Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 595 The Devil's Return

"W-What?" Shen got a sudden jolt. Spotting the person Jean meant, a shiver ran through him.

"Cough, what sort of misunderstanding could there be? Let's not delay any longer and proceed with the wedding ceremony." Shen urged the priest quickly.

"He offended me deeply; you must punish him on my behalf, or how will others view this?" Jean demanded with fury.

"Oh? And just how did he offend you?" Shen massaged his temples as his daughter showed up.

"H-He said..." Jean faltered, words escaping him. How could he repeat Vritra's words?

Vritra had actually praised the connection between the pair, which had sparked his rage.

"Anyway, you need to do something about it." He insisted after a brief pause.

"…" Only then did Shen realize that, besides all the other preparations, they should have better controlled the candidates' conduct.

Tiny leaped onto the little wooden platform, flashing a wide grin, and declared: "Priest, let's speed this up; I can't leave my boyfriends hanging."

The bride possessed one troublesome quirk: she always surrounded herself with male servants.

At her words, the faces of the three males onstage twisted in discomfort.

"Shh, didn't I warn you against mentioning that?" Shen whispered under his breath.

"Let's approach her right now." Oracle suggested, heading toward Teresa.

"Greetings, Teresa. I'm Oracle. You've probably heard of me already, haven't you? Well, I've come today for a crucial purpose." He stated gravely.

Teresa glanced his way but remained quiet. She continued clutching Vritra's arm.

"As you've likely noticed, our world faces immense peril at the moment, and I believe you're the only one who can resolve this crisis.

To protect all those suffering souls, would you consider becoming part of the Golden Moon? I can grant you a top position immediately." He continued.

"No, I refuse." Teresa replied resolutely, turning her back.

"H-Huh? Don't you wish to aid everyone? Will you simply let them perish?" Oracle was genuinely stunned. He had expected her to accept right away upon hearing about the people.

"And why must my wife align with your suspicious organization to achieve that? She can rescue them all by herself, and you still reek—keep your distance from us."

Vritra interjected, drawing Teresa protectively behind him while advancing a step.

A warm smile lit Teresa's face, warmed by his guardianship. The Fords had shielded her before, yet this sensation felt utterly distinct. She clung to his arm more firmly.

"I'm speaking to her, not you, and you don't get to choose for her. If I say she's joining, then she is." Oracle declared haughtily, bracing for conflict.

"Is that the case? But wouldn't it be pointless to join Golden Moon when it's doomed to last less than a day?" Vritra remarked with a sorrowful sigh.

"Oh, a threat, is it? Do you believe the Fords can shield you? Looks like I'll need to handle you before she complies." Oracle responded.

Yet Sir Giant, observing the escalating tension, rushed in to halt the confrontation, and Oracle held back temporarily.

"Your grandson-in-law won't survive long with such overbearing attitude." Oracle fumed, seething with anger.

"However, I stand with him—Teresa won't be joining the Golden Moon. Don't drag her into your schemes of power and peril." Sir Giant stated firmly.

"We'll discuss this post-wedding, and you—huh? Where has he vanished to?" Oracle scanned for Vritra, only to discover his absence.

"Haha, did I frighten off your family's prospective son-in-law? He certainly flees swiftly." Oracle chuckled, shaking his head before facing the stage.

"Sigh…" Sir Giant merely let out a heavy breath.

Up on the stage, Shen and Jean were equally taken aback by Vritra's disappearance.

The ceremony was on the verge of starting when abruptly, the heavens exploded with even more boisterous fireworks, lighting up the entire sky.

Astonishment swept through the crowd. Wasn't such a spectacle meant for after the vows?

"What's happening? Investigate immediately." Shen scowled, directing a servant.

Things at the wedding appeared to be spiraling out of control, but suddenly, a booming proclamation echoed.

"A distinguished visitor has arrived, journeying from distant lands, returning after many years. None other than…" A hush fell as murmurs spread.

No one could guess who merited such an elaborate reception. Never had anyone received this level of honor before.

In an instant, the vast chamber plunged into shadows, drawing all eyes to the doorway.

At last, the announcement's final words rang out:

"Vritra Arclis has entered the wedding!!"

Silence gripped the whole venue like a vice. Numerous guests had long since forgotten that name.

Yet for those who recalled it, mere utterance sent tremors through their souls.

After all, he was the fiend who had razed a whole continent in the past, slaying over a million lives and countless lords single-handedly.

"W-What nonsense is this? Who's behind this prank? Seize them now!!" Oracle bellowed. He nearly soiled himself once more at the sound of that name.

Then he dismissed it with a shake of his head. Impossible for that monster to return from the grave after divine retribution.

Abruptly, a fierce scratching sensation gripped his throat and stomach, as though something twisted within.

"What's the meaning of this? Vritra Arclis? Who's sabotaging this union?!!" Sir Giant roared in outrage.

Moments later, recollections flooded back to all about Vritra Arclis's identity.

"N-No, that monster can't be alive, can he? Can he? GULP, won't he slaughter us all?" A voice whispered from the audience.

"H-Hey, I recall Vritra wasn't truly guilty and even rescued plenty before. Didn't the empress herself declare it?" Another shared their opinion.

"Impossible—he demolished the continent and wiped out the whole force. How do you account for that?"

Chatter erupted everywhere as suspense thickened.

Sir Giant had witnessed Vritra's body firsthand, so he refused to accept a resurrection.

Clearly, this was either a cruel hoax or an attempt to disrupt the event.

But suddenly, a figure emerged at the threshold within the gloom, halting breaths across the room.

STEP

STEP

His footsteps echoed powerfully. The crowd parted as he advanced, all watching in anxious dread.

Midway through the hall, he halted. Beams of light suddenly bathed him, revealing his form.

The unforgettable visage reemerged for all to see.

Vritra Arclis stood among them.

Horns protruded from his head, a crimson aura cloaked his frame. Cracks spiderwebbed the ground beneath his boots.

Overhead, Onest and Shitless managed the lighting for the theatrical entrance.

Oracle trembled violently, his complexion drained pale as he toppled backward, mumbling incoherently.

"T-This can't be real; he's dead. It's a forgery, an imitation, n-no, who's behind this? Right, it's just a bad dream." Oracle quaked, utterly broken.

Hidden in the throng, Kryn too broke out in chills, terror invading his chest.

Sir Giant froze rigidly onstage. This was unmistakably Vritra Arclis.

Identical features, identical aura. No question—he had truly returned from death.

"Greetings, all. Do you mind if I interrupt this wedding?" A subtle grin played on his lips.

Yet his mere presence plunged everyone into terror.

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