Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 600 Bad Revenge

Vritra barely advanced a few paces before detecting an unexpected shift within his dimensional book.

He promptly inspected it and felt astonishment as he observed the small pill beginning to fracture.

A rush of delight and thrill surged through his heart at once. Turning his gaze toward his wives, he skipped any details and merely announced:

"Handle everything here, I will be back soon."

Vanessa and the rest gazed at him in astonishment, and prior to any questions from them, Vritra vanished from sight.

"What happened?" Diana glanced around at the group in bewilderment, and shortly after, everyone turned toward Yasmine, the one capable of viewing what Vritra perceived or communicating with him mentally.

After a brief pause, her eyes expanded in shock as she whispered: "Yennefer is back!!"

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Within the dimensional book, Vritra hurried over to the pill that was commencing to split open.

It required merely a handful of seconds before it fully crumbled away, revealing a faint strand of energy.

"It's her soul!" Vritra burst out, taken aback by her frail state and how near she teetered to true demise.

With such minimal power and vitality left, she lacked the ability to awaken and would perish entirely before long.

Vritra's pulse raced fiercely as he retrieved countless vials of soul potions.

Transforming them from fluid state into refined energy, he directed it toward the soul, allowing it to fortify and mend her.

Employing Nihil Anima, Vritra enveloped her soul, enabling the mythic halo to nurture and safeguard it.

Wasting no time, he kept channeling additional energy, desperately infusing it all into her soul.

Gradually, the soul's power grew as awareness began to stir within her.

Numerous minutes elapsed, and Vritra persisted until her soul attained the general rank in strength.

At last, she was secure. He brushed the perspiration from his brow and drew in deep, steadying breaths, his heartbeat pounding hard.

"Haa it almost feels like I have become a doctor and just performed the most difficult and critical surgery."

Yet due to his robust build, composure returned swiftly. Then his eyes lifted to the soul, where the outline shone transparently yet unmistakably as hers.

That elegant and majestic empress, her lids remained shut as her presence intensified steadily.

Vritra lingered in anticipation, a trace of anxiety lingering; this moment represented his greatest concern, for her revival would complete his family… at least temporarily.

Several quiet instants ticked by, the stunning form hovered steadily, retaining even now that commanding aura.

Among his wives, she displayed the least outward feelings, yet she relished asserting control over him intimately.

After a stretch of suspenseful seconds, her lashes quivered, and gradually, Yennefer unveiled her eyes.

Upon opening her azure eyes, she seemed disoriented and puzzled; Vritra simply observed.

As sharpness returned to her gaze, she surveyed her surroundings with queries forming in her expression.

Ultimately, her sight locked onto Vritra, surprise flashing across her features, and wordlessly she drifted nearer to him.

"Husband!!" Yennefer attempted an embrace, but her form merely phased through Vritra's, leaving her stunned.

Only then did she register her state, glancing downward, her charming features twisting in perplexity.

Her full and alluring shape quivered faintly.

"W- What's happening? Husband?" she raised her eyes to Vritra, who now faced her directly.

"Yenni, welcome back…" Vritra grinned, nearly overcome with tears at reuniting with her, though fortunately none fell.

Otherwise, crybaby would trigger pointlessly.

"Huh? I was… a dream? Didn't I die?" Yennefer peered up at Vritra, still pondering if this realm lay beyond death.

Following her sacrifice for Vritra, her physical form shattered, and her soul failed to endure as oblivion overtook her sight.

Yet abruptly, she entered an extended and enchanting dream.

A vision featuring solely her and Vritra, dwelling in seclusion atop a peak.

As devoted partners, mirroring their existence in that divine realm. Precisely one year had unfolded in that reverie.

Through it all, she cherished being with her deepest love.

Having endured separation once, she refused to face it again.

"Yenni, this is real. I am real and so are you." Vritra advanced, extending his palm toward her face though she remained merely a soul.

"I didn't die?" As bewilderment faded, a radiant smile bloomed on her lips.

Her spirit brimmed with affection and joy as she beheld her spouse. Despair had gripped her, convincing her of eternal parting.

Still, relief bloomed knowing his safety.

"Yes, you didn't. There are a lot of things you need to know, but first let's go out." Vritra beamed broadly, overwhelmed with elation.

The sovereign of his affections, Yennefer, ignited those same emotions within him, now amplified fiercely.

"…" Yennefer nodded eagerly, yearning intensely to embrace Vritra yet bound by her form.

Harnessing her soul energy like telekinetic force, she clasped Vritra's hand.

She longed to truly encounter his—no, their—family and share endless words with Vritra.

The pair departed the dimensional book and materialized back in the marriage hall; upon arrival, Yennefer marveled at the environment.

Particularly the odd sounds emanating from one specific chamber.

"Ignore that." Vritra hastily guided her toward his other partners.

By this point, nearly all guests had departed, though a handful from the Ford family lingered.

They occupied themselves with personal matters, ignoring the rest.

"Yenni is back!" Vritra declared, drawing the attention of all his women to her faintly indistinct shape, being a soul and all.

"…" Yennefer mirrored the wide smile as she regarded them in return.

She recognized Fiona, Vanessa, and Diana from prior encounters, and instantly identified Yasmine, though her attention halted on Teresa.

Her grin vanished as she turned to Vritra and inquired: "Husband, who is she?"

"Oh uh…" Vritra rubbed his cheek, recalling belatedly her strong possessiveness.

Initially, she resented his involvement with other women, though she eventually accepted it.

Consequently, she grew affectionate and insistent on greater shares of his attention and devotion.

Thus, it stood clear she would disapprove of him proceeding to wed yet another without her knowledge.

Complete with a lavish rite.

Vanessa stifled a laugh, curious how her son would navigate this.

Yasmine grinned mischievously, tempted to jest but opting against complicating matters for her spouse.

Maeve's absence spared her from aiding her master—er, husband. Yennefer noted the demoness missing as well, though it paled in significance now.

Diana offered a subtle smile, sensing an entertaining scene unfolding.

Meanwhile, Fiona, ever the responsible partner, stepped in to rescue her husband from the awkwardness.

She flashed Vritra an encouraging look and stated: "Let me explain to you. She is Teresa Ford, Sir Giant's granddaughter."

After a brief hesitation, she added: "And darling married her through a very grand ceremony some time ago, she is his seventh wife."

"…" Vritra stared at Fiona in shock, betrayal evident in his eyes; it appeared her grudge over lacking a formal ceremony lingered.

And she timed her retaliation perfectly.

'I was wrong, revenge isn't fun at all…'

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