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Appraising on 11/6/2025 Using Crafter's Respite - 18 Attempts All items are Perfect Quality Phase One Appraising IDs: 255953, 255954, 255955, 255956, 255957, 255958, 255959, 255960, 255961 Phase Two Appraising IDs: 255962, 255963, 255964, 255965, 255966, 255967, 255968, 255969, 255970 \ 8 Mystic Essence obtained - ID: 256745, 256746-1, 256746-2, 256755, 256757, 256758, 256763-1, 256763-2 Exp Rewarded: 14 * 18 = 252 EXP Junk Sale: 1,900 * 12 = 22,800 Col Final Cost: 20,000 * 18 = 360,000 - 22,800 = 337,200 Col

Filling Gungnir's Shard Shard Purchased Here Filling with Energy Shot | Crafter's Respite ID: 247811-3

Purchasing: 1 Gungnir's Shard -10 Mon

Purchasing: Teleport Crystal x5 - 4k Col Dimensional Backpack - 5k Col Custom Ambition Tool: Appraiser - 700 Col Total: 9,700 Col

House Name: We Name Houses He- Wait! No! Fuck! Location: Floor 24 Description: A beachside complex complete with cabana houses and bungalos. A place to relax and unwind - when she isn't working. Plot Size: Estate Room(s): Workshop (Extended) - Appraiser | Living Room | Basic Kitchen | Storage Closet Total Cost: Base Cost: 124k | Workshop: 10k, Upgrade: 15k = 25k | Living Room: 10k | Basic Kitchen: 10k | Storage Closet: 10k Total: 179,000 Col

Like a lioness, Management stares over folded hands at you. You squirm nervously in your seat, ocean eyes boring holes into the very core of your being. Your throat, dry. Sweat beads upon your brow. Terror's icy grip grasps your heart. You cannot speak for Management brooks no interruption. She sizes you up, blinking slowly as she takes your measure. The dark room, full of shadows, gives you nowhere to hide. And so you sit, exposed. Flayed open by a mere glance. And finally she lowers her hands, perfectly manicured nails tapping the surface of her desk. She takes a breath, her lips part.

“Cavern of Faeries, huh?” Sin tapped her chin with her finger, crossing the opposite arm over her chest. “That would put it on… Floor Three, then. You ever used a Teleport before?” She didn’t mean to be condescending, but Plum was clearly out of her element - by her own admission. She didn’t know what game mechanics that Plum knew or didn’t know about. Well there was a first time for everything. And Sin was happy to be the Clippy to her Microsoft Word. “Here, this way,” she said as she tilted her head towards the central plaza. Heels clacked against the cobblestones as they made

Of course they bit off more than they could chew. Dumbasses had no sense of proportion. And from Plum’s story, it sounded like quite the mystery. An important one. Because if people were going missing and not responding to messages, there was more at play than anyone realized. Stakes were higher than anyone realized. To the point that - in all honesty - if it had come across her plate before Plum had apprised her of the situation, Sin would have set off to handle it herself. And by “handle it,” she totally meant that she was gonna sic Oscar’s Hounds on it. “I don’t have to do a lot o

"Why don't you just get lost?" Okay, fucking rude. Sin had just spent the last few minutes watching some poor girl get absolutely blasted. She probably should have stepped in sooner - she didn't deserve all of that. But there was just something about the guy running roughshod over the woman that made her hang back. Not out of fear. Hell no. She wanted to let him dig his own grave. So she idly sipped her coffee, eyes closed and legs crossed, outside a small little cafe on the main strip in the Town of Beginnings. "We aren't here to carry you. What use are you if you can't fight?"

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"You're a real nice guy, Rey. Total fucking gem," Sin said with a smile. "Seriously. My best clients were married men. I gotta respect a guy who holds out for his woman like that." It didn't upset her one bit that he'd let her down. Especially if he was holding to them marriage vows. Sin could count on one hand the guys that actually did. Honestly, it just made her want to climb that tree even more. But he'd drawn the line in the sand - she would respect it. She held out her fist for him to bump it and then gave him a quick wave - bringing her index and middle finger up to the tip of her brow

"I'M GOING TO SHOVE THIS THING SO FAR UP YOUR ASS YOU'RE GONNA TASTE METAL FOR THE REST OF YOUR GODDAMN LIFE!" She wasn't, of course. Reytac's grip was just a bit too strong. It was almost impressive, really - the way he held her back. Sin certainly wasn't herself, frothing at the mouth, trying in vain to slash at the tutor with her newly-identified sword. Absolutely apoplectic. Somehow, Reytac's words reached her. He was right, of course. This little fuck wasn't worth living her life as a Orange Player. She had just lamented needing to traipse all over the wilderness in heels. She simply

Earing a Living - Appraiser Eval Evaluating: Name: Steel Claymore Profession/Rank: N/A ID/Roll: Acquisition: 256010 | Slot 1: 256020, LD: 15+20, DMG | Slot 2: 256021, LD: 13+20, DMG | Slot 3: 256022, LD: 13+20, DMG Item Type: Straight Sword Tier: 1 Quality: Perfect Enhancements: DMG III Description: It a big steel sword lmao. Link: https://www.sao-rpg.com/topic/42785-pt-pp-f01-buyers-sellers-eal-appraiser/?do=findComment&comment=703386&_rid=8792