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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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914 Chs

Fight and Flight 

[BONUS] Chapter left = 6 🤣

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"How about you, dears? Do you want to be the version of yourself that you want to be?"

The Orcs roared, baring their teeth and tusks while some were getting cold feet at the turn of events. The Old Orcs knew the tales of old about the Old Hag, while the younger generations lacked the teaching from their parents about the dangers of aggravating the cynical Old Witch.

"Don't listen to a word it said," Orakh warned, "Failure to mistake her kooky nature for benevolence is a mistake you don't live to repeat . . . so keep your guard up in her presence.

"No worries . . . I like my body as it is," Ren said meaningfully.

Ren saw how Orakh's face changed from seriousness to confusion and dread. The head warrior Orc was silent while his team was arguing with the Old Hag.

"Hmm . . . if you're not here to ask for your wish . . . then . . ." The Old Hag paused, hanging her sentence on purpose before she snickered and pointed her ladle against them.