Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 589 It's Gone

Vritra popped a single candy between his lips. These treats hailed from his time in the Phoenix Kingdom, just prior to the attempted robbery by those scoundrels.

The flavor turned out surprisingly delightful. Vritra lingered patiently, knowing full well that the concoction he'd requested wouldn't come together without effort.

His eyes lifted skyward. Extending a palm, he snagged a drifting spore and examined it closely.

Yet despite his sharp perception, nothing unusual registered, so he discarded it and resumed his vigil.

"Hubby," Yasmine's voice echoed abruptly in his thoughts. Briefly, Vritra imagined her presence nearby, only to recall their mental link.

'How's the training progressing?' he inquired, chafing his palms together and exhaling heated breath onto them. Fortunately, this level of chill posed no real threat to him.

"This core is truly wondrous; my power surges ahead rapidly. Yet it's dreadfully dull—where have you ventured off to?" she replied. Up until now, she hadn't tapped into his perceptions, missing the details of his scheme.

'Ah, it's merely a modest surprise for…' Vritra outlined his intentions, prompting the dragoness to erupt in hearty laughter. How she yearned to join him at this instant.

Still, this shared awareness served its purpose well enough.

As they conversed, Vritra's solitude in the vast expanse lost its tedium.

Soon enough, Onest and Shitless reappeared, their expressions beaming with wide grins.

Vritra glanced over and queried, "Is it complete?"

"Finding those particular materials proved challenging, but the result exceeded your specifications. Feast your eyes on this." Shitless waved enthusiastically toward Onest.

The latter promptly retrieved a large container, holding no less than three liters. It brimmed with various foul substances.

The instant it emerged into view, an overwhelmingly repulsive odor permeated the entire area. It surpassed the reek of scores of decaying bodies.

Vritra swiftly yanked a handkerchief from his inventory and clamped it over his nostrils. At once, the foul aroma ceased its assault.

In its place, Teresa's enchanting scent enveloped his senses. It functioned almost like a personal purifier, blocking out the vile stink entirely.

Shitless and Onest grimaced, noses twitching as they shielded their faces with scraps of fabric, thumping their torsos like something corrosive gnawed within.

"What do you think?" Onest inquired. Multiple layers of gloves encased his hands. He recoiled at the mere thought of a single droplet contacting his flesh.

Just the pair of them understood the makeup of that vile liquid. Its repugnance silenced any desire to discuss it.

"Hmm…" Vritra gave an approving nod. Clutching the handkerchief in one grip, he withdrew a tiny vial sourced from Teresa as well.

Next, he levitated it and decanted its contents into the larger vessel.

Right away, a fierce reaction ignited, causing it to froth and bubble violently. The eruptions burst skyward, dissolving the nearby snow in an instant.

"Perfection achieved—excellent work." Vritra complimented, his mouth twisting into a smile beneath the cloth. He continued:

"Time to move out."

"Muahahaha, this is magnificent! I've been dying for an opportunity like this." Shitless cackled wildly, like a deranged inventor in ecstasy.

Onest stowed the container and chuckled along. He concurred—this promised genuine amusement.

Chatting animatedly about their creation, the trio trudged onward, their steps plunging into the thick drifts of snow.

Vritra then lobbed a pair of candies their way, which they snatched mid-air and savored immediately.

"Mmm, delicious. Appreciate it, you poor soul." Shitless remarked, with Onest voicing his gratitude too.

"Poor soul? Hasn't my misfortune vanished?" Vritra questioned, arching his brows.

The monk eyed his crown and murmured, "Misfortune clings to you eternally, and no superior title springs to mind."

They strolled casually, yet abruptly Shitless dropped to his knees. He gripped his neck and wailed in anguish:

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Startled, Vritra and Onest whirled around, baffled by the monk's sudden collapse.

Had the liquid or the candy triggered this?

Onest nearly ejected his candy on reflex, but trust in Vritra's intentions halted him.

"What's the matter? Some kind of allergy?" Vritra pressed urgently, producing several potions poised to administer.

"I-It's vanished, SOB," Shitless gazed upward, eyes brimming with tears, and whispered.

"Vanished what? Care to explain?" Vritra pressed, utterly perplexed.

"T-The candy—I gulped it down by mistake. SOB, it's lost forever, and it tasted divine, SOB." Shitless vented his sorrow.

Vritra rolled his eyes as Onest smacked the monk's skull. Such theatrics over mere confectionery.

"Take this one instead." Vritra offered another, shaking his head in disbelief.

"R-Really? Bless you, SOB, you're the greatest, unfortunate o-one." he stammered.

Suppressing the impulse to cuff him again, the pair pivoted toward their departure point.

With no further delay, they soared off. Naturally, Shitless remained flightless, so Vritra employed dust control to carry him.

***

As dusk approached,

Distant from the Quartz continent lay the stronghold of the Golden Moon.

The leader of this faction, Oracle, summoned yet another assembly.

Lately, the relentless snow and pervasive spores had turned daily life into a ordeal, and he'd realized the spores' impact extended far beyond initial fears.

Thus, he aimed to confront these calamities head-on, or failing that, safeguard the elite at minimum.

Scant individuals possessed the means to act amid such chaos, and the Stealer of Fate ranked among them.

They'd previously attempted her enlistment, only for her to vanish without trace, and Oracle's gift confirmed the Yate family's honesty.

Consequently, he'd ceased his pursuits, but intelligence now revealed her reemergence.

Moreover, she was likely attending the Fords' nuptials, prompting him to attend in person with fellow Golden Moon affiliates.

Aware of her compassionate nature, he trusted a handful of persuasive words would sway her, securing her partial allegiance effortlessly.

From there, they'd devise methods to bind her services to the Golden Moon indefinitely. A prodigy like her demanded exclusive loyalty.

Once strategies solidified, he concluded the gathering and retreated to his quarters. Following sundry duties, he opted for repose.

Even for beings of their caliber, such downtime eased mounting psychic strain.

Oracle savored the unfolding progress. Pre-war, his prowess lagged behind.

He'd deferred to fellow Golden Moon figures, notably Sir Giant, yet circumstances had shifted dramatically.

A superior new form had come into his possession, bolstering his might substantially in recent years.

Truth be told, that conflict yielded him the greatest gains, despite the lingering scars from Vritra, the fiend who haunted his dreams.

Yet fortunes improved steadily.

He'd seized the Quartz continent bloodlessly. The empress's abrupt absence proved a boon.

Reclining upon his bedding, he peered through the pane at raging gales and crackling bolts.

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