Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 593 Stolen Kiss

Upon arriving on the continent, Jack yearned to reunite with Diana and desperately wished to locate Fiona as well.

With Vritra's demise, she ought to have escaped his hypnotic control at last. She would genuinely grasp his emotions and witness his immense power.

Yet, to his dismay, right when he arrived at the palace, word spread that the empress had vanished.

Jack pressed on with his hunt but failed to spot the goddess or Fiona, forcing him to linger in the capital.

Soon, the frigid catastrophe hit, compelling him to venture out for provisions, until one day a rift abruptly hurled him inside.

As his eyes fluttered open, he discovered himself within an subterranean legacy site brimming with valuables.

Naturally, having faced such situations countless times before, he didn't hesitate and began plundering immediately.

Soon after, guards seized him for theft, revealing that it was the Ford family's vault.

The zombie girl and Raino accompanied him there too.

At that moment, the guards roughly stripped him of all his glyphs, and then Onest employed his power to pilfer every item from his storage.

His private belongings were taken as well.

"Stop, you bastards! Those are just my clothes!!" Jack yelled, since even his garments weren't left untouched.

"Did you uncover everything in there?" Vritra glanced at Rich and inquired.

"Yeah, there's even more than what he took, should I give it back—" Rich began, but got cut off.

"No need, hold onto it all, consider it his payback."

Afterward, the guards and Rich departed, abandoning Vritra, Onest, Shitless, and three additional figures.

"What in the world are you doing? M-My things!!" Jack gazed in a stupor as he was robbed right in the open, then he shot a fierce look at Vritra.

Deep down, he felt a touch of astonishment at encountering such a striking figure.

"Who the hell are you? How do you know about me—" Jack started to say, but abruptly halted when his eyes wandered to a nearby table.

And sitting there was his enduring infatuation, Fiona herself.

"F-Fiona? Is it truly you?" He gawked at her in shock, noting how much more developed and poised she appeared.

Moreover, she looked far lovelier than in his memories, leaving him utterly stunned.

However, spotting the stunning goddess next to Fiona convinced him he'd at last tracked down both of them.

He swiftly scanned the other ladies and failed to identify Yasmine or Vanessa, with Teresa's features concealed.

Vanessa struck a vague chord of recognition, yet she'd transformed so drastically that he couldn't place her anymore.

But that was irrelevant; he dashed straight to the table without delay.

Vritra seemed mildly taken aback initially, but realizing Jack's destination, a sly grin formed on his face.

Why pass up the chance to torment someone so eagerly inviting it?

Halting before Fiona, Jack beamed widely and declared: "Fiona, I've finally located you!!"

Fiona, mid-conversation with the group, jolted in surprise as her frosty stare fixed on a man with a vaguely known face.

She pondered briefly but drew a blank, until noticing the crudely hidden tattoos, which jogged her memory.

"Jack?"

"I figured you'd recall me, haha! I missed you terribly—how have you been? You've missed me too, haven't you? I never had the chance to confess before, but I love you deeply. And you?"

In a rush, he blurted out a string of words, his face alight with delight.

He even flung his arms wide, as though preparing to embrace her.

Vritra shook his head; this fool was practically pleading for death by ogling his spouse.

His form vanished in an instant, reappearing on a chair wedged between Fiona and Diana, a dark blade clutched in his grip that he thrust at Jack.

"Huh?"

All at once, sensing pressure against his neck, Jack froze in place, arms outstretched.

His eyes turned to Vritra.

"You again—what do you want this time? Scram, don't ruin our moment." Jack bellowed in fury, attempting to shove the blade aside, yet it wouldn't yield an inch.

"Oh? You know her, do you?" Vritra probed, poised to shatter his spirit once more.

"Absolutely, I'm in love with her... and I'm certain she feels the same. Goddess, you know me too, don't you? I'm the hero—thrilled to see me?" His eyes darted rapidly between Fiona and Diana.

Each woman radiated breathtaking allure; Fiona was his initial flame, though he harbored some affection for Diana as well.

Nevertheless, on this occasion, he vowed to claim Fiona.

Yet just then, Onest approached, twisted his ear, and yanked him back.

Vritra observed as Jack was hauled off—the spectacle was only starting.

"What the hell are you doing? Ouch, ouch—who the hell are you?!!" Jack roared in rage, his ear nearly ripped free.

"Oh, apologies, apologies—I grabbed the wrong guy." Onest laughed lightly, released his ear, and strolled off.

Jack seethed with anger, nearly lunging at Onest, but Fiona took priority now.

He whipped his eyes back to the table, only to find it deserted.

"Huh? Where'd they vanish to? Was that all a hallucination?" Jack puzzled over it, even quizzing Raino, who verified Fiona's presence.

"Over there—Fiona's in sight." Raino abruptly gestured toward a spot, stunned by her enhanced beauty and newfound elegance.

Though still in her early twenties like them, she exuded such refined poise.

Jack spun around eagerly, set to charge ahead, but stiffened at the unfolding sight.

Fiona stood on the dance floor amid swirling pairs.

Shockingly, she twirled with that despised fellow from before; Jack's chest tightened painfully at their intimacy.

"No way—that scum, I'll end him!!" Jack fumed, his cheeks flushing crimson.

Meanwhile, Vritra clasped Fiona's hand, his free palm on her waist, as they swayed gently to the melody.

Their forms clung close, faces mere inches apart.

"Hehe, darling, you're quite the tease—you really enjoy stirring envy and crushing spirits."

Fiona murmured tenderly, aware of Vritra's scheme, so she nestled nearer, molding her figure to his.

"His fault for coveting my wife; this is merely the opening act." Vritra replied grinning, dipping his head as their visages neared perilously.

From afar, Jack teetered on collapse, unleashing a gut-wrenching cry.

How could he endure seeing a stranger claim the lips of his dream girl, his long-cherished love?

Observing their approach felt like a dagger to the core; Jack bolted recklessly to intervene.

He couldn't fathom why Fiona, his ideal match, would share such intimacy with just anyone.

"Exactly—he's probably mesmerized her somehow; I must rescue her!!" Jack howled while charging, unwilling to allow his destined partner sullied by another.

But out of nowhere, a blow struck his skull, toppling him.

Wasting no seconds, Jack scrambled up, eyes locking on the dance platform.

Alas, it was too late; before his stare, their mouths joined in a tender kiss.

As their lips softly intertwined, Vritra cast a look toward Jack.

Fiona simply shut her eyes, indifferent to Jack, savoring the kiss with her beloved.

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