Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 1: Transmigrated with Mommy

The shrill, grating voice of Ms. Mia pierced the air, her every taunt acting like a sharpened blade aimed at Vritra's many perceived shortcomings.

Sunlight filtered through the classroom windows, highlighting the dance of dust motes in a stark contrast to the heavy, suffocating mood that had taken hold of the room.

Vritra sat slumped in his seat. His messy, ink-black hair hung like a dark curtain over his brow, obscuring his left eye. He was dressed in baggy attire that gave him a frail and thin appearance, though such an impression was far from the truth.

The rest of the students—a rowdy and impatient group—merged into a background of judgmental whispers and idle chatter. He didn't bother looking at them; he was already well aware of what they were saying behind his back.

At the front of the room stood Ms. Mia, her aging face twisted with irritation. While her dark hair was styled with meticulous precision, her choice of clothing did little to improve her unfortunate looks.

Her spectacles rested precariously on the bridge of her nose, sliding down whenever she made an emphatic gesture. Though she was in her late fifties and maintained a fit physique for her age, the wrinkles on her face told a different story. She was notorious among the students for her thin, annoying voice and irritating temperament.

The teacher's screeching tone echoed throughout the room as she barked: "Vritra!" Her eyes were locked onto the teenager, who sat there as if the world around him was of no consequence.

"His performance in this class has been utterly pathetic, as if he is actively trying to fail. He never turns in his work, his participation is non-existent, and his grades... let's just say he passes every subject by a single point."

A wave of snickers traveled through the class. Vritra felt the weight of every gaze in the room shifting toward him. Ignoring the stares, he focused his attention solely on the woman standing next to his elderly teacher.

"You are wasting your potential. Every answer he provides is correct, but he never writes a single word more than what is required to pass!" Ms. Mia continued, her stare unwavering.

"I felt it was necessary for your mother to be here today to handle this matter directly. His lack of concentration is a disruption, not to mention his violent tendencies.

That delinquent even lays hands on the girls, can you believe it? More than half the boys are missing teeth because of him. Everyone in this class lives in fear and hatred of him, and I receive complaints about his behavior every single day."

Standing beside Ms. Mia was Vritra’s mother. Tall and poised, her presence exuded a quiet confidence and a natural aura that commanded immediate respect.

Even in her forties, Vanessa possessed a timeless beauty that was as captivating as it was daunting. Her emerald-green hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, framing a face striking enough to stop anyone in their tracks.

Her figure was voluptuous, possessing a perfect harmony of curves and undeniable allure. Her loose garments did little to mask the generous swell of her chest or the curve of her hips—the kind of body no man could ignore, with just the right amount of softness. Yet, her modest attire effectively stifled any lustful stares.

Her red lips were full, and her eyes, matching the shade of her hair, held a depth of wisdom and experience that few could truly grasp. Her very existence seemed to radiate an air of icy confidence. She stood tall with a calm expression, seemingly unaffected by the teacher’s tirade.

The surrounding students watched with a mix of amusement and satisfaction. Most of the boys were nearly drooling as they stole glances at the wealthy, cold seductress who looked more like a professional model than a parent.

Vritra remained stoic, his face hidden behind his long hair. He was nothing like what the others believed him to be; he found no pleasure in such trivialities.

‘When will this be over? I need to get to the club for my match today,’ Vritra thought to himself, checking the time on his phone.

"I am already well aware of these facts," Vanessa Arclis spoke, her voice a melodic contrast to the teacher’s harsh barking.

"However, I believe the donations I have funneled into this school are more than sufficient to overlook such minor inconveniences. Or perhaps I should request a change in staff? Perhaps a more capable teacher is required."

"C-Change?" Ms. Mia’s brow twitched. "Mrs. Arclis, t-there is no need for such drastic measures. Vritra is usually quite well-behaved and rarely bothers anyone unless he is provoked, hahaha ha—"

Vanessa turned to her son with a soft, tender smile, her icy demeanor melting away in his presence.

Vritra remained silent, peering through his hair with a look of boredom. To him, the teacher's complaints were nothing more than childish drama—a pointless interruption to his daily schedule. He was, after all, a man burdened with many secrets.

"!!!"

Suddenly, a flash of blinding light erupted, swallowing the entire classroom. The students let out a collective gasp as the world dissolved into a searing white void. Space itself seemed to twist and spiral, pulling them in as they shut their eyes against a strange, churning sensation in their stomachs.

When they finally opened their eyes, the familiar classroom was gone. The scent of chalk and urban pollution had vanished, replaced by crisp air and the fragrant aroma of blooming flowers.

Vritra surveyed his new surroundings and found himself standing within a massive, pristine hall.

The walls were a flawless white, appearing as though they were carved from pure marble, while the ceiling reached an impossible height that faded into the shadows. Before them stood an ancient, intricately carved statue that shimmered in the light. It appeared to be a temple of some kind.

The room held the forty students, along with Ms. Mia and Vanessa, all of whom were blinking in sheer bewilderment.

A sense of grandeur filled the chamber, accompanied by an ancient power that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

Vritra felt a peculiar mix of curiosity and anticipation regarding this unknown place. While he was intrigued, he refused to let his curiosity cloud his logical judgment.

"Where... what is this..." Ms. Mia stuttered. Her glasses were crooked, and her professional mask had completely shattered. The students began to murmur, their initial shock turning into a blend of confusion and wonder.

Vritra’s mother stood close to him, her expression echoing his own cautious observation as she took a protective stance.

Then, she appeared.

A woman of breathtaking beauty stood before them, a goddess of absolute perfection. Her hair was of the purest white, flowing down her back like a stream of moonlight.

Her skin was a flawless, milky white that seemed never to have touched the sun, radiating a divine glow.

Her eyes were a striking, celestial blue, and her features were perfectly sculpted. She carried an air of haughtiness, looking down upon them as if they were nothing more than lowly mortals.

"Welcome, mortals from another universe," the goddess’s melodic voice rang out through the hall, vibrating with a power that demanded silence. Her words seemed to shimmer, possessing a magical quality that soothed the brewing panic.

"I am Diana, the Goddess of Dunshire, and I have summoned you here for a specific purpose."

Her announcement had a grounding effect, quieting the room as the students, the teacher, and Vanessa looked at her with wide-eyed amazement.

A wave of whispers broke out among the crowd. They discussed her ethereal beauty, the massive scale of the temple, and the expensive, elegant atmosphere surrounding them.

"By the gods, look at her!" shouted Raino, a boy from the back row known for his weight and lewd comments.

"She’s... she’s stunning! Is this some kind of prank? And where the hell is my phone? I just bought an expensive one last week!"

Vritra’s mother remained at his side, her face a mask of awe and apprehension.

Still shaken, Ms. Mia tried to regain her authority. "Where are we? What does this mean? How did we get here so suddenly?"

Diana’s gaze drifted over the group, her eyes devoid of much emotion. She radiated a sense of absolute superiority, making everyone else feel small and insignificant.

"You have all been chosen," Diana stated, completely ignoring Ms. Mia. Her voice remained steady.

"The universe is facing total annihilation. Demons are spreading like a plague, devouring everything they touch. If you wish to protect existence itself—along with your own world and those you love—you must begin by saving my world and eradicating them." The students were stunned by her declaration.

"W-What do you mean?" a girl asked, her voice trembling with fear.

"This realm is besieged by the forces of darkness," Diana explained. "The demon gods and their armies of demon lords, generals, and countless monsters threaten to end everything. You are the ones chosen to stand against them."

Vritra’s mind raced. He found the situation difficult to swallow; it felt like a surreal dream or an elaborate ruse.

"F-Fight what? What are you saying? We can’t do that! Just standing here makes my bones ache. Can you please just send us b-back?" Ms. Mia pleaded.

"You shall be bestowed with abilities," Diana continued, once again treating Ms. Mia like a bothersome insect. Her tone grew serious.

"You will gain power by slaying demons and collecting the treasures hidden throughout this land. Your path will be treacherous, but your victory is vital. I will assist you in any way possible to ensure you prevail. There is no need for fear; you have time to cultivate your strength."

Another wave of chatter erupted. Fear still lingered, but they realized the gravity of their situation and understood that returning home wasn't an option for now. They had no choice but to follow her lead.

Then, she gave them a command: "Open your status windows. Simply think of it, and it shall appear."

After a moment of confusion, the air shimmered in front of everyone as translucent screens manifested before their eyes.

Vritra’s own status window flickered into view, displaying rows of personal information.

++++++++++++++++ Name: Vritra Arclis Level: 1 [0%] Race: Human Titles: None Class: Dust Lord (Rank: F) [SSS+(?)] Bloodline: None Physique: Human Mana: 180/180 Vitality: 100% STATS: Strength: 20 Agility: 21 Endurance: 19 Intelligence: 20 Mana: 18 Luck: 30 [Allocation points: 0] SKILL: Dust Manipulation (Rank-F): [Level: 1] (Dust Attunement): Grants the user the power to move dust within a 5-meter radius, while also sharpening senses within that zone. This ability allows for fundamental control over dust particles, allowing them to flow and shift around the user. The mana cost for basic manipulation is minimal, allowing for constant use. Mutamorphis (Rank: ???): Enables the user to gradually adapt to their surroundings or current situation. This skill triggers automatically when specific conditions are met. Inventory: Empty Resistances: [Pain Resistance] (Level 4) ++++++++++++++++

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