Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 747 Unprecedented

Lord Piku, whose face resembled a hippo's, was suddenly snatched by a colossal hand fashioned from dust and lifted off the ground.

Those observing around him were taken aback; the event transpired far too swiftly.

"Uwaaaaaah S- Stooopppp O- Omega will kill youuuuuu, I am his favourite m- man!!" Piku shrieked in sheer terror.

Although he held the title of lord, his position was attained merely through fortune and the backing of others; his combat prowess was decidedly lacking.

Due to his limited usefulness, he was assigned the role of tax collector, a position he had actively sought out as it was his preferred occupation.

His enjoyment stemmed from tormenting ordinary folk, particularly dragons, and acquiring their wealth through ostensibly legal means.

His personal strength barely registered within the lower echelons of the lord-ranking individuals; the truly formidable figures were always kept in Omega's immediate vicinity.

"And you are?" Vritra inquired, his gaze fixed upon the corpulent lord.

Vritra recognized him as the stereotypical aspiring antagonist who readily submitted to power while projecting an air of superiority over those beneath them.

"P- Piku, I- I am Piku! The right-hand man to the dragon emperor, Omega. If you wish to preserve your life, release me ugghhhh!!"

However, the grip only intensified, accompanied by the sickening crunch of bones yielding under pressure.

The onlookers below were paralyzed with fear; if a lord could be subdued so effortlessly, what hope did they possess?

"D- Don't worry boss, we will swiftly relay this to the emperor!!" The beast-men accompanying Piku prioritized their own survival over their mandated duties.

"Y- You fucking bastards, come back here! H- Help meeeee, ahhhhh t- too tight, aaaaaah my belly is about to bursttttttt-" Piku wailed in agony, yet his ostensibly loyal subordinates remained undeterred.

They sprinted at maximum velocity, then took to the air, heading directly towards the imperial palace.

"…" Yasmine observed the fleeing figures and, without a word, unleashed a potent spiritual blast, a skill acquired from her gaming experience.

BANG BANG BANG

Simultaneously, the heads of several individuals detonated, a sight that instilled even greater dread in Piku, who, despite his suffering, remained utterly silent.

"Remain quiet. If you make another sound, you will face the same outcome," Yasmine stated, her eyes radiating a perilous, captivating glow.

She possessed the terrifying allure of a celestial reaper, exuding danger despite her breathtaking beauty.

The dragons on the ground witnessed this event with stunned disbelief before erupting into thunderous cheers, acclaiming Yasmine as their rightful empress.

"Long live the empress!!"

The guards escorting them were similarly elated, while Piku could only fervently hope for salvation from Omega and his allies.

"Let us proceed, my love." Yasmine addressed Vritra, her tone softening considerably as she looked at him.

Giving a slight nod, he propelled the blood-laden cart forward, Piku still ensnared by the dust hand, a devastating combination of their respective abilities.

'I wonder if there's a way to synthesize these two powers? Perhaps that must wait for another time.' he mused internally.

The dragons' cheers escalated as the cart advanced towards the palace, all understanding that Yasmine was intent on confronting and vanquishing the tyrannical impostor emperor.

Numerous guards loyal to Omega were stationed throughout the kingdom; upon witnessing the blood cart and the dust hand, many ascended into the sky.

Their initial intention was to protect Piku and gain his favor, but confronted with a lord's capture in such a manner, their resolve faltered.

Nevertheless, wherever the cart traversed, the heads of any obstructing creatures simply exploded; Yasmine eliminated them without the slightest trace of mercy.

Before long, their destination, the vicinity of the palace, was in sight.

The blood cart descended, and all four occupants disembarked, proceeding towards the imposing gates of the outer defenses.

"Halt there!! Who are yo-" The guards comprised a diverse assembly of dragons, beast-men, and other races, including fishmen and werewolves, alongside elves.

The dragons among them were the first to recognize Yasmine, yet unlike their brethren, their expressions were not filled with joy; they were already in service to Omega.

"Omegaaaaaaa, save me!!" Piku's desperate cries immediately resumed.

"Sigh, it appears you are incapable of comprehending simple instructions." Vritra sighed, shaking his head. In the ensuing moment, dust particles erupted within Piku's very being.

CRACK SCRUNCH

Unsettling sounds reverberated as his bones fractured and internal organs ruptured; within mere moments, his body ceased to exist.

Only his head remained, miraculously sustained by the inherent vitality of the lord rank, preventing immediate death.

"Summon Omega to the exterior," Yasmine commanded, her commanding presence so overwhelming that not a single guard dared to voice an objection.

One individual, positioned at the rear, swiftly entered the palace to summon their emperor.

"Wifey, refrain from dispatching him instantly. Let us ascertain if he possesses any crucial intelligence; he might merely be a pawn," Vritra suggested, though he felt confident Yasmine had already considered this possibility.

It was simply that, at times, emotions could cause one to overlook the most fundamental considerations.

"Hmm," Yasmine acknowledged with a nod. She positioned herself beside Vritra, her gaze fixed upon the palace entrance.

The palace appeared to have been recently reconstructed; this particular structure had not been present previously.

Yasmine cast her gaze to the side, realizing with a jolt that the magnificent palace Vritra had conjured for her—an exact replica of her former home—had vanished. This realization ignited her fury. It wasn't just because her beloved hubby had provided it; it was a sanctuary filled with the cherished memories of her childhood and her parents. And this impudent Omega had dared to destroy it?

He would soon face the dire consequences of his actions.

After a few moments, a number of figures emerged from where the palace once stood.

Leading the procession was a figure with two prominent horns atop his head and a powerfully built physique. It was none other than Omega, the self-proclaimed Dragon Emperor.

"Ah, if it isn't my cousin Yasmine," Omega declared, his features bearing a striking resemblance to Drago. "I never expected to see you again."

"Omega, you have certainly grown," Yasmine responded, her eyes scanning the crowd surrounding him.

The assembly consisted of numerous lords, a mix of dragonkin and individuals from various other races, totaling over a hundred.

"Haha, indeed I have! But tell me, why have you graced me with your presence? Had you informed me beforehand, I would have prepared a grand welcoming ceremony for you," Omega proclaimed, his chest bare save for the pants adorning his lower body.

"Such arrangements are unnecessary. Tell me, how did you amass all these individuals? My memories of you are somewhat hazy, but I don't recall you being the type to covet power so intensely. Who compelled you to undertake this?"

"Pfft, hahaha! My dear cousin, you are as amusing as ever. Why would I require anyone's instruction? I gathered these subjects myself. Is it not exhilarating to command such insignificant beings? That is precisely what I am doing."

Omega strode forward, his muscular arms outstretched, continuing his monologue.

"Did you and your parents not feel the same way? I recall in my youth, you held dominion over the dragon race. It seemed as though none of this held significance for you anymore..."

"Cease your nonsensical ramblings and get to the point," Yasmine interrupted, her eyes flashing with a momentary brilliance.

BOOOOOOM

Simultaneously, the bodies of all the lords standing behind Omega disintegrated, a testament to her secondary ability.

It was the power of explosion, an ability she hadn't often had the chance to employ previously.

The destructive force of the explosion would have been considerably more intense, but Vritra intervened with dust to meticulously regulate its spread.

The assembled guards and onlookers stood in stunned silence, witnessing the instantaneous demise of so many lords, beings of immense power. How could such a feat be accomplished with merely a glare? What was transpiring? This was utterly insane, maddening to the extreme.

Unprecedented and unheard of, they questioned when and how she had attained such formidable strength.

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Thank you for reading... adios