"Oi! Suzy! Why you lookin at me like ya seen a ghost, huh?" Darla rudely called out to Darius when she noticed him stopping suddenly and staring at her.
Darius also came out from his shocked stupor with a frown, a dangerous glint in his eyes as he observed Darla. This was a woman with either inborn 50 points of Luck, or somehow acquiring some sort of treasure that had greatly boosted her Luck this high.
Darius had a weird perception of Luck, especially in the world of Faust. Since he recently attributed his ability to find one of the 56 paths to his high Luck, he had begun to understand how important and game-changing the stat was.
It definitely wasn't as simple as rewarding him with better drops or giving him a high chance for critical hits.
It had a lot more inexplainable functions that assisted everything else while also doing its own thing to make sure that the possessor of high Luck would survive by some fluke.
