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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!

MiuNovels · Games
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914 Chs

Satyr in Love

Elena smiled. "Actually, I was thinking we could set up a little poetry reading at the local tavern. We'll invite all the cute shopkeepers and bachelors in town, and you can perform some of your best work. It'll be a great way to get to know people and show off your talents."

Beau's eyes widened. "That's . . . that's a great idea! I've got a few pieces I've been working on that I think would be perfect. And maybe, just maybe, I'll finally be able to find someone who appreciates me for who I am."

"Sounds like a plan. Let's get to work."

The tavern they chose was a small, cozy place with wooden tables and chairs and a warm fire crackling in the fireplace. The walls were adorned with various hunting trophies and old paintings, giving the place a rustic and homey feel.

But despite the inviting ambiance, the place was nearly empty. A few regulars sat at the bar, nursing their drinks and chatting amongst themselves, but there was no sign of any cute shopkeepers or bachelors.