Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 609 Argento

"This treasure is truly unique; it can elevate you to your utmost peak despite all the hardships you've endured. Thus, barring an instant one-shot kill, dying becomes utterly impossible for you." Divine replied, before continuing:

"It boasts several other capabilities too, such as snatching items from any inventory, glyph, or form of storage. And the most incredible feature? You can even hook others' fates with it. You'll come to comprehend it fully through usage."

"...Oh!" Vritra felt a surge of genuine astonishment; this artifact surpassed his every anticipation.

He shut down the Null realm and reemerged into reality, once more sensing the chill in the air.

The affliction, the sightlessness, all of it had vanished completely.

Stowing the invaluable artifact securely, he inquired gravely: "Now then, can you explain these spores and the abrupt transformations? What's truly happening?"

"Sigh, where's my gratitude?" Divine remarked in a tone laced with mock sorrow.

"What? You're still demanding thanks? Why not show up here so I can deliver one personally."

With a scowl, Vritra retorted, his irritation boiling over. He longed to deliver a solid smack or two.

This scoundrel had the audacity to provoke him, obviously holding back until Vritra extracted Teresa's cursed fate.

Only at that moment did he deign to reply, plainly to gauge Vritra's resolve.

"Alright, alright, I suppose I owe you thanks for looking after my sister." Divine chuckled, then quieted down.

A short silence followed, after which his grave tone emerged: "And as you suspected, an entity beyond your world bears responsibility for the spores and bizarre alterations."

"Was it a deity? Are they still gunning for us?" Vritra recalled how gods had hounded Yasmine and Teresa, yet this assault didn't aim straight at them.

"No, gods wouldn't pull off something like this, not in the open anyway. It stems from another world." Divine stated solemnly, a rarity for his usual demeanor.

"Another world? Attempting to thin out rivals early? Is it the one we'll face in our upcoming trial?"

Vritra probed as a flurry of queries raced through his thoughts, eager for elaboration.

"Indeed, they're aiming to reduce competition, but not that world—they lack the capability for such a feat. It's from a realm already immersed in their third Game." Divine clarified.

"Third Game? We haven't even faced the trial yet, so why interfere? Aren't future Game details supposed to stay concealed?" Vritra's scowl intensified, fury swelling within. "They must foresee your victory in the trial and the subsequent three Games. Thus, in the fourth, our worlds clash, so they're sabotaging ours preemptively.

Absolutely, such intel ought to remain secret, but you know those devious deities. They didn't just leak it; they actively aided the chaos against the Zoratian world, all without dirtying their own hands."

Divine vented, his words dripping with fury.

"Sigh, so is there a method to halt this madness? Can't we lodge a complaint or similar?" The barrier from Teresa offered no lasting fix.

She'd fallen sick without direct spore exposure, signaling that further ailments would erupt in coming surges.

"Complain? To who? The gods themselves oversee everything here, ignoring each other's infractions unless they're outrageously blatant," Divine explained.

"So we bide our time until the trials begin? But countless folks will perish, and my kin will face peril too. There has to be another path."

Vritra declared, his rage mounting toward the deity and the culpable world behind it all.

"There is—let's amplify their error into a catastrophe. Escalate it until the aiding god faces severe repercussions themselves." Divine proposed, his voice turning cold and merciless.

"And what's our approach?" Vritra resolved to pursue this route regardless of risks, preferring confrontation now over trials laced with future threats.

"By infiltrating their third Game, though I must warn you: it'll prove exceedingly perilous, particularly for you, given nearly six months have elapsed since it commenced.

Everyone begins on equal footing, yet participants, creatures, and everything else will have grown formidable by now, while you'll enter fresh," Divine cautioned.

'Six months? That's precisely when these spores began descending—is it mere chance? Or does their Game tie into this mess?' Vritra pondered, yet such details paled in urgency.

matter now.

"Yes, I'll join their Game. Care to share more details?" Vritra sensed a measure of calm, having pinpointed the crisis's origin and discovered a countermeasure.

"From a realm named Argento, ten players were dispatched to a distant world gripped by fresh apocalypse.

Their mission: endure until its conclusion and eliminate designated foes." Divine outlined briefly, then pressed on:

"But entering late means not just surviving to the finish—you'll need to slay all ten and ascend the tower as well."

"Hmm, got it. How long does this Game endure, and must I venture solo?" he queried, the deeper his insight, the stronger his position.

"It spanned three years originally, with six months gone. And no, deciding companions is yours alone, up to ten at most.

Bear in mind, you'll be absent for nearly a year." Divine responded, maintaining gravity throughout their exchange.

Vritra mulled it over; escorting his wives posed hazards, yet abandoning them for a year felt untenable.

Their presence by his side would grant peace of mind, so he swiftly decided.

"Fine, when do we depart?" Vritra pressed, resolve gleaming in his gaze. If they sought to undermine him, he'd turn the tables in their arena,

quite literally this instance.

"Whenever you're set, but make haste—there are additional matters to cover, which I'll detail upon your readiness to depart." Divine advised.

"Alright, once everyone attains demi-god rank, we'll set off!" Vritra affirmed, reflecting on Divine's earlier points.

It appeared their present power levels might reset upon entry, with all starting afresh.

After a bit more dialogue, their talk concluded; Divine fell quiet as Vritra soared homeward.

Joy and wrath churned within him equally.

Upon reaching the shadowed abode, his wives promptly encircled him, launching into grievances.

"Hold on, see? I'm completely restored now. No more illness, no blindness, no misfortune..." then, glancing at Yasmine, he appended: "And I can father a child."

Yasmine and the rest eyed him dubiously: "You're not just saying that to shield Teresa, are you?"

Vritra rolled his eyes, exasperated by their overblown response.

"Naturally not— I'd never fabricate something like this." He assured them with sincere earnestness.

"Truly?" Yasmine squinted suspiciously, unconvinced and suspecting he might be sparing her sibling's feelings.

"You can confess the reality; we'll stand by you regardless." she pressed, probing cautiously.

"Very well, proof is what you seek? Then let's proceed until I've ensured your pregnancy." Vritra scooped Yasmine up abruptly and strode into a chamber.

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