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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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The Chieftain, Sharina

Ren swallowed his excitement, holding his cool.

The brightly colored tents were adorned with feathers and furs. Fabrics were woven into patterns, dancing in colors and symbols. There were herds of towering beasts, some domesticated while some were bred to aid the hunters. And beyond the walls were all kinds of gigantic beasts moving in the mist, each the size of a fortress.

The volcano at a distance, known as Blood Mountain, casted smog in the sky with its thick smoke and intimidating height.

Music, harps, pipes, songs, chatters, and growls were all the noises in the background. The smell of flowers, dump trees, and soil, the warmth of the burning fire, and the tang of magic mingled with the musk of beasts on the prowl and rot in the wind percolated in the area.