Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 592 The Gathering of Old Friends

The vehicles came to a halt right before the Ford family's entrance, where a group of servants hurried over to greet the arrivals.

Spotting Vritra accompanied by a few companions, the servants wasted no time in notifying the household members.

In short order, both Shen and Sir Giant showed up at the entrance.

"Art, welcome," he greeted with a grin, appearing quite cheerful.

Once all had stepped out from the vehicles, his eyes scanned the group before he inquired: "Didn't your parents join you, or any other folks from the Yate realm?"

"No, they were occupied with different matters," Vritra answered flatly while signaling the servants to carry the presents indoors.

Standing next to him stood Fiona, Diana, Vanessa, Teresa, and Yasmine, their presence drawing immediate stares from numerous onlookers.

"Oh, that's fine, do come in," Shen urged, keeping a cautious gap from Vritra despite his words.

As the group entered the premises, Vritra and his entourage spotted various prominent individuals. Naturally, it was Fiona and Diana who highlighted them.

During the escort inward, Sir Giant paused to attend to some additional guests.

"Over here, we've set aside spots for you all. Should you require something, simply request it," Shen added in a rush.

Vritra gave a nod before settling into a chair with his wives. Nearby, not too distant, sat Shitless and Onest.

Those two appeared locked in some kind of dispute.

Ignoring their squabble entirely, Vritra shifted his focus straight to a cluster of males farther off.

True to his anticipation, Oracle was present, along with plenty of fellow Golden Moon affiliates.

Big Guy had made it too, having narrowly escaped death during that conflict.

The presence of a handful of demons was detectable as well. Naturally, at an occasion of this scale, they'd make their way in.

Be it driven by concealed intentions or merely seeking chances.

Vritra kept scanning the area, and shortly after, a flicker of astonishment hit him upon spotting an unforeseen face.

None other than Kryn, Grieves' chief, who had astonishingly endured the war.

Barring Sloth the demon, nearly all key players from the event had assembled here.

The Twilight crew was in attendance too, though Vritra felt a twinge of letdown at Red's absence from the ceremony.

The head of Bone Blood Cult, a faction long dismantled and absorbed into Twilight.

'Han isn't present either; he's vanished since that war ended,' Vritra mused. Han served as the human emperor's guardian and harbored a secret affection for Yennefer.

He resolved to address those matters on their own. At present, his priority lay with handling Golden Moon and Kryn.

A number of servers delivered an array of foods and beverages to the table.

"Honey, when are we beginning?" Yasmine questioned, a glint of murderous urge in her gaze. She struggled to restrain herself from lunging at Oracle.

"Hold off for now; allow the wedding to unfold," Vritra instructed, his eyes fixing on Oracle, who chatted with Sir Giant.

Moments later, he chose to approach and converse.

"Stay put, and should anyone attempt foul play, feel free to eliminate them. It aligns with my scheme," Vritra declared while rising and motioning to Shitless and Onest.

The trio moved toward a compact gathering that included several more Golden Moon affiliates.

"Greetings, I presume you're Oracle, the head of Golden Moon? I've come across many tales of your deeds," Vritra cut in abruptly, drawing every gaze his way.

"Hmm, and who might you be?" Oracle eyed Vritra, quickly identifying him as Teresa's spouse yet feigning ignorance.

A touch of surprise struck him at Vritra's bold demeanor and lack of fear in his company.

'Haa, the Yate lineage lacks power. Does he rely so heavily on the Fords and Teresa for his assurance?' Oracle pondered. He acknowledged Vritra's capabilities to some extent but dismissed them as insignificant.

"This is Art Yate, my grandson-in-law," Sir Giant interjected swiftly. With his physique now taken by Vritra, his own power had plummeted sharply.

He dreaded the possibility of Vritra sparking conflict with Golden Moon.

"W-Why don't you converse with..." Sir Giant stammered, only to get cut off.

"I never thought you'd attend such a minor gathering amid the planet's dire straits, Golden Moon, heh," Vritra snickered, with Shitless joining right in.

"They're lounging here in luxury while folks pin their hopes on Golden Moon for rescue. I figured they were superior, but clearly they're mere trash, worthless filth, dung-munchers—"

The monk kept unleashing barbs without halt, ceasing only when Sir Giant broke in.

"What do you mean, haha, he loves his jests," he claimed aloud, then whispered: "Who in blazes are you? How'd you sneak inside?"

Yet Oracle stayed composed. Fixing his stare on Vritra, he remarked: "Regarding that, we'll require Teresa's aid to resolve this turmoil. I trust you won't object—though it hardly signifies."

However, prior to Vritra's response, Shitless burst into laughter and jabbed a finger at Oracle.

"Forgot your diaper today? What's with the dripping? Hahaha."

Every gaze snapped to Oracle, astonishment rippling through as they noticed the damp streak, followed by a pungent odor.

"!!!" Oracle's shock deepened. Oddly, his lower region had behaved erratically since dawn.

At this point, composure eluded him entirely. He shot a fierce look at Shitless before spinning around and striding off in haste.

"Eww, that stench is vile—don't say you soiled yourself too. Golden Moon's boss urinated, folks, he wet himself!!" Shitless bellowed, jabbing toward him.

Oracle burned to crush that bald fool's skull, yet he fled swiftly, vanishing from view.

Were it not for his ulterior purposes, such disgrace would have driven him to abandon the venue outright.

"Halt!" yelled one of Golden Moon's Seats, poised as though ready to strike.

"Oh, and what then? Soak your trousers?" Shitless guffawed. Vritra's proximity meant zero worry for him.

"You—" Tension peaked toward violence, but Sir Giant stepped between them.

Still, Vritra's focus diverted elsewhere.

Farther along, guards encircled a youth.

A figure Vritra identified at once.

'Jack!!' he inwardly cried out, stunned to locate him in the most unlikely spot.

Rich lingered nearby, face twisted in fury, interrogating Jack.

Vritra promptly advanced to the cluster and queried: "What's going on, Rich?"

"Oh, Art... um, uncle, uh... we caught this fellow rummaging in our stores. He was pilfering items, and when pressed, he claimed entry to a secret inheritance."

"Oh, so you're Jack?" Vritra's mouth twisted into a grin. Could things improve further?

"You recognize me?" Jack blinked in surprise, soon concluding it made sense.

Given his remarkable rise and heroic reputation, fame was inevitable.

"Yes, absolutely, I'm quite familiar with you," Vritra affirmed, then turned to Rich: "He's blameless; confiscate his loot and let him go."

"… Fine." Rich agreed with a nod, directing the guards to frisk Jack.

Naturally, the aspiring champion resisted fiercely, rage boiling over.

"Touch me and you'll regret it—the whole Ford clan will vanish!!" he warned.

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