Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 749 Luckiest Son-in-law

The Ford realm had experienced a prolonged period of tranquility, undisturbed by significant challenges.

This peace was largely attributed to the eradication of demons and the dismantling of dark organizations, leaving no adversaries to contend with.

Consequently, the Ford family's power steadily augmented.

Shen had effectively assumed control of the family, as Sir Giant's strength had substantially diminished subsequent to Art Yates's confiscation of his unique physique.

Jean, the live-in son-in-law of the Ford family, had been heavily invested in and nurtured by them, leading to considerable growth in both his power and influence.

Although this necessitated his marriage to Tiny, the overall outcome proved highly advantageous.

He even found a measure of happiness in the fact that individuals like Art Yates, Teresa, and others were presumed deceased, while he continued to thrive.

Wielding considerable authority, he had earned the affection of his mother-in-law.

Jean found marrying a woman like Tiny, a 'hoe' as he thought of her, preferable to dying like Art, considering him vastly inferior to his own magnificence.

Moreover, he had achieved a significant level of control over his wife, ensuring her compliance with his every desire, rendering her little more than his personal slave.

"Jean!! Cease your daydreaming and fetch a glass of juice for Rikki and Fen. Can't you perceive their exhaustion? Or do you harbor a desire for death?" Tiny's sharp voice snapped Jean out of his reverie.

"Ah S- Sorry, Madam. I shall procure the juice immediately," he stammered, inwardly lamenting his degraded status.

He questioned his own transformation.

"Tsk, utterly useless. Even a pig surpasses you. What good are you? Your 'manhood' is so minuscule, it vanishes before penetration!" Tiny declared, shaking her head dismissively.

She was discovered lounging on one man's lap while another attended to her feet.

This, she felt, was the pinnacle of life, a truly queenly existence.

'That's because your void is cavernous, you harlot!!' Jean's retort remained confined to his thoughts.

Despite his upbringing and burgeoning influence, he was utterly subservient to Tiny, who held his fate in her hands, reducing him to a state far worse than a mere slave.

No, exponentially worse.

Her rotation of male companions had recently intensified, escalating to a point where she entertained the notion of him being surrounded by men.

This peculiar fantasy had emerged from a recent discovery in some literary work.

Jean harbored an intense desire to escape, yet the wealth and influence possessed by the Fords were irresistibly appealing, a temptation he could not relinquish after experiencing its allure.

Even if it required the sacrifice of his pride and dignity.

With a sigh, he proceeded towards the kitchen, acknowledging the respectful greetings of numerous guards and servants.

However, those privy to the hidden truths offered him no genuine deference.

"My dear son-in-law, how fares your day? And where might you be headed?" Sakshi, radiating exceptional cheerfulness, entered the hallway and approached Jean.

The demonic entities, Art Yates and Teresa, had vanished. Sir Giant and her ineffectual husband, Shen, had exerted their utmost efforts in their pursuit.

Their endeavors extended to divinations and other arcane methods, yielding a result so gratifying from one of these attempts that she had resolved to host a grand celebratory dinner.

'Dead, they are both deceased! Ah, has the very air always been this fragrant? Has my son-in-law always possessed such handsome features? Has the floor always gleamed with such purity? I feel as though I could ascend!'

Her elation stemmed from the resolution of her most significant anxieties.

It was indeed regrettable that their slave, Teresa, whom she had envisioned toiling endlessly for the remainder of her life, was also gone.

Yet, Art's demise overshadowed this loss. If Teresa was absent, they could simply procure another individual of talent to replicate the creation of their treasured artifacts.

A most welcome resolution.

"I am procuring beverages for my wife's favored companions," Jean responded, his voice subdued, ensuring their conversation remained private.

"Oh, how commendable. Instruct the kitchen to prepare the juice exceedingly cold. Oh, uh, haha, Tiny is still quite young; allow her to indulge her whims. Once she matures, her affections shall be solely yours," Sakshi commented, her pupils subtly drifting to the left.

Jean recognized this telltale sign of deception, observing the peculiar movement of her pupils.

'So, even she acknowledges that her degenerate daughter will never reform, damn it all!!' he silently cursed, maintaining a facade of polite deference.

"Indeed, I understand. She may entertain herself as she pleases. I could even direct the guards to join her diversions if those gentlemen she fancies are insufficient; we possess approximately a million guards, do we not?"

Jean remarked, punctuated by a forced laugh, presenting it as a jest.

SLAP

"You insufferable swine! How dare you utter such disrespect regarding my daughter! Do you presume her a common prostitute merely because she indulged in occasional dalliances? Do you court death? Do you wish to provoke the wrath of the entire Ford family? Shennnn, witness this degenerate-"

Jean recoiled in terror and hastily knelt, imploring, "N- No, de- COUGH dear mother-in-law, I was merely jesting! I beg you, spare me!" Jean pleaded.

"My dear Jean, rise. What are you doing? What would outsiders perceive if they witnessed this display? You are my son-in-law; conduct yourself with greater dignity," Sakshi declared, relishing the absolute authority she wielded over others' lives.

Indeed, this is precisely how royalty and goddesses ought to be treated; everyone should be offering her adoration.

'Tiny has been overindulging lately, and it wouldn't be ideal if she were to conceive a child with some random man,' she mused. 'I must ensure she is taking the necessary precautions.'

"Have you seen Rich?" Sakshi inquired, placing a hand on Jean's shoulder.

"Uh, he… I believe he was with father-in-law. They were discussing something of importance and asked me to leave," Jean responded.

"You motherfucking piece of shit, what are you still dawdling for? Where's the juice?!!" Tiny's commanding voice boomed, startling Jean.

DING DING

At that precise moment, the resonant clang of a bell echoed throughout the grand palace.

"Huh? This bell only rings when a significant individual arrives unannounced, requiring us to hasten to the meeting room," Sakshi murmured.

'Haa, I'm saved,' Jean thought, a wave of relief washing over him.

"I'll deal with you later!" Tiny declared, perched atop the man who was crawling on all fours.

Consequently, the four of them proceeded towards the meeting room, their minds buzzing with speculation about the identity of this important guest.

Within the meeting room, Shen, Sir Giant, and Rich were already in attendance, facing various individuals seated before them.

The trio had not anticipated their sudden appearance.

"Uh, so how might we be of assistance?" Shen asked. While he could be imperious in his own world, in the presence of these individuals, he felt as vulnerable as a mere chicken.

"We have-" Just as the man began to speak, the door was flung open with considerable force, and four people burst in.

The horse slave, Tiny, Jean, and Sakshi.

"W- Woah, the Divine Kage is here? May I finally join your organization? Can I finally be free?" Jean pleaded, tears welling up in his eyes.

"No, we have received intelligence that Vritra Arclis has returned and is currently present. Are you harboring him?" The question sent a jolt of surprise through everyone in the room.

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