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... late armor when activated from its base form was collectively called Hercyon.

Typical full plate armor had low usability because it was difficult to put on and take off, inconvenient to move in, and had to be custom-made to perfectly fit the wearer's body.

The armor dropped by the goblin was different in form, but its basic structure was clearly that of Hercyon, the magic armor.

"Crazy, even if it's Hell Mode with adjusted difficulty, Hercyon as a reward on the 11th floor ...

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