Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 590 Drink It!!

[A/N: Don't read while eating.]

Lightning boomed beyond the window, streaking through the fierce blizzard and downpour for a fleeting instant.

Conditions outside appeared to be deteriorating further.

'Teresa must surely possess a way to handle this, and should she fail, we'll simply evacuate a handful of key individuals.' Such thoughts crossed Oracle's mind, since to him, the fates of common folk paled in comparison to those of elite leaders.

Moments later, he shut his eyes while lying solitary on the mattress.

No one ever earned Oracle's trust to share his sleeping space, and he always distanced himself from women.

The following day promised even greater prospects, as he anticipated acquiring a formidable artifact at last.

Amidst mulling over various matters, he gradually fell into slumber.

Hours flew by swiftly, and regardless of the raging tempest outdoors, his rest remained undisturbed and calm.

THUNDERRRR

Abruptly, a bolt cracked through the night sky, casting the silhouettes of three intruders against the room's wall.

These shadowy forms concealed their features behind fabric masks, with gloves encasing their hands as well.

Unaware, Oracle slumbered on, oblivious to their approach. Had he detected them, terror would have gripped him at the sight of these spectral presences encircling his bed.

The atmosphere hung utterly spine-tingling.

One intruder perched on the edge of the bed near Oracle's headrest, then lightly tapped his face, whispering gently: "Wakey wakey, daddy is here."

Oracle's face contorted in discomfort, his nostrils flaring, before his lashes trembled and his eyes gradually parted.

"Aww, are you up now?" the bed-sitter cooed, stroking Oracle's hair tenderly.

For a brief instant, Oracle seemed disoriented, yet shock swiftly overtook him as he fixed his gaze on the obscured silhouette and detected the presence of the other pair.

Strangely, their visages remained hidden from view, and his perceptions yielded zero details.

Paralysis seized him as he gaped at the one fondling his scalp, where merely a shiny bald pate came into focus. All three apparitions hid their faces completely.

"Who-"

Yet in a flash, the stroking hand gripped tighter, seizing his locks with brutal force and jerking his skull rearward.

Regaining his wits, fury surged through Oracle. He attempted to rise, only for the remaining duo to spring into action.

From the right side, Vritra clamped one arm with a single grasp and pressed his open hand against Oracle's torso, as Onest secured the opposite limb.

"Bahahaha, part your lips, we've got some choco for you, say aah~" Shitless cackled wildly while shoving his digits past Oracle's teeth.

Bursting into uproarious mirth, he wrenched the jaw wide, nearly dislocating it in the process.

"Take this, you bastard, I whipped it up myself so don't you dare spill a bit, hahahaha." Onest's guffaws echoed with equal madness.

Right away, he withdrew the flask and inverted it, though its innards stayed contained thanks to Vritra's intervention.

BANG

Summoning every ounce of power, Onest rammed the flask's wide mouth into Oracle's gape precisely when the monk retracted his fingers.

The formidable Golden Moon chief thrashed and contorted atop the sheets, flailing desperately like a stranded fish, yet escape proved impossible.

His mana churned chaotically, rendering it unusable. In that instant, utter helplessness defined him entirely.

"POUR IT!! Empty it all!! Submerge this motherfucker!!" Vritra bellowed, restraining his urge to slaughter the swine outright.

Devilish chuckles erupted from the trio. Without delay, Onest hoisted his right arm and slammed it down upon the flask's base with maximum force.

BANG

Deeper it plunged into his maw, nicking the edges of his mouth while the neck jammed straight into his gullet.

"Ooooogh oobbbb iiieeeee"

Desperate cries escaped Oracle as he glowered at his assailants, baffled by the abrupt onslaught.

Soon after, the flask's vile payload surged into his oral cavity, sending Oracle's gaze upward in horror while he battled to block the substance from descending his esophagus.

Abruptly, Shitless delivered a fierce blow to his abdomen, shattering his resistance momentarily.

"MUAHAHAHA, swallow it all. I mixed in my special piss myself, oh and also…" Shitless ranted on as the concoction kept pouring relentlessly.

Oracle's orbs nearly bulged from their sockets, revulsion overwhelming him, yet the liquid cascaded uncontrollably into his windpipe.

His mouth overflowed with the brew, its flavor nearly blacking out the lord-level powerhouse. Chunks floated within the mixture too, and upon hearing the revelation, Oracle retched it forth—only for it to be forced back inside.

"You piece of shit, did you like that?" Onest roared, compressing the container to shove additional sludge within him.

Agonized howls tore from Oracle as he writhed, the potion scorching his innards viciously. The repugnance bordered on unbearable.

Vritra, Onest, and Shitless compelled Oracle to ingest the entirety of the foul elixir, withdrawing the vessel solely after the final gulp.

Drained of vitality, Oracle hacked violently and shuddered nonstop, the chamber reeking foully. Fortunately, their masks shielded them from the odor.

"Kekekeke, enjoyed that? You lucky bastard, tasting such a treat. You're purified from within now—bide your time till hell claims you." Shitless crowed.

Gazing upon Oracle's shattered form with glee, the trio savored the moment. Vritra glanced their way and declared: "Let's go, that's all for now."

In a stupor, Oracle fixed his eyes on the overhead plaster and the vanishing outlines. The chaos had unfolded so rapidly, leaving him utterly clueless.

As the intruders began their departure, the bald one wheeled around and leaped high.

For ages, Monk Shitless had honed his training regimen. Beyond his shaven dome, he'd fortified his knuckles, kneecaps, and select other areas.

CRACK

Soaring upward, he drove a knee brutally into Oracle's groin, prompting the Golden Moon head to hack once more before blackness engulfed him.

…

A stretch of time elapsed before Oracle jolted awake. Scanning the area revealed emptiness.

"W- What was that? Just another nightmare?" Sweat soaked him thoroughly, and peering out showed daylight had arrived.

Relief washed over him at dismissing it as a mere bad dream, though a sudden cough expelled a small fragment.

"H- Huh? Did I consume something odd?" He discarded it promptly, convinced everything stemmed from slumber.

Rising then, he prepared himself for the impending nuptials.

***

Earlier, upon exiting Oracle's residence, the threesome soared off, unable to suppress their laughter.

Satisfaction brimmed from the act. Shitless beamed most of all, reveling in such depraved antics.

Vritra then summoned a gateway, dispatching the pair ahead while he lingered in isolation.

Flurries of snow and drifting particles descended upon him, yet none dared approach his form.

In contemplation, he reached out for Knight's aura, sensing the formidable warrior required additional duration.

Next, he retrieved the angling pole from storage. It originated from Zihong's belongings, untouched by trials until now.

"Divine?" Vritra summoned, receiving silence once more, which sparked his annoyance.

Responses came never from him unless personal gain loomed.

Abandoning the futile call to that worthless entity, Vritra experimented with the rod. Surely it held more than ordinary purpose.

Despite every effort, no extraordinary effects manifested.

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