The holographic display changed to show various weapons, armor pieces, and what looked like jewelry.
"Five percent of monsters drop equipment. Usually garbage, sometimes useful, very rarely incredible. The market for dropped loot is volatile and fascinating."
She zoomed in on a sword that glowed with blue light.
"This is a D-rank mana-infused blade. Dropped from a Phantom Knight in a C-rank gate. Sold at auction for forty thousand credits. One sword. One drop. Changed that hunter's life."
"Of course," Cross continued, her smile turning wicked, "that same hunter got greedy, went back to the same gate, and died when a boss spawned unexpectedly. His squad sold his personal effects to cover funeral costs. Moral of the story: don't get greedy, and diversify your income streams."
Jordan leaned over and whispered, "Is she always this cheerful about death?"
"I think it's part of her charm," I whispered back.
Cross's eyes flicked to us. "Something to share with the class?"
