[You have killed x5 "Underground Dwellers (Level 23)"]
[You have gained 100,000 experience points.]
[You have gained 74 Lives!]
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"Phew," Stark exhaled, grinning. "Decent enough."
His XP bar glowed near the edge of another level up.
Only a sliver remained before twenty-one. Close. Very close.
But he didn't waste time staring at the bar.
Hand of Avarice!
Fwish!
The spectral hand burst from his staff, long and bony, reaching toward the corpses of the fallen dwellers.
Its claws tore into their husks, extracting the loot.
Ding!
[You have gained 68 Lives!]
"Alright."
He expected nothing else. Just lives, the same as usual.
But then—
Ding!
[You have gained 14 Lives!]
"Huh?"
Stark blinked. The second panel wasn't normal.
Fourteen lives wasn't much, but the fact that it had appeared at all told him everything.
'So my theory was right.' His grin sharpened.
His [Hand of Avarice] at mythical-rank gave him a 125% loot chance.
