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... sive. Of course, this was all thanks to the 1 point of Luck and Buff he got for free. Otherwise, his gains would not be so generous.

After all, under normal circumstances, elite monsters would only drop Iron-grade equipment at most. As for Bronze-grade monsters... what were they thinking?

However, the existence of “Drop Quality +1” made it a reality for elite monsters to drop Bronze quality!

“After killing the Boss, the Silver equipment will definitely be there!”

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