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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.

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