[Primordial Gem] (Quality 132, Excellent Black Iron Grade)
(Because it perfectly retained most of its power during collection, it gained a bonus. Unfortunately, due to the limited strength of the main body, it only reached the Excellent Black Iron level in the end.)
After reading the instructions within the system, Loran Hill finally understood the system's classification of sequences. Generally speaking, Sequence 1 = Ordinary Stone, Sequence 2 = Black Iron, Sequence 3 = Bronze, Sequence 4 = Silver, Sequence 5 = Gold, Sequence 6 = Pearl, Sequence 7 = Coral, Sequence 8 = Crystal, Sequence 9 = Epic, and Sequence 10 = Like a God.
Then the classification of qualities is the same as that of abilities.
Quality 0-50, incomplete
Quality 51-100, ordinary
Quality 101-200, excellent
Quality 201-300, excellence
Quality 301-500, rare
Quality 501-800, perfect
Quality 801-1000, Legend
Quality 1000+, Myth
At the same level, some will be better, such as Rare Bronze > Excellent Bronze > Bronze > Incomplete Bronze.
Primordial gems can be used to cultivate extraordinary sequences and are also materials needed in many props, rituals, and potions.
After packing up the gem, Loranhill turned around and prepared to continue looking for some dead branches and firewood so that he could start a fire before dark.
The silver-haired figure in a pure white dress moved easily through the forest like a light elf.
This is....?
In a corner of the forest, the girl suddenly stopped. A broken stone tablet was inserted diagonally in front of a big tree, surrounded by weeds. A ray of sunlight passed through the gap in the treetops and shone on the moss-covered stone tablet, showing a faint sense of sacredness.
Loran Hill approached the rusty stone tablet. There should have been exquisite patterns and words engraved on it, but now most of them have been corroded and cannot be seen clearly. It must have been built a long time ago.
Despite the relentless passage of time, the girl could still sense a faint flow of mana beneath the stone tablet. It was so faint that even she could only sense it after getting close.
Carefully clearing the soil in front of the stone tablet, a small rusty brass box appeared in front of her.
Turn the secret button on the box and open it. Inside is red velvet with a purple gem and a blue butterfly hairpin on it.
The hairpin is made of blue crystal and gold metal and is very exquisite in style.
[Gem of Inheritance] (Quality 454, Rare Crystal Grade): A gem that inherits memories and knowledge, containing the thoughts and expectations of the previous owner. Perhaps you can use it.
Before she could pick up the thing inside, the gem emitted a faint light, and a beautiful figure appeared in front of Loran Hill.
The figure was wearing a dark purple classical dress, with pure black hair reaching her waist. She wore a lace hat and an identical butterfly hairpin in her hair. She smiled at Luo Lanxier, then lifted her skirt and bowed slightly.
"Hello, my future love."
Loran Hill realized that this figure actually had no entity, but was just an image left in advance by its owner. Because her gaze seemed to be looking at herself, there was actually a slight difference in her line of sight, which was not noticeable to ordinary people, but was so obvious in her eyes.
"My name is Trinasha, a witch who existed in the Second Age. Don't be afraid. I'm already dead. This is just a phantom I left behind."
There was no sadness on the face of this witch who had long disappeared in time. Instead, there was a sense of calmness and peace.
"This phantom was left behind before I died. Speaking of which, I asked Deity to help me create it. I don't know if she's still alive now. After all, witches are very long-lived."
A wistful smile crossed the witch's face, and she continued.
"Perhaps I've experienced too much sadness and joy, and the people around me have gradually disappeared. After realizing that my time is running out, I decided to return to the forest where I grew up and spend the last part of my life here alone."
"But thinking that I have neither children nor students, I inevitably feel a sense of regret, so I have left some of my experiences behind, hoping that someone chosen by fate will open them in the future. The thought of this makes me very happy, so I finally asked a younger person for help and left this gem and my hairpin."
"The inheritance gem is very simple to use. Just hold it in your hand and feel it gently. The hairpin contains my magic power. If you encounter danger, you can take it out and use it."
A witch? Loran Hill was surprised but also expected it. After all, this is a magnificent and magical world.
[Trinassa's Butterfly Hairpin] (Quality 482, Rare Epic): Before her death, the witch Trinassa placed her unique magical power on this hairpin. It can be worn and used. (Usage times 3/3)
It was truly miraculous. As Loran Hill picked up the gem and hairpin, she suddenly realized something. She hurriedly opened the velvet inside the box and saw a piece of paper slowly dissipating and turning into powder. If she hadn't opened it in time, she probably would never have known what was written on it.
Unfortunately, Loran Hill did not recognize the words on it, so he had to memorize them first.
The reason she could understand the phantom's words just now was not because she could understand the language of this world, but because it was a kind of information emitted directly from the soul consciousness, which theoretically could be understood by any intelligent creature.
When they returned to the resting point they had previously determined, it was already dark. Loranhill lit the firewood and sat on the stone beside the campfire.
The original gemstone struck the pebble and indeed produced tiny sparks. Thinking back on her previous attempt, the girl couldn't help but applaud her own cleverness.
Although I had just woken up half a day ago, it seemed like a long time had passed. The night in the mountains was a little chilly.
The girl sat by the fire, staring quietly at the crimson flames, watching the flames swaying slightly in the night breeze, and occasionally hearing the crackling sound of burning firewood.
The bright firelight reflected in her pupils. Loran Hill unconsciously recalled her past life. She didn't know what would happen if she left her parents, and some sadness welled up in her heart. She was just an ordinary person in her previous life, and naturally her name was not Loran Hill. It's just that after coming to this world, no one knew her, so there was not much meaning in calling her by her previous name.
Memories are always so beautiful through the filter of time. However, dwelling on the past that can never be returned to will only increase sadness and sorrow. She has realized this since she graduated and entered the society.
We were once childhood playmates, sworn friends forever, but gradually we lost touch, and even when we did meet, we felt like strangers. We'd each lived completely different lives over the past decade, so why should we expect each other, and ourselves, to remain the same?
Oh no, I started thinking about these unhappy things again. I clearly don’t have that red music app.
The girl patted her cheeks and shook her head.
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