Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 559 The Revelations

"I appreciate it, piti—I mean, Sir Vritra." Shitless offered a wide grin as he carefully stowed the bell away.

"Thank you, Vritra. I shall give it my all," Onest added, expressing his own thanks.

Vritra gave a brief nod. As the pair turned to depart, he tilted his head, struck by a sudden realization. Why had the monk stopped referring to him as the 'pitiful one'?

It was a minor detail, yet Vritra felt a sudden urge to understand the change. He called out before they could get away.

"Shitless."

"Yes?"

"Why did you drop the 'pitiful one' title just now? Actually, why did you insist on calling me that in the first place?" Vritra asked, finally addressing a habit he had long ignored.

"Hmm." Shitless narrowed his eyes, scanning Vritra from head to toe before providing an explanation.

"In the past, you were shrouded in a massive bubble of misfortune. It was a manifestation of a life filled with misery and a tragic conclusion," Shitless explained, pausing briefly.

"However, I can't see it anymore. It is as if that destiny has been severed from you entirely..."

Even Monk Shitless seemed puzzled by his own observation.

"What?" Vritra wasn't shocked that Shitless possessed the ability to perceive fate, but the sudden disappearance of such bad luck was baffling.

'Is this a result of my rebirth?'

He considered the possibility before asking another question:

"Back when we met right after you destroyed that temple, did I still carry that misfortune? I recall you using that name for me back then."

The monk searched his memory. Their meeting had occurred more than two years after Vritra's return from the war.

"Yes, it was still clinging to you then," Shitless confirmed with a nod.

That ruled out rebirth as the cause. How could his misfortune simply vanish?

'Was my luck truly that abysmal?' Vritra wondered. Despite the constant peril, he had always felt fortunate enough to be with his family.

Regardless, that wasn't the priority.

As he reflected, Vritra’s eyes shifted toward Teresa.

'Wait, did Tess somehow absorb my ill fortune? I assumed our contact was safe, and she claimed it didn't affect her.'

If she had taken his burden, the situation was dire. He turned to her and demanded an honest answer.

"Tess, tell me the truth. Did you take my bad fate upon yourself?"

Teresa had been listening intently. Her current power didn't grant her the sight to see the fate of others at a glance.

She required physical contact to perceive destiny, and even then, Vritra's fate had remained hidden from her since the beginning.

"No, I couldn't do that even if I tried," Teresa replied, shaking her head.

Seeking further verification, Vritra pointed toward Teresa and asked the monk:

"Shitless, do you see that same bubble of misfortune on her?"

"Hmm, no. While her life holds plenty of hardship, her bubble is significantly smaller than yours used to be," Shitless clarified.

Fiona watched the exchange in silence. What started as simple curiosity was rapidly turning into a serious matter.

'What is the cause then? How did it get separated... separated?' Suddenly, a realization struck him like a bolt of lightning.

Yasmine!

Her soul had been housed within his body previously. Could Shitless have mistaken her misfortune for his own?

Since the dragoness gained her own body, she hadn't encountered Shitless, and even in her soul form, she rarely showed herself to others.

The more Vritra analyzed it, the more logical it became. It was the only explanation.

Overwhelmed by a sudden wave of anxiety, Vritra reached out to her through their mental link.

Because of their lingering connection, he could still communicate and share his senses with her.

'Wifey... Wifey? Wifey! Yasmine!!'

Vritra called out repeatedly, but he met only silence. His dread intensified.

He had harbored a suspicion about the dragons from the start, fearing they might have betrayed her.

Most of them seemed to be feigning their joy at her return.

Vritra was ready to leave for the dragon realm immediately, but Shitless spoke again:

"Looking at her now, I see striking similarities between her fate and that old bubble of misfortune you carried."

He pointed at Teresa and continued:

"If you still had that aura, I would have guessed the two of you shared an incredibly deep bond... like siblings."

"!!!"

This revelation left Vritra stunned.

'Siblings? Does that imply Yasmine and Teresa are sisters? What?' Vritra felt his mind spinning.

Was Yasmine actually one of the Divine’s sisters?

The one who held two abilities and produced two of the most powerful mythic halos after her passing?

Was that the reason the demon gods were so desperate to eliminate her? They had made her their primary target the moment they realized she still lived.

"Are you absolutely certain they could be siblings?" Vritra pressed, his mind racing through the implications.

"Them? Based on the fate you used to carry, yes, I'm certain. The connections and similarities are undeniable," Shitless stated with total confidence.

Frowning, Vritra tried to contact Divine in his mind, but there was no response.

He began to piece the puzzle together. Yasmine had been preserved by Nihil Anima, a mythic halo that was incredibly weak at the time. It had devoured all other souls, yet it not only spared her but protected and fed her soul energy.

Perhaps her connection to the Divine was the reason they had tried to kill her in the past.

Every fact was starting to align.

Divine had orchestrated everything, putting Vritra through a living hell just to force his growth so he could serve as a protector for his sister.

It was all for Teresa. Otherwise, Vritra could have cultivated his power at a much safer pace.

His encounter with Yasmine in that cave was no accident.

Even Yasmine's parents might have known; they had died to ensure her safety.

Typically, anyone who uncovered one of the six truths would face the wrath of the gods and perish.

Yet Yasmine knew the truth of the gods and their very names, yet she remained unharmed.

If she truly was the Divine's other sister, she would naturally be exempt from such a fate.

In Vritra's vision, Teresa was the youngest, while the other sister was the eldest of the three.

"Huh? Siblings? What are you talking about?" Teresa looked at the monk with confusion. There was no way she was related to Vritra.

Vritra didn't respond, his thoughts a chaotic whirlwind until he forced himself to focus.

None of these theories mattered if Yasmine was in trouble. That was the only thing that counted.

He turned to Fiona. "Wait for me here. I have to go check on Yasmine."

After a moment of thought, he sent Teresa into the Divine realm.

She would be safe there for the time being. He couldn't risk leaving her behind.

'There shouldn't be a single Lord capable of defeating my wifey. Even if it were someone from the Divine Kage, she should have had time to alert me.'

Vritra sensed that whatever was happening, the danger was on a scale unlike anything they had faced before.

Without another word, he teleported away from the Yate realm.

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