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I Became a Formula Master in a Real-World MMORPG (After My Account hac

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He was a top-tier bug bounty hunter — not the combat kind, but the kind that tore digital worlds apart by discovering glitches no one else could. Every few months, when he ran out of cash, he’d casually sell off game-breaking exploits to the devs for a hefty reward. But one day, his account in MythBorn Online gets hacked, wiped clean, and he’s forced to start over. His new class? Formula Master — a non-combat, “useless” role typically assigned to NPCs. Worse, it’s categorized under consumption classes like Farmers and Shopkeepers. A dead end. Or so he thought. Unlike other classes, his didn’t have a level cap. No progression limit. No known skill trees. It wasn’t meant to fight — it was meant to break the system. Armed with unreported bugs and loopholes only he knew, he starts bending the very code of reality in a now half-real world. What starts as revenge quickly becomes a quest to see just how far he can go with a “trash” class that was never supposed to exist. Welcome to a world where balance is optional — and the Formula Master rewrites the rules.
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Chapter 1 - Chapter 1: Welcome to Trash Tier

"Assigned Class: [Formula Master]"

There it was. A glowing system message. Cold. Flat. Final.

"…Nope. Try again," I muttered, blinking hard as if I could glitch reality itself.

[Account Compromised. Character 'Reaper-X' Deleted.]

[Restoring backup...]

[Error: Backup Corrupted. Data Fragments Missing.]

[Assigning Default Fallback Class: Formula Master]

[Type: Consumption/Utility]

[Level: 1 | EXP: N/A]

My jaw tightened. I stared at the words like they'd slapped me.

Fallback Class?

That's the category where the system dumps corrupted files and "non-combat" garbage like Blacksmiths, Shopkeepers, and Shepherds. You know—the ones that are cute for roleplay but completely useless when a dragon steps on your head.

And me? I used to be an Eclipse Paladin. Top 200 leaderboard. Owned a city plot. Dual-wielded relic-class swords. Women waved. Men gawked.

Now I had… a recipe book and an apron.

Let's rewind.

I'm not a hacker. Not a dev. Not some VR god-tier solo player.

I'm a bug hunter. A guy who lives inside games and breaks them for fun—and food. Every few months, I'd submit a couple of juicy exploits to the MythBorn Online devs and cash in.

Wall clips. Mob reset exploits. Skill stack loops. Broken pathfinding. You name it.

The only thing I didn't do was report everything. Some bugs I held onto. Just in case.

And thank god I did.

Because last night, I logged in and my account was gone. Wiped. Full reset.

I sent a frantic ticket to support. The reply came in three seconds flat:

"We have detected suspicious activity on your account. Per the End User License Agreement, Section 4, Paragraph B, your assets have been liquidated. Ticket Closed."

Suspicious activity? I hadn't even logged in for two days. I was too busy sleeping off a fever.

Someone had targeted me. Not a script kiddie, but a ghost.

Anyway. Back to the disaster at hand.

I spawned in Sootheel Village, the noobiest noob zone there ever was. Dirt roads. Cow NPCs. One blacksmith. And a crowd of shirtless level 2s whacking rats with sticks.

I checked my class panel.

[Formula Master]

A deprecated class from the alchemical ages. Specializes in formulating potions and chemical reactions. EXP unavailable. Progress through "Mastery."

There was no level bar. No stat growth.

All I had were three beginner potion recipes:

Minor Healing Potion

Weak Stamina Brew

Very Slightly Itchy Bomb

…What the hell is a "very slightly itchy bomb?"

I tried to equip a rusty dagger I found on the ground.

[Error: Class Restriction. Cannot Equip Weapons.]

I tried to punch a passing chicken.

[Error: Class Restriction. Combat Skills Locked.]

I opened the skill menu. Everything was grayed out. The only thing active was a single ability:

[Formula Slot I] – Allows 1 formula to be created. Must be mastered to unlock next slot.

I laughed. Loud. It echoed across the village, a sound of pure, unadulterated madness.

"Sir?" a nearby NPC farmer asked, clutching a basket of apples. "Are you okay?"

"No," I said, wiping a tear. "I'm a Formula Master."

He looked at me like I said I collected toenails for breakfast.

Three Hours Later

I was broke, shirtless, and depressed. I couldn't even kill a slime.

The only way to increase "Mastery" was to successfully brew potions. But the system was rigged.

Each brew required rare reagents. Even the most basic potion needed "Swampblossom."

I checked the Auction House. Swampblossom was trading for 50 Gold a stalk.

50 Gold is about five hundred dollars in real-world conversion.

I currently had zero gold. In the real world, my assets consisted of a fridge containing one expired yogurt and an eviction notice due in three days.

If I didn't make gold, I didn't eat. And I couldn't make gold because I couldn't fight.

I stared at the alchemy table in the village square. There had to be another option.

Find a way around it.

See, I knew something the average player didn't. Back during the beta, there was a bug involving "item drag logic" when stacking potions. The server didn't track individual properties of every single item in a stack—just the Stack ID.

So, if I took a fake potion (like one created from a broken recipe string) and forced it to stack with a real one, the system might get confused. It might count the fake brew as a success.

Might.

I walked to the general store, bought a single cheap "Dusty Bottle" with my starter copper, and used my Formula Slot to input a completely invalid recipe:

Water + Rat Tooth + ??

The system blinked.

[Recipe Failed](Glitch)[Recipe Accepted]

[Item Created: ??? Potion (glitched)]

[Stack Detected — Assigning ID...]

I held my breath. I dragged the glitchy, flickering icon over to a real Weak Stamina Brew that a noob had dropped on the ground earlier.

They merged.

[Mastery +1]

I froze.

"…Oh."

Twelve Hours Later

I'd brewed 173 glitched potions. out of 400 tries.

I used trash formulas. I named them ridiculous things like 'Juice of Infinite Ligma' and 'Potion of 0.0001% Crit Chance'. As long as the stack merged and the item wasn't auto-deleted, it counted.

And with every glitchy "brew," my Mastery rose.

Mastery reached Level 5