MMORPG: REBORN MARK ADVENTURE IN ONLINE GAME

Raven navigated through the bustling streets of Viles Town, ignoring the ongoing player complaints about the Sprent Dungeon. His goal was clear—the Alchemy Center.

The moment he stepped inside, the air changed. Unlike the chaotic town square, the Alchemy Center was eerily calm, its walls lined with shelves filled with potion vials, rare herbs, and mysterious ingredients glowing under dim candlelight. The scent of crushed herbs and bubbling liquids lingered in the air.

A receptionist, an NPC dressed in scholar's robes, glanced at him.

> "Welcome to the Alchemy Center. How may I assist you?"

Raven didn't hesitate.

> "I need a private room for five hours."

The NPC nodded.

> "That will be 50 silver."

Without a word, Raven retrieved the coins and placed them on the counter. The metallic sound of stacked silver echoed through the hall.

The Shocked Players

Nearby, several players overheard the transaction. Their casual conversations died instantly as their heads snapped toward Raven.

> "F-Fifty silver?! Did I hear that right?!"

> "No way. Most of us barely have three silver, and this guy just dropped fifty like it's nothing?!"

> "Who is this guy? A rich guild backer?"

A few even whispered among themselves.

> "He must be part of some top guild."

> "Yeah, no way a solo player has that much money this early."

Unbeknownst to them, Raven's bank treasury held 30 gold after coming out of posion cave he got good loot—a staggering amount compared to the average player's 3 silver at most. While others struggled with equipment repairs, dungeon entry fees, and basic item costs, Raven had enough to casually spend 50 silver on a private alchemy room without flinching.

To them, he looked like a wealthy elite player—one who had connections, backing, or absurd grinding efficiency.

Of course, the truth was much simpler.

He had knowledge from the future.

The Private Room

A key was handed to him, and he proceeded toward the private alchemy chamber. The room was small but well-equipped—a sturdy worktable, alchemy tools, and a magic-fueled burner for brewing.

Raven locked the door behind him.

> Five hours. That should be enough to refine my next move.

While others fumbled through the game's early challenges, he was already preparing for what came next.

Raven set down his bag and pulled out the necessary ingredients—Sprent Venom Glands, Bitterroot Extract, and Alkahest Solution. These were the key components needed to craft a Poison Resistance Potion.

He placed them in the alchemy burner, carefully controlling the flame as the mixture began to bubble. The goal was simple: refine a potion that could resist the Sprent Dungeon boss's poison mist. If he could make even a low-grade version, it would give him an edge in the fight.

But reality was harsh.

First Attempt – Failure.

The mixture turned dark green and emitted a foul stench before the liquid curdled into a useless sludge.

Second Attempt – Failure.

The potion boiled too fast, evaporating half the mixture before he could stabilize it.

Third Attempt – Failure.

A crack formed in the glass vial as the unstable liquid exploded into a weak gas, forcing him to cover his mouth and step back.

Raven clenched his fists.

> Tch. I thought I had the formula right.

For a moment, frustration crept in. He wasn't used to failure. In his past life, alchemy had been second nature to him—but now, he was back at square one. His proficiency was too low, his muscle memory wasn't perfect, and his current resources were far worse than what he had in the future.

But then he closed his eyes.

Breathed in.

Exhaled slowly.

> Calm down. Think.

Alchemy wasn't about brute force or rushing. It was about control.

The failures weren't the problem—his impatience was.

He adjusted his posture, steadied his hands, and took a moment to recalculate the heat, timing, and stirring speed.

Then, with a calmer mind, he tried again.

Raven wiped the sweat off his brow as he steadied his breath. His previous failures had been frustrating, but now—finally—the potion had formed correctly.

He held up the glass vial, watching the green liquid swirl inside. Unlike the murky sludge from before, this potion had a faint luminescence, a sign of proper refinement. A system notification appeared before him:

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[Refinement Successful!]

[You have crafted a Low-Grade Poison Resistance Potion.]

Item: Low-Grade Poison Resistance Potion

➤ Type: Consumable – Alchemy Potion

➤ Effect: Reduces poison damage by 15% for 5 minutes

➤ Weight: 0.3 kg

➤ Side Effects: Slight fatigue (-2% Stamina Recovery for 10 minutes)

➤ Usage Restriction: Can be stacked up to 3 times (Maximum 45% resistance)

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Raven's eyes scanned the stats.

15% resistance wasn't much, but if he stacked three potions, he could reduce poison damage by nearly half.

5-minute duration meant he'd have to use them wisely in battle.

The -2% stamina recovery was a small drawback but nothing crippling.

> Not bad for my first successful refinement.

This potion wouldn't make him immune to the Sprent Dungeon boss's Poison Mist, but it would give him enough breathing room to survive longer than other players.

Alchemy Mastery Progress

Another notification popped up:

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[Alchemy Proficiency Increased!]

Alchemy (Novice) – Level 1 → Level 2

Progress: 45/300 EXP

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His skill had improved, but the experience gain was slow. Mastering alchemy would take time.

Raven wasn't worried.

Now that he had successfully refined one potion, the process would get easier. With each attempt, his efficiency would increase, his failures would decrease, and soon…

> I'll be making Mid-Grade potions.