Смысл просто добавлять это лк в инст тем более 6-12 инсты, если скорее всего не снимут ничего, так квк туда почти никто не бегает. Я вот пытаюсь и все никак. Хотя бы шанс увеличили что-ли это не такая уж ценная награда. 

"Something like this can happen only during the New Year holiday in Arinar..." Hawk was a tireless adventurer. Day in and day out, he ventured into the dungeon, battling hordes of relentless monsters in search of the elusive Rare Book. The odds of finding it were slim, but for months he had trudged through those dimly lit corridors, his well-worn bow in hand. He was determined to be there when the treasure finally revealed itself. His persistence earned the respect of other adventurers, who nicknamed him "the most tenacious explorer in Arinar." But one day, everything changed.     A newcomer named Ezym appeared out of nowhere. Hawk barely paid him any attention, dismissing him as just another novice looking to test his luck. Yet, against all odds, Ezym did the unthinkable. On his third dungeon run, he found the Rare Book. The news spread like wildfire among the adventurers. "Guess I’m just lucky," Ezym said with a smug grin, flaunting his prize. Hawk’s chest tightened. Months of effort, countless battles, and sleepless nights—wasted in an instant. The weight of failure hit him like a hammer.       From that day forward, Hawk stopped going to the dungeon. His usual spot remained empty, and whispers of his absence filled the guild hall. On New Year’s Eve, Hawk sat alone in a quiet forest, staring into the flames of his campfire. Snowflakes drifted lazily through the air, but he didn’t feel the cold. "You’ve given up, haven’t you?" The voice startled him. Looking up, he saw White Beard, the legendary wanderer, standing before him.       "Why bother?" Hawk said bitterly. "I gave everything to that dungeon, and it still wasn’t enough. The Rare Book wasn’t meant for me." White Beard chuckled softly, shaking his head. "Miracles in Arinar don’t ignore hard work. They just don’t always come in the way you expect. Go back to the dungeon—not with frustration, but with fresh eyes. You might find more than what you were searching for." Reluctantly, something in Hawk stirred. Maybe it was pride, or perhaps a spark of hope he thought had long since faded. On New Year’s Day, he returned to the dungeon.       As he fought a particularly fierce monster, something extraordinary happened. A golden glow lit up the darkness. There it was: the Rare Book. Hawk’s heart raced as he reached out to claim the prize. But just as his fingers brushed against its surface, a shadow darted past him. It was Ezym. "I guess I’m just lucky—again," Ezym said with a sly grin, snatching the Rare Book before disappearing into the shadows.       Hawk stood frozen, stunned into silence. This time, there was no frustration, no bitterness. Instead, he laughed—a dry, ironic laugh that echoed through the dungeon’s empty halls. "Maybe White Beard was right," Hawk muttered to himself. "Miracles don’t ignore hard work. But sometimes, they like to play tricks on you first."

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Шансы на дроп чего-либо откуда либо раскрываться не будут, в этом политика разрабов на сегодняшний день) А работает это, ну как, рандомно. Рел кстати правда из инста предела меньше падает, как и слитков, но скорее всего из-за того, что добавили второй комплект банок в пул дропа, прописав им тоже большие шансы

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