Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 608 Fishing

In a distant realm beyond reach,

A figure occupied a vast, pristine void devoid of any surroundings, draped in a garment woven from pure luminescence.

Despite bearing a human form, he appeared utterly otherworldly.

His flesh radiated a sacred aura, while an immense aura of dominance emanated from him.

Across from him, separated by a tabletop, a female form was seated. Yet, both she and the table existed only as projections, not truly there in this place.

The man gazed upward toward the heavens, lost in apparent contemplation.

Moments later, a grin spread across his features, prompting a soft laugh to escape him. "You were right," he declared, his eyes shifting back to the golden-tressed woman, her outline too indistinct.

"..." She offered no response, merely persisting in her vacant stare at the skies above.

"Just nine years sufficed for you to grasp him so deeply? In any case, with your victory in yet another wager, I'll honor our agreement." He stated.

"How can I not, when he is mine. Anyway, speed it up, I can't wait any longer." The woman's detached stare at last fixed on the man, her words delivered with urgent impatience.

"Haha, you've endured centuries already; what difference do a few more years make? Besides, are you truly certain? This might spell danger even for someone like you." He inquired, a faint smirk playing on his lips.

"Yes, when have I ever minded risks where he's concerned." She replied, her eyes wandering once more to the heavens.

A fleeting glimmer of yearning and fixation danced in her gaze before her expression reverted to stoic neutrality.

"That's... true; be it that mighty skill Mutamorphis or the rest of them, you've lavished him with chances, acting the ultimate benefactress." He chuckled.

"Divine, this marks the final task for this projection of yours. Don't you wish to-" she began, only for Divine to cut in.

"It's alright; I'm ever watchful over my sisters—how could I allow their demise to repeat? Though I can't dictate their destinies, I've provided sufficiently." He remarked, his attention turning back to the view of Vritra.

Relief and joy filled him; he felt secure in committing his sisters' protection to a man of such caliber.

"Very well, I'll depart now. Their path ahead is vast and perilous—ensure they're thoroughly equipped." The woman declared, her form starting to fade away.

"Naturally, I'd never let my brother-in-law venture into such hazards without full readiness." Divine murmured.

Before long, solitude enveloped him; having observed all he needed, the moment to join the fray had arrived.

***

Returning to the world of Zorath, Vritra faced a barrage of inquiries from his spouses.

Displeasure was evident among them; they cherished Teresa, yet their concern for Vritra ran deeper. Yasmine's distress deepened further at the news of his newfound infertility.

She'd strived relentlessly to bear his child—for her sibling's sake, no less—yet how could she reconcile with this outcome?

"Hubby, you must seek a fix right away; the world's state means nothing to me—let it crumble, let it perish—but I won't stand for this." Yasmine asserted resolutely.

"Honey, you shouldn't have rushed into such a major choice without weighing the fallout." Vanessa remarked.

"Tsk, it's all on her account; I'm going to-" Fiona had barely begun warming to

Teresa as kin, but now her resentment surged intensely.

"Stop; it's not her doing—it was entirely my call." Vritra halted Fiona, his temples throbbing amid the encircling press of his wives.

Even the echoes of Maeve and Yennefer resounded within his thoughts.

He struggled to soothe their collective ire; having expended his sole opportunity to pilfer destiny, repetition was impossible.

Vritra was utterly at a loss, yet at that instant, an unfamiliar voice echoed in his consciousness.

"Hey there, how has life been?"

It belonged to none other than Divine.

Startled briefly, Vritra informed the group he required a private word with Divine and vanished from their midst.

Materializing high in the remote skies, a measure of relief washed over him at last.

"You bastard, where've you hidden all this while? I've been summoning you endlessly, you wretched pest." Vritra vented, his pent-up aggravations spilling forth. "Ah, sorry—I couldn't respond; my reserves were critically depleted. Anyway, it looks like trouble's brewing; did you employ that fishing rod from earlier?" Divine queried abruptly.

"No, I haven't. But first, you need to hel-" Vritra started, cut short by Divine's interjection.

"Huh, why not? Give it a go now; we'll discuss after. No delays—my power's waning fast." Divine urged, fueling Vritra's rising fury even

more.

Yet for the present, obedience to his directive was Vritra's sole option.

Swiftly retrieving the fishing rod, he demanded in a irked and hasty manner: "What next? What purpose does it serve?"

"Simply act as one does with a fishing rod—attempt to hook a catch." Divine instructed, then quickly appended: "But it requires a watery medium to function; ah, perhaps test it in the flowing current within the Null ability?"

"Null?" Vritra hesitated, pondering the idea; yes, upon engaging Null, he'd glimpsed

an infinite river coursing endlessly.

[Null Activated.]

Posing no more queries, he invoked the ability without delay and

promptly immersed in the shadowy, well-known void.

One edge held the rushing waterway, alongside a few additional elements

present too.

Disregarding the rest, he concentrated solely on the river, drawing near to take

his stance.

Once, lingering there proved unfeasible, but as a demigod now, with Null's mastery at full 100%.

No strain or discomfort assailed him.

Lacking much fishing expertise, he mimicked prior observed motions

and cast the hook ahead.

The hook plunged right into the boundless flow, clearly not composed of

actual water.

After a brief wait, a forceful yank jolted him; reacting instantly,

Vritra reeled back with maximum force.

WHOOSH

A silhouette was hauled in via the line, touching down rapidly at his side.

Yet upon beholding it, Vritra's eyes bulged in astonishment.

For standing before him was unmistakably his own likeness.

"What... does this signify?" Vritra gaped in confusion; this entity was

undeniably a replica of himself.

Yet it remained motionless and mute, devoid of any vital spark.

Ere Divine could answer, an odd feeling coursed through Vritra.

His frame, innards, skeleton—every cell—started to quiver abruptly, mirroring the duplicate's response.

Their forms drew inexorably close and fused in a sudden union, forming a single whole. Soon, Vritra's physique steadied; the speckled markings had vanished.

His sight restored, the pilfered fate strands erased, even the power spent sustaining the ability returned intact. Vritra stood stunned and speechless, as if reborn

entirely.

His attire seemed freshly made, the transformation overwhelmingly profound.

Glancing at the unassuming fishing rod below, then to his renewed self, Vritra realized this artifact exceeded his wildest anticipations; it could mend not just his affliction and body, but destiny too.

"Divine, just what is this thing?"