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"Still trash," he muttered, closing the screen. Ever since he was banished from the hero's party for having a "useless" non-combat skill, he’d been scraping by in the slums. Everyone in this fantasy world obsessed over combat power, ignoring the convenience of knowing exactly what everything was. Ping.

The gray metal gleamed with an ethereal, starlit glow, reflecting the sunlight with blinding intensity. "Still trash," he muttered, closing the screen

"It’s not just a cheat skill," Levin grinned, wrapping the priceless armor in his cloak. "It’s a cheat for becoming the richest man in the world." "It’s a cheat for becoming the richest man in the world

He tried to keep his face blank, walking over to the merchant. "How much for this whole box of junk?" holding up a gleaming sword.

He was currently strolling through the "Forbidden Auction House," a place where desperate adventurers sold broken equipment, hoping to find a hidden gem. The air was thick with the smell of rust and bad decisions.

"Check this out! The finest steel from the Northern Dwarves!" a salesman shouted, holding up a gleaming sword.