Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 547 A Favour

Sakshi was rushed away for medical attention, leaving the onlookers in a state of utter disbelief after witnessing the fork embedded in her mouth.

The witnesses could clearly perceive that this was no mere mishap; they felt Vritra was pushing boundaries too far.

Despite the tension, silence reigned among them. Gunter offered his apologies to the group, deeply puzzled by his son's sudden and erratic behavior.

“I—It’s alright. It was merely an accident, and she’ll recover… most likely,” Shen remarked. He hadn't confronted Vritra during the previous incident, assuming his wife was the one at fault.

However, she had done absolutely nothing to provoke him this time.

Shortly after the chaos settled, preparations for the Yate family’s departure commenced.

Vritra went back to Teresa’s chambers to notify her of their impending move. She gathered her essential belongings, choosing to leave the less important items behind.

Perched on the edge of his bed, Vritra became lost in contemplation.

He realized that until Teresa gained the strength to stand on her own, he would need to keep her by his side as her protector.

Furthermore, a trip to the Star family was becoming urgent. Now that the glass sphere was in his hands, the path to finding Yennefer was finally within reach.

His vengeance against those from the war could wait; he would allow them to wallow in their stolen peace and luxury for a little while longer.

Beyond his quest for revenge, he harbored a desire to construct a grand residence for his family.

Yet, Vritra remained undecided regarding the location and the logistics of such an ambitious project.

While Teresa was occupied with her luggage, the voice of the Divine resonated within his mind.

“Well, well, my congratulations. By marrying her, you’ve essentially purchased a one-way ticket to a world of chaos. Do you find yourself regretting it yet?”

‘No. Besides, I’ve grown accustomed to trouble. Regardless, I appreciate it,’ Vritra countered. He felt genuinely fortunate to have encountered such an incredible woman.

“Oh, don’t mention it. Now, I did pledge to assist your family, didn’t I? Take this as a starting point; the rest will follow later,” the Divine declared. In an instant, two new items manifested in Vritra's inventory.

Vritra was caught off guard by the abrupt gifts, though he knew that items provided by the Divine were consistently top-tier.

He inspected the first object: a miniature, ancient-looking door. Despite being crafted from metal, it possessed the appearance of a small toy.

“That is intended for Diana; it will prove to be an invaluable asset to her,” the Divine boasted. Even gods would likely shed blood to possess such a treasure.

Vritra noted the item's name.

‘Tomb of the Gods... oh!’ He could feel a staggering amount of energy radiating from the tiny doorway.

“Simply hand it over to her; she will intuit its function,” the Divine added. Now that his sister was under Vritra’s care, he felt more inclined to provide support.

Still, he couldn't help but wonder what their future held, given that both individuals seemed to be magnets for disaster.

Vritra then shifted his attention to the second item, which appeared to be nothing more than a scrap of reddish fabric.

“And what exactly is this supposed to be?” he inquired, unable to glean any information from the name alone.

“That is a highly unique weapon perfectly suited for your mother. It will facilitate her leveling process. Once she wields it, she’ll understand its power,” the Divine clarified, clearly expecting a word of gratitude.

‘Understood. Where is the rest of what you promised?’ Vritra asked while examining the cloth. His instincts told him it was just as potent as the miniature door.

“Tsk, I’ll provide more in due time. Such artifacts aren't easily located or moved. Oh, I also secured some useful items for your subordinates,” the Divine mentioned as two more objects appeared in the inventory.

One was a small, greenish bell with a rather peculiar name.

‘Hit Me Harder? What kind of name is that?’ Vritra puzzled over the label. He was unsure of its purpose, wondering if it served as a defensive artifact.

“Hit Me Harder—that bell is for the monk. If he continues to strike the bell with his skull, fists, or feet, his physical defense and raw power will escalate toward a specific threshold,” the Divine explained with a lazy tone.

‘I see, not bad. And the last one...’ Vritra looked at the final item, which was a simple map.

‘What about this map? There’s no description.’

“That map will guide Onest to a location perfectly tailored for his growth. His life will become difficult there, but his strength will soar,” the Divine answered.

‘Excellent. I’m confident he can survive some hardship. Next time, bring something for all my wives,’ Vritra stated.

Shitless and Onest had been loyal followers and had assisted his wives, so it was only right that they grew stronger as well.

Onest was creeping toward the Lord rank, but Shitless remained quite weak. In the future, the trials they would face would only grow more lethal.

“Sigh, such greed... demanding a dowry for my own sister...” the Divine muttered.

‘Those are wedding gifts, and you gave me your word. If that’s all, then begone,’ Vritra dismissed him. It was nearly time to return to the Yate realm.

Teresa had finished packing the treasures and gear she required, leaving a small portion for her relatives.

She had known about her arranged marriage for years. In her youth, she had fantasized about a blissful life as a wife.

But as she matured and witnessed the harshness of the world, she had simply resigned herself to whatever fate awaited her.

Long ago, she had crafted a pair of matching rings, but as she became more detached from her life, she had forgotten all about them.

‘I wonder if my husband will appreciate these...’ Teresa found comfort in the thought of wearing matching jewelry with him.

These were no ordinary trinkets; they offered immense defensive properties and allowed the wearers to track each other's locations instantly.

At the time of their creation, her skills were limited, so she hadn't been able to add further enchantments.

With a spark of excitement, she turned toward him, clutching a ring in each hand. Vritra had been so kind that she felt certain he would be pleased.

“Vritra, I’ve got a gift for you—a truly remarkable house, far superior to what you were imagining. It will be yours shortly.”

The Divine spoke again, not waiting for a response, sensing his sister was about to approach Vritra.

“Anyway, now that the immediate threat has passed, could you handle one more small task for me? It isn't nearly as dangerous; you just have to deal with a demigod—”

The suggestion immediately ignited Vritra’s fury. This fool had previously broadcasted his identity and location to the world, triggering the war.

It was indirectly the Divine’s fault that Yennefer was still missing, yet he had the audacity to ask for a favor?

“Husband, please look at th—”

“Get lost!” Vritra roared, blinded by his anger at the Divine. If the being had been physically present, Vritra would have beaten him senseless.

Suddenly, he froze and slowly turned his head.

Teresa was trembling, her body locked in place and her arms still extended toward him. Vritra’s shout had terrified her.

Her eyes welled up with tears instantly as she stared at him, her lips quivering.

“Wait, I didn’t mean yo—” but the damage was done. The woman who had lived a lonely, sheltered life began to sob.

“I—I knew you *SOB* *SOB* h-hate me… you don’t *SOB* want m-me either…” Even in her distress, she looked heart-wrenchingly beautiful, but Vritra quickly brushed those thoughts aside. This was a crisis.

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