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

"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. Ever since he was banished from the hero's

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.