Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 742 Ill fated

Vritra simply rolled his eyes at PetoPhil and walked towards his wives, who embraced him one by one, quite clearly proud of his achievements.

Evelyn watched Vritra from her seat. Even though he was right in front of her, she found herself unable to hold him close.

A pang of sadness struck her. While Vritra had finally recalled his affection for her, her family and the higher beings would undoubtedly continue to be a source of trouble.

All the battles Vritra had engaged in on this planet were undeniably perilous, yet they paled in comparison to the might of the higher beings.

That realm was far too lethal; even someone of the Divine's stature or Evelyn herself couldn't act entirely as they pleased.

There was still so much Vritra remained unaware of, and Evelyn intended to begin by helping him recall their shared moments from that lengthy dream.

After gazing at him for a prolonged moment, she turned and departed, soon leaving the court.

As Evelyn walked away, Vritra glanced back. For reasons unknown, he sensed a profound loneliness emanating from her, instinctively yearning to draw her near.

To bring her happiness and banish that solitude.

However, he refrained from acting and merely watched as Evelyn disappeared from his view. Despite his inaction, he felt immense gratitude towards her.

Without her intervention, he would have surely lost this trial. Moreover, she was the one who had bestowed upon him all these opportunities and skills. It was solely thanks to her that he had entered this new world.

To experience such wonderful things, to grow so powerful, to meet his wives—otherwise, he would have ended up just like those humans during the apocalypse.

Merely struggling to survive a deadly game, perishing without even a moment's chance. Thus, his gratitude towards Evelyn was profound.

Nevertheless, this gratitude wasn't enough to stir romantic love. Should a time arise where she needed help, he would reciprocate her kindness to the best of his abilities.

For the present moment, they had just emerged victorious from a lethal game and were finally at liberty to return to their respective homes.

All his wives were overjoyed, and the same sentiment was shared by Shitless, Onest, and Asmodeus.

"Your rewards will be dispatched to you shortly."

"You shall all now be returned to your individual planets!"

"But will Shitless continue to appear as a red mutant?" Onest inquired, unable to fathom parading around with such an unusual appearance.

"COUGH All abnormalities will be rectified… Probably, I can only attempt."

Shitless: "…"

The very idea of losing his handsome visage and being permanently stuck looking like a monstrous red entity was unthinkable.

"Well, the coloration could potentially be adjusted, but your appearance being so akin to a mutant is perplexing."

The message window materialized. Vritra felt a surge of surprise, processing that it could communicate in such a manner, having assumed it was merely a display for messages.

"Oh, uh, you merely need to adjust the color. The rest of his features are innate," Onest jested, placing an arm around Shitless's shoulder.

"…Very well, you will be returned to your planets in five minutes."

Shitless swung a fist at Onest, but his body instinctively dodged the blow as he leaped away, erupting in loud laughter.

"Thank you, Master, for repeatedly sparing my life," Asmodeus bowed before Vritra.

Without Vritra's intervention, he would have remained trapped, perhaps even destined to serve other players.

"My slave, live well. I shall remember you, and perhaps one day our paths will cross again," Shitless declared, pausing to acknowledge his former slave.

Vritra nodded. He sensed that this individual wasn't entirely without merit, perhaps indicating a future reunion was plausible. He contemplated replacing Shitless with Asmodeus, considering the latter's considerable usefulness.

Yet, Shit Sonia also held significance for certain strategic objectives. As for Shitless himself, he proved to be largely ineffective in ninety-nine point nine nine percent of predicaments.

Ultimately, Vritra could resign himself to a less advantageous choice, as for that zero point zero one percent, Bullo remained indispensable.

"Huh?" Shitless reflexively scratched his bald head, sensing a potent, scrutinizing gaze. Surely, he, the linchpin of the group whose absence would cripple their combat effectiveness by nearly ninety-nine point nine nine percent, wasn't the subject of such judgment.

He found it inconceivable that he, the cornerstone of the team whose departure would lead to a catastrophic decline in combat prowess by approximately 99.99%, was being so intensely evaluated.

Having finalized his decision, Vritra turned back to converse with his wives.

He looked towards Yasmine, contemplating that she would finally be able to reside in safety and give birth to their healthy child in a nurturing environment, rather than on that desolate, apocalyptic planet.

A world where the very air reeked of decaying blood, and corpses littered the landscape—truly one of the most ill-suited times and locations for pregnancy.

Fortunately, Divine, Yasmine's brother, had provided her with protective shielding.

They had concluded the entire ordeal with surprising swiftness, enabling their return home much sooner than initially anticipated.

He also found himself reflecting on certain individuals, such as his two newfound parents who cherished him dearly, and his good friend, Rich.

His fervent hope was that they could all bask in a period of peace.

After bidding a respectful farewell to his former slave, Asmodeus, Shitless turned his attention back to Vritra. His eyes widened as he noticed something novel appearing above Vritra's head.

His gaze lingered on the thread of destiny for a few moments, uncertainty clouding his mind. With a few minutes still remaining, he resolved to provide Vritra with a warning.

"Pitiful one, might I have a word?" Shitless inquired with a profound sense of calm, understanding the necessity of delivering this news with utmost patience.

"Hmm?" Vritra regarded him, a flicker of suspicion crossing his mind – had Shitless discerned his intention to replace the monk with Asmodeus?

"Certainly." Vritra excused himself from his wives, and the two men moved a short distance away from the others.

"Um, so, I just happened to glimpse something," Shitless began, opting for a slow, deliberate approach to avoid alarming Vritra unnecessarily.

"So you perceived it? Alas, nothing can remain hidden from your sight. Well, you need not fret any longer; my decision is made, even if this path is the less desirable of the two options." Vritra stated, pitying Shitless, who must surely be saddened to know he was only enduring due to Shit Sonia and Bullo.

"Huh? You are already aware? And have even considered it thoroughly? Wow, since when did you gain such insight?" Shitless questioned.

Gain insight? Into what? Vritra pondered, then replied after brief reflection: "Hmm, I believe it was around the time I inadvertently obliterated my teacher's automobile, and he fell silent after my mother produced some funds."

Indeed, it was around that period that he began to discern the true nature of individuals and how readily they succumbed to the allure of wealth.

Shitless felt a pang of sadness; Vritra had kept such a significant matter concealed from him? He, who had already confided in Vritra about his own limited capacity to perceive the destinies of others.

"O- Oh, why did you not inform me that you too can foresee others' destinies?" Shitless asked, feeling a sense of bewilderment that he, an original member of their group, had been kept in the dark.

How utterly desolate he felt, shattered into countless fragments that could never be reassembled.

"Huh? Whatever are you implying? What destiny are we discussing?" Vritra's brow furrowed in confusion. Were they not discussing the same subject?

"W- What? Then what were you referring to that you already knew?" Shitless found himself equally perplexed.

"Were we not discussing my contemplation of replacing you with Asmodeus, only to decide against it out of consideration for Sonia and Bullo? And you witnessed this contemplation, is that not correct?" Vritra inquired.

CRACK CRACK

A distinct fracturing sound echoed within Shitless's chest, and it was not his bones that yielded. Replacement? Him? By none other than his own subordinate? That utterly useless subordinate?

How profoundly sorrowful, his spirit was utterly broken, fragmented into a billion pieces beyond any hope of restoration.

"H- Haha, of course, that was a jest. No one could ever replace you, Sir Shitless; you are the singular, primary pillar of our group and our family." Vritra quickly moved to mend the emotional damage.

"R- Really?" Shitless responded, a smile returning to his face. As anticipated, the wicked monk was indispensable.

"Indeed. So, what was it you wished to convey earlier?" Vritra asked.

Shitless nodded. With the crucial matter of his standing within the group resolved, it was now time to address less significant concerns, such as Vritra's destiny.

"Uhm, so just now, I sort of glimpsed your destiny by accident." Shitless began, speaking slowly.

"Destiny, what consequence does it hold? It's unlikely to improve even if you see it; what is fated to occur will invariably occur." Vritra offered a shrug.

While Shitless's premonitions offered some guidance, they were so nebulous that Vritra could only draw connections after the events had already transpired.

Consequently, even if he had possessed foreknowledge, the outcome would likely have remained unchanged.

"Not to mention that I am ill-fated. Further scrutiny will not alter the course of events," he added.

"No, it is destined to become far worse in the future," Shitless interjected, his gaze drifting upwards towards Vritra's head before shifting away as he bit down on his palm.

"What?" Vritra was taken aback, his expression immediately darkening into a frown.

"Hmm, by comparison, your past was your golden era," Shitless remarked. He glanced back briefly, then quickly looked away, the sight being too disheartening to behold.

"This was the golden era?!!" The frown deepened, Vritra's expression clearly conveying disbelief: Really? This?

He had faced death multiple times, nearly lost several members of his family, and endured unimaginable torture.

And yet, this period was being described as the apex of his life, the golden age?

"Yes, the absolute worst is yet to unfold in the time ahead," Shitless added with a sigh.

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Thank you for your patronage… Farewell