city's vibrant yet unforgiving atmosphere.

Elena gently placed a hand on Liam's shoulder, offering a comforting squeeze. "Hey, it's okay. We're here for you."

Evie knelt down to his eye level, her expression softening. "Your dad didn't mean those things. Sometimes, people say things they don't really mean when they've had too much to drink. It's not your fault."