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All Chaos Jewels can do is show the aura and influence of the person or item you use it on.

That was why I only used it in the game to analyze sealed swords or armors to figure out their hidden abilities.

Some items required a lot of time, effort, and money to remove their seal, but once you finally unseal the thing, you could find out that it is actually worthless.

But even using it for that was not easy. Chaos Jewels were so precious that most users would never ...

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