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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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Contemplations and Confrontations          

On the way home, Ren opted to take a leisurely stroll through the city streets, allowing the rhythm of his footsteps to clear his mind and provide space for contemplation.

 

Walking proved therapeutic, offering Ren a chance to reflect on many aspects of his life. 

 

Fortunately, his enhanced body showed remarkable resilience to the scorching temperatures, enabling him to amble around as if it were just a typical spring day.

 

As he walked, Ren mulled over the idea of sharing Joker and Angelica's revelations with the others. 

 

Perhaps demonstrating his abilities would help to convince them, he thought.

 

After all, they trusted him implicitly, knowing that he was not one to joke about serious matters, even if the information bordered on the realm of incredulity.