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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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Ren’s Plan  

Inside Maze Forest, a cooling breeze swept the area with an earthly freshness. A dew speckles spider web slung between two plants glinted and twinkled as it caught the sun while some forest creature flitting from tree to tree.

Hubert was minding his store while he was engrossed in his inventions. There was no customer this day except the usual, Ren and his friends, but Hubert didn't mind the slow business.

Sooner or later, players would pour into the place. There was no question about that.

Hubert was entirely focused on what he was doing, and the tiny gnome wasn't minding the ruckus of his neighbors on the other side of the wall.

They had been noisy since they arrived. Hubert was used to it and had learned to ignore them. As long as they cleaned the place, they had no problems. The noise of their activity felt dull on his ears anyway, the echoes swallowed by the surrounding vegetation.

Until the peace was disturbed by Leonel's loud roar.