Even after reading everything once already, her eyes still returned toward the words again and again as though her mind refused to fully process what she had just obtained.
This was not merely armor.
This was practically a moving fortress.
And more importantly...
It was Mythril grade.
For the first time since arriving in this world, she finally obtained a Mythril-grade weapon from the system.
At that moment, Kiara truly felt like she had underestimated the value of luck more than ever before.
Previously, luck always felt vague to her.
Useful, yes.
Important, perhaps.
But never truly essential.
Yet now, after the maximum luck points not only guaranteed her reward but handed her precisely the thing she needed the most...
Her thoughts completely changed.
Ever since reincarnating into this world, there was one fear that constantly lingered at the back of her mind no matter how much stronger she became.
Defense.
Ambushes.
Assassinations.
Unexpected attacks.
