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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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Divine Retribution      

"I shall now pass judgment," the Angel declared, his voice echoing with divine authority. "Death!"

 

The atmosphere crackled with tension as the Angel prepared for battle, his presence radiating an aura of divine power. 

 

Ren and Evie stood firm, their weapons at the ready, ready to face this celestial opponent.

 

But before they could make a move, a thunderous battle cry erupted from the players who had rushed into the scene. 

 

Their voices echoed with excitement and determination as they charged forward, their eyes alight with the prospect of claiming first blood from what they believed to be a world boss.

 

"Get ready, Evie," Ren said. "We'll use these players as fodders and chip away the Angel's HP."

 

Evie nodded, her grip on her staff tightening. "Got it."

 

Ren smiled faintly. "Here they come."