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Then, his eyes landed on a pile of dirt-covered, dull gray metal plates in a corner box marked: 5 Copper Each - Scrap Metal.

Levin almost choked on his own breath. Mythical? In a 5-copper bin?

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. Then, his eyes landed on a pile of

[Quality: Mythical] [Notes: This is not scrap. This is 'Star-Forged Titanium' from a fallen meteor. It possesses magical damage resistance and self-healing properties. Currently masked by mundane filth.]

The merchant didn't even look up. "One silver coin. Take it away, it's just garbage anyway." In a 5-copper bin

Based on this theme of an overpowered appraisal/assessment skill, here is a short story in that style:

"Check this out! The finest steel from the Northern Dwarves!" a salesman shouted, holding up a gleaming sword. [Quality: Mythical] [Notes: This is not scrap

Levin's eyes widened. His [Appraisal] skill went into overdrive, glowing in his vision.