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He tried to keep his face blank, walking over to the merchant. "How much for this whole box of junk?"

Based on this theme of an overpowered appraisal/assessment skill, here is a short story in that style:

Levin tossed the coin, grabbed the heavy box, and walked away trying to look nonchalant. The moment he was behind a stone wall, he used a small pouch of water to wash the grime off the top piece. He tried to keep his face blank, walking

"Still trash," he muttered, closing the screen. Ever since he was banished from the hero's party for having a "useless" non-combat skill, he’d been scraping by in the slums. Everyone in this fantasy world obsessed over combat power, ignoring the convenience of knowing exactly what everything was. Ping.

He was currently strolling through the "Forbidden Auction House," a place where desperate adventurers sold broken equipment, hoping to find a hidden gem. The air was thick with the smell of rust and bad decisions. "Still trash," he muttered, closing the screen

"Check this out! The finest steel from the Northern Dwarves!" a salesman shouted, holding up a gleaming sword.

The merchant didn't even look up. "One silver coin. Take it away, it's just garbage anyway." In a 5-copper bin?

Levin almost choked on his own breath. Mythical? In a 5-copper bin?