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... ese?”

“They are unique stats.”

“There are unique stats?! I know about rare stats… like Dad’s, no, Ito’s ‘Twin Swords’.”

Rare stats were widely known even among the public because, when a player reached Diamond League, a new stat was added to their stat window that was tailored to each player and provided even greater effects than the existing ones.

That was what a rare stat was.

“How could your stats be like this when you aren’t in the Diamond League?”

But Seo ...

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