Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 599 Love Room

Oracle stared at the doorway, and given the Divine Kage's prowess, they had to know by now about Vritra's comeback.

Should they manage to arrive, a sliver of hope for making it out alive still lingered.

"Lads, gather round." Vritra beckoned, causing the forms of ten Twilight followers to drift over to him.

Through his innate hypnosis, now far more potent than before, he issued the order: "We gotta dispatch this loyal pet off in bliss and stuffed full; no way we'll let him go out bare and starving."

"W-What?" The squad's head felt the same dread as their frames gradually touched down on solid ground.

"After all, it's a wedding, so let's sprinkle some passion into the atmosphere." Vritra's grin stretched further, sending chills through the eleven guys.

On the floor, Oracle twisted and begged nonstop. He realized his grave error, his huge blunder; he longed to beg forgiveness, yet time had slipped away.

Wasting no time on tension, Vritra declared: "Fine, haul him in there and screw him until he drops."

His words hit, draining color from every one of the eleven faces, Oracle's paling the most.

Merely picturing such an act filled him with shame. He yearned for death but lacked the vigor; motion eluded him entirely.

The Twilight crew yearned to plead too, yet their limbs acted on instinct, carrying them toward the wretched Oracle.

All ten boasted massive, robust builds, and unlike Oracle, their power remained intact.

Terror gripped the entire hall's occupants as they witnessed the ten hauling the Golden Moon chief into a chamber.

Soon, sharper cries erupted from within, mingled with rips of fabric, crashes of items, and heavy smacks.

Disgust and horror twisted the expressions of everyone present; visions of ten hulking figures assaulting Oracle made them retch uncontrollably.

The area now echoed with Oracle's stifled wails, assorted bangs, and Sir Giant's bellows.

Vritra lingered in place, savoring how sweet payback truly felt.

Right then, his eyes flicked upward, spotting multiple silhouettes speeding in.

Naturally, these were the Divine Kage arrivals; they'd shown up at last.

He gauged their power levels and sighed in letdown, noting none ranked below fifty.

The moment the two dozen or so touched down, an invisible force slammed them flat, tearing skin and snapping limbs.

Robotic chants escaped their lips in varied mutters, but powerlessness gripped them, igniting raw panic.

"Divine Kage, your bunch acts mighty bold. Why not dive into the bride's intimate festivities? Head on in and revel with the others. Go ravage one another till the end."

Instantly, their forms lurched forward without consent, pulling them into the chamber too.

Fresh clamor burst forth shortly after.

In no time, Sir Giant blacked out, unable to withstand the endless agony. Thus, Vritra wrapped it up; this sufficed. He chose to spare the clan henceforth, save for that one female.

His gaze shifted to the edge, where she had stirred awake and propped herself upright.

With a head shake, he lifted her mid-air amid her shrill shrieks, then hurled her off into the horizon.

She thrashed wildly, howling in fright, but vanished from sight quickly.

"Hah, now it's just about letting them clash on their own; this lot's wild and ravenous." Vritra laughed lightly, catching the frenzied racket from the room.

He felt revulsion himself and blocked out all awareness of it, refusing even a peek.

"DIEEEEEE!! YOU ALL DIE!!" A sudden roar shattered the air, jolting those who'd begun to unwind.

Vritra turned in astonishment too, quickly spotting a known face.

"Not a soul here merits breath; I'll wipe out every hand in her death." The figure bellowed.

This was Han Gratt himself, the hidden admirer of Yennefer, who'd vanished post-battle as well.

'Well, what's he doing here?' Vritra pondered, holding back at first to observe the deranged soul.

Han's gaze burned red, locks disheveled; madness had clearly consumed him.

"I'll shatter you all into dust." He roared with unhinged glee.

For ages, he'd hunted Yennefer across lands, yet clues stayed forever out of reach.

Ultimately, grim reality dawned: she could be lost for good, perhaps slain.

For her sake alone, he'd trailed that ruler; unable to claim her heart, Han aimed to aid Yennefer however possible.

But with her vanished, vengeance burned—to end all war players.

He'd schemed ways to strike them down, though his might fell short, seizing this moment instead.

With this crowd assembled, he planned to erupt them via his stashed artifacts.

"Greetings, it's been ages, Han." Vritra rose airborne, his fiendish form radiating lethal menace.

"H-Huh? Vritra? You? You're alive? But weren't you gone? Wha-What?" Han reeled in true disbelief, eyes bulging.

Yet he snapped out of it, demanding: "Yennefer—where is she?!!"

"…She's safe and by my side; just go and rebuild your world." Vritra replied evenly, harboring no ill will toward him.

During the conflict, Han had indeed battled for their cause, all for Yennefer.

"Alive?!! For real? Where? Let me lay eyes on her." Han pressed eagerly, elation flooding him; that news alone promised serenity.

"Alas, today's mess bars a reunion. Still, care to hop in?" Vritra smirked, gesturing to the far-off chamber.

Though Yennefer had returned, he'd never tolerate Han approaching her.

Past ties or not, with her as his own and Vritra's jealous streak, allowing Han close was impossible.

Han blinked in startlement, ear straining to the bizarre cacophony from that space.

His brow furrowed as probes delved within, blanching his complexion before he heaved.

An obscene frenzy unfolded there among countless males, a grotesque and vile spectacle.

"N-No, but Yennefer's truly returned?" Han grasped little else, fixated solely on that.

"Indeed, she's thriving. With my watch, erase all frets or thoughts of her. Depart now." Vritra stated, gaze sharpening.

Han dawdled momentarily, queries brimming unspoken, but ultimately dipped his head and pivoted away.

"Oh, and take this—I meant it to shatter this whole domain." As he departed, Han flung a rune at Vritra before vanishing.

Vritra hovered briefly, then descended to earth.

He avoided rousing the room's chaos, letting guests flee first; their tales would amplify Oracle's infamy and his own renown.

Vritra strolled toward his spouses when a subtle twinge hit, and seconds later, the small pill fragment in his storage crumbled.

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