I felt like someone had punched me in the stomach, laughing at my misfortune. My hopes had just shattered before my eyes, like the socks whose dust was blown away by the wind. Of course, it wasn't as bad as looking into a bear's face on another planet. Or when I was trying to survive a shadow tiger attack. In those moments, I was sure I would die. My desperate search for civilization, despite some complications, came to a successful end. Thanks to that, I was among the saved from slavers by expeditions of adventurers returning to the city now.

My only hope was to believe that this would turn out well too. However, I couldn't think of how. I could only wear equipment of legendary quality. Which meant that the same fate would await my panties or bra if I put them on without being of sufficient quality. Unfortunately, based on what Lucy and Chris told me, the legendary equipment was not so easy to get.

I had the best chance at auctions, where such things will sell for sums I did not have at my disposal. Not to mention the dubious existence of legendary lingerie. I could get shoes. I wasn't sure about the socks.

"Kirra, what happened just now?" Lucy asked, confused by the disintegration of her socks.

I was so immersed in self-pity that I forgot where I was. I was still sitting on the log, my legs barefoot again with Lucy standing in front of me.

I looked at her with tears in my eyes. "I'm sorry. I'll pay for those socks."

"What?" She asked but then shook her head. "No, you don't have to. It was just socks. Just tell me what happened? Did you use a skill?"

For a moment, I considered telling Lucy the truth. I only knew her for a while, but she was nice to me and really cared about me. I mean, that's what I thought. She could have been an excellent actress, and I was a silly goose who believed her. However, I wanted to think that we could be friends. I wasn't sure what would happen in Mitta, who I would meet there, and if they would be trustworthy people.

I sighed. "It wasn't a skill; it was one of my classes."

"Did your class destroy the socks? Why?" Lucy asked.

"Yes," I nodded, looking at the ground." Apparently, they weren't good enough for me to wear."

"What?" Lucy now reminded me of a dry fish gasping for air.

She opened and closed her mouth, obviously confused by what I had told her, unaware of what she should ask.

"They were not rare socks, but they were not common, either. The uncommon quality of socks is more than one needs," Lucy objected.

"I do not doubt that, during the moment I had them on my feet, I felt great in them. Just for my class, the uncommon was not good enough quality." I explained, still unaware of how to tell her the truth.

I knew that when I told her what quality the equipment I wore must have, she would realize that I was wearing more legendary pieces than just a slave collar.

"That's...harsh. What qualities must they be? Rare, because they also sell them in Mitta. Master tier items are custom-made, but their price does not match what you buy for it," Lucy said.

"…" I shook my head and tapped the collar on my neck, hoping she understands.

It was funny to watch Lucy's changing facial expression. The confusion slowly turned into thoughtful, followed by an understanding quickly replaced by amazement. I almost laughed, which was not very appropriate in the given situation. Lucy had trouble keeping her mouth under control, having to put her hands over it so she wouldn't shout her question out loud.

"So...all the equipment…the clothes you're wearing…are…?" Lucy asked, failing to finish the sentence.

"I nodded. Everything I'm wearing," I confirmed her assumption.

"I have to sit down," she said, sitting down on a log next to me.

I didn't tell her anything. Instead, I waited for her next reaction.

"Wait, first this!" she said as a small device appeared in her hand.

Lucy placed it on a log between us, where she activated it. To my disappointment, no wondrous effect accompanied its activation. If so, I did not notice it.

"This is a magic tool that will create a connection between the people who touch it. We can talk to each other normally, but no one else will hear us. It has essentially the same function as Remus's barrier, but not everyone can create it. He likes to show off in front of people. Do you think you can touch it without destroying the tool?" She asked after describing the magic tool to me.

I smiled before touching the small device with two fingers. "If everything I touched fell to dust, I wouldn't even be able to eat with cutlery in the camp mess hall."

"Ah, that's true," Lucy nodded.

"Besides, I'd get a warning from the system if that were to happen," I said.

"That's why you started taking those shoes off so quickly," Lucy realized.

"I apologize for the socks. I had no idea it would happen. I swear," I apologized once more.

Lucy smirked. "Kirra, I already told you nothing happened - plus the shoes are fine."

I was glad about that. If even shoes fell apart, I don't know what I would do. It was so hard for me not to cry. The thought of destroying the shoes Lucy lent me was scary. Scary not because of Lucy, who would probably smile and wave it off. The thought of destroying something I was entrusted with terrified me. The possibility that this could be the reason for the end of something I hoped would be friendship.

I desperately needed a friend.

"So is that true?" Lucy asked, leaning closer to me. "You can only wear Legendary Equipment?"

"Yes, that is true." I nodded.

Based on system notifications, this was the conclusion I reached.

"Wow, so your pants, that shirt, your ring, and that weird hairpin are all legendary items?" she asked with sparkling eyes.

I scratched the back of my necks nervously. "Yes, they are."

I must admit that I completely forgot about the toothbrush, which I now used as a hairpin. That wasn't nice of me at all, because thanks to him, I was still alive. Without him, my skeleton would now lie in a bear's burrow like the poor man who owned the ring on my hand.

Lucy whistled out loud. "Wow, I've only seen so much legendary equipment together once in my life."

Her whistling startled me. I immediately looked around, looking for adventurers whose attention was caught by the whistle. For a moment, I forgot that Lucy and I were touching a magic tool that would prevent anyone from hearing us.

"But when I think about it now, it makes sense," Lucy said.

I looked at her. "It does? How?"

"I don't know why Chris and I didn't think of that before, but do you remember how we told you that people are summoned, just for objects that come with them?" Lucy asked.

I nodded in agreement. "Yes, I remember. Because when passing between realms, these items gain magical properties due to the amount of mana in the passage. Something like that."

"Roughly. Sometimes objects gain mythical properties. These things mostly belonged to or are owned by the heroes. Thanks to these objects, they did great things. However, it is not a rule that the summoned person will bring such an object with him. Otherwise, there would be hundreds of them. Wait…it doesn't happen to be one of your objects….?" She asked cautiously.

"No, they're all just legendary," I grinned.

"Haha," Lucy laughed a little hysterically." Yeah, just legendary. Anyway, the energy in the passage between realms is not infinite. I don't know summoning magic, I've never been very interested in it, so I won't tell you exactly how it works. This energy is absorbed by the objects on the summoned person or by the person being summoned. So he will bring with him very strong items, or he will get a powerful class. Very rarely, both. Why not always? The reason is simple because it is not possible to determine what absorbs that energy.

"So there may be a person with a powerful class, but with ordinary objects, which is not so terrible. It is worse when he is a completely ordinary person and with average items, for example, all at the master level, because items absorbed energy evenly during the passage. The solution would be simple. Summon a person with only one object on them," said Lucy.

"Or as far as the object is the goal, summon only that item," I suggested.

Lucy smiled. "If it were possible, people would wear nothing but mythical equipment here. To the best of my knowledge, it cannot be determined what the summoned person will be wearing or who it will be, so you were lucky to wear so little."

"I wouldn't call it luck," I growled in objection.

I'd much rather appear here in a military uniform with a bulletproof vest on my chest, a helmet on my head, and a machine gun in my hand.

"Well, how many did you have? Four items?" Lucy asked, not waiting for my answer. "Thanks to that, only these four objects absorbed that energy. Thanks to the fact that you wore so few of them, they became legendary objects."

"Um-hmm" I see. However, I still did not see it as luck.

Hmm… maybe a little. They saved my life, after all.

"You said this was pajamas. I assume the clothes you go to sleep in are not the clothes you go out in. At least you have some shoes, don't you?" Lucy asked.

She was right about that. My work clothes consisted of many more individual pieces than my pajamas. Especially now that it's cold. I mean on Earth. Only for the clothes themselves, I could count fifteen pieces if they had empty pockets, which my pockets were usually not. If I counted my purse, the number could have risen to a hundred. I couldn't name all the things I had there myself.

I nodded. "I'd wear a lot more."

"You see, in that case, you might be grateful for one decent item, but you have four amazing ones," Lucy said enthusiastically.

She was right when I looked at it that way, I could be glad I was relocated when I was. But Lucy was wrong about one thing.

"Only three," I said.

Lucy looked at me, blankly. "Three what?"

"I was wearing only three items when I showed up in the woods," I explained.

"But you have five with that collar," she said.

I raised the hand on which I had the ring. "I found it in the bear's cave."

"Did you just find it in the cave?" She asked in disbelief.

"…" I nodded.

"The legendary item just lay in the cave, and you found it?" She questioned.

I shrugged. "It just didn't lie there. It was still on the original owner's hand; the hand was lying there rotting. It was pretty disgusting. "

"...do you have legendary luck or something?" Lucy shook her head.

"Is that a thing?" I wondered.

"No - but in your case, I would believe it. If it was rumored that there was a legendary object in Greendale forest, this place would be under siege by adventurers from all corners of Elaaden." She scratched her neck and nodded to herself. "I would be here myself."

"I think the poor man who owned it would have seen it differently," I said.

Lucy frowned. "But it's bothering me why no one was looking for him. Suppose it's some spoiled brat whose dad bought equipment for him to become an adventurer. Surely someone would look for him. It's possible the owner of the ring was murdered, but why wouldn't they take the ring?"

"Could it be one of the slavers?" I suggested.

"You think they had a quarrel and killed this one. Because I can't imagine that one of the slavers could be killed by Greendale's beasts?" Lucy asked, but then nodded. "It is possible. It often happens among such people. However, the question remains the same; why wouldn't they take the ring?"

"Does it matter?" I shrugged.

Lucy thought. "Someone might be looking for the ring. What are its functions?"

I forgot that neither she nor Chris could see the ring's name when they tried to identify the items I was carrying.

"Ring of Holding," I said.

The moment I told her, Lucy began to choke. My best guess was that she'd probably inhaled saliva in her mouth, but before I could do anything, she used one of her skills on herself. As a result, she stopped coughing and could put her hand back on the magical device between us.

"The legendary Ring of Holding?" She asked in a calm voice, still red in her face from her coughing fit.

"…" I nodded.

"What's in it?" Lucy leaned over.

I shrugged. "I have no clue. I don't know how exactly these things work."

"Oh, well, it's usually enough to send mana into it, but… The rings of the holding are tied to the owner. Even the most ordinary ones. So yours will be too."

"I thought so," I sighed, hoping I could use it one day.

"Well, if you want to use it, you must report its finding officially. Then ask a capable mage to remove the lock. Of course, a mage with the appropriate certificate. I'm afraid, in this case, it would not pay to circumvent the law. You could end up with a dagger in your back very quickly instead with access to the Ring of Holding," Lucy said.

"And do you know any capable mage?" I asked.

Lucy thought before looking up and looking at mine. "You will not like it."

"Remus?" I guessed. "He has a certificate?"

"He probably has all the certificates they are," Lucy laughed. "But your ring is of legendary quality. I can't imagine anyone else able to unlock it. He is not a magus for nothing. Why do you think it was him who was in charge of unlocking the slave collars?"

I shrugged. "Because he enjoyed it?"

"That too, and this time we found all the keys, but it didn't have to be that way. If that happened, he would be the most capable in Mitta who could unlock the collars without a key." Lucy explained.

"He failed to unlock mine," I said.

Lucy snorted. "Because it's yours. Because your class doesn't allow him to touch it. You can't take it off your neck even though you're its owner. Remus could try, but he didn't want to risk anything happening to you. Wait…"

"What?" I wanted to know what she thought, why she stopped.

"Your profession has changed ownership of the collar; you are its owner. Didn't the same thing happen with the ring?" She asked me, her eyes fixed on the ring on my hand.

"Well, I didn't get any message from the system as with the collar," I said. "But it is possible."

"Then try to open it," Lucy urged eagerly.

I sighed. "I have no idea how to control my mana."

"Really? Don't say anything…" she stopped me before I could explain anything to her. "let me guess. In your world, there is no mana, but another form of energy that differs from mana!"

I closed my eyes for a moment, wondering how this might have occurred to her. "No, nothing like that. There is no magic in my world. Mana, aura, or whatever you want to call it, these energies exist only in books… I mean in the imagination of people, nowhere else. In my world, these are not real things like on Elaaden."

"Wow, that's rough. As long as you don't learn to control mana, you won't know what is in that ring. You could be filthy rich," Lucy thought.

I looked at her. "I didn't think of that."

After all, I've been through; it would be nice to live a comfortable life without worrying about money. I would buy a small house or an apartment, find a hobby, but all that provided that there would be wealth in the ring. Likewise, there could only be a diary with the last words of the original owner.

"Will I be able to keep the contents of the ring? Won't I have to return it?" I asked.

"It's yours. You found the ring; it rightfully belongs to you. Even if you find a family heirloom there, it will only be up to you if you keep it, sell it or return it to family," Lucy said.

I liked this law. Even if it was empty, the ring had a huge price itself, but whether my abilities allowed me to give up this property was uncertain.

Lucy shook her head. "I still can't believe you found this ring in Greendale. Returning from the forest for beginners with a legendary, unbelievable."

"You're forgetting one thing," I tapped my collar. "Technically, I'm coming back with two."

Lucy laughed and me with her. "Your luck is definitely legendary, Kirra."

"You're sure one of your classes doesn't give you luck or something?" She asked me after she stopped laughing.

I smiled. "How would I find out?"

"I mean, a description of your class, doesn't it say something about legendary luck?" She asked.

But I looked at her with wide eyes. "How do I look at that description, because I tried everything I could think of, but the system never showed me anything."

At first, Lucy thought I was joking, but when she saw that I wasn't, a look of regret appeared on her face.

"Kirra, you poor thing." She hugged me.