Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 755 The Perverted Mole

"Master, Onest is currently dining with a lady."

This was the message Vritra received from Knight. Using his Soul Wraith's sight, Vritra witnessed the scene firsthand.

Onest was observed within a lavish hotel, seated opposite a mature woman who appeared older than him. She possessed a beauty that fit the 'milf' archetype; Vritra conceded Onest's taste wasn't subpar.

However, Onest's expression was one of utter foolishness as he fed her, seemingly completely captivated. He wore an idiotic grin, oblivious to his surroundings.

To eliminate any doubt, Vritra meticulously verified the situation multiple times, confirming the woman was indeed ordinary and that no ambush was in play. Consequently, he decided to leave Onest to his romantic endeavors.

"It appears Onest will not be returning anytime soon," Vritra announced. Then, employing the Misty Essence Mythic Halo, he projected the scene he had witnessed for the others.

"Oh, I never imagined Onest to be the submissive type. He looks utterly smitten," Vanessa remarked, a hint of surprise in her voice.

"Darling, are you certain it wasn't some sort of trap?" Fiona inquired.

Vritra let out a chuckle. "Do you truly believe that if a woman approaches Onest, it could only be a trap?"

"Uh, T- That's not what I meant. I was merely considering if it might be that Zihong," she stammered, her lips thinning into a tight line.

"Yes, it's fine. She's a normal woman. As for any other complications, Onest will have to manage them himself," Vritra stated, then added:

"Since he's not returning now, we shall proceed with absorbing the cores. We cannot afford further delays. He can join us later once he's finished with his romantic interlude."

The others readily agreed. With the Null skill, the process would be swift, as Vritra could ostensibly accelerate the time.

"I sincerely wish for a period of tranquility. Let's hope no further issues arise," Yennefer muttered, prompting Vritra to slap his forehead.

Why did she have to utter such a sentence?

Opting not to tempt fate further, and after a brief exchange of words, they made their way to the House of Darkness.

Vritra dispatched some guards to relay a message to Gunter and Ava, informing them of their temporary residence in the House of Darkness.

"Farewell, my friend. I shall return very soon," Shitless declared, patting Bullo's head with evident sadness.

Bullo reciprocated the melancholy and nuzzled its head against Shitless.

Its gaze then shifted to the top of Vritra's head, and genuine tears welled up. Such misfortune! How could anyone endure such pitiful circumstances?

Disregarding Shitless's sympathetic stare, Vritra ushered everyone into the house.

Instead of dispersing into individual rooms, they convened in a large hall, a setting more conducive to the efficient use of Null.

Each individual produced their two cores and assumed a cross-legged posture.

The atmosphere gradually grew heavy with anticipation.

"Is everyone prepared?" Vritra inquired, surveying the other eight individuals present in the hall.

"Yes," they all affirmed collectively. Knight was still absent, and it seemed Onest was indeed not returning anytime in the immediate future.

Thus…

[Null Activated!]

An immediate and significant disparity was established between the temporal flow within the hall and the outside world. A single day externally would equate to several days internally, ensuring a rapid conclusion to the process.

The air within the hall vibrated subtly as the skill began to exert its influence.

And so commenced the transformation, the ascent to Level 3 of the Demi Gods.

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A vast distance away, across the cosmos, within an immense hall stretching nearly a thousand kilometers, several figures were gathered around a grand circular table. Each attendee represented a distinct race, all summoned by the host for a singular, critical purpose.

A palpable chill permeated the air. Curiously, the environment, which should have been stark white, was instead adorned with a peculiar mural depicting animals engaged in mating rituals. These were not terrestrial animals; they were bizarre, alien creatures.

Some possessed six legs, others unfurled wings, and the forms of many defied conventional understanding. A collective frown creased their brows; it appeared to be a persistent technical anomaly.

"COUGH Anyway, we must direct our attention to the crucial agenda at hand. Our time is exceedingly precious," the host interjected.

The host was none other than Drino, a Level 3 Demi God. Every individual present was a Demi God, ranging from Level 1 to Level 3. Some were acquaintances of Drino, while others had been recommended by administrators serving under the gods.

"Indeed, what better use of our time than observing these beasts in their fervor," a female Demi God commented wryly before rising to depart. If even such basic arrangements could not be managed properly, then further discussion seemed futile.

Another Demi God, whose gender was ambiguous, cleared his throat. "I am Mole, a Level 3 Demi God," he announced with evident pride.

He surveyed the assembled Demi Gods – approximately thirty in number. However, none met his approval, with the possible exception of the host himself.

Mole bore a striking resemblance to a tree, his form appearing as if crafted from wood, complete with two appendages resembling arms and several legs. His 'hair' was a vibrant collection of leaves in various hues.

"I have precisely two inquiries!" he declared at a significant volume, prompting silence as the attendees focused, striving to disregard the surrounding natural spectacle.

"By all means, proceed! Ah, but first, allow me to introduce myself!" Drino offered, noting the unwritten rule that the initial speaker should provide a brief introduction. He was, in fact, pleased by the evident enthusiasm for the gathering, as he required their unwavering commitment to vanquish Vritra.

That individual is backed by the Divine, presenting a formidable challenge despite his current diminished strength. The administrator even indicated that one or two Demi Gods of level 4 would join him, tasks assigned directly by the celestial beings. However, it seemed they were experiencing delays.

Unable to further impose on the valuable time of others, Drino decided to commence the proceedings.

"My name is Drino, a Demi God of level 3 and the convener of this assembly. I shall elucidate all matters and address any uncertainties you may possess. But before we delve into the agenda, let us first hear the questions from our esteemed friend, Mole." He delivered this with a gentle, yet resonant, demeanor.

His voice, though robust and loud, held a subtle tension as he observed the constantly deteriorating projections displayed on the distant walls.

"My first query is this: If it would not be an imposition, might I take the seat directly adjacent to you?"

Mole posed this question with utmost sincerity.

"Uh..." Drino and the others, who had anticipated inquiries pertinent to the event's objectives, were momentarily taken aback. Nevertheless, he inclined his head, perhaps attributing the unusual question to Mole's heightened state of excitement.

"Certainly, why not? Our free will reigns supreme here; no individual stands above another. You are at liberty to act as you deem fit, particularly as this is a proposition for mutual benefit."

Drino proclaimed, even utilizing this seemingly trivial question as an opportunity to enhance his standing in the eyes of the attendees. His intellectual capabilities, admittedly not his strongest suit, were being supplemented by direct telepathic guidance from his most astute subordinate, dictating his actions and pronouncements.

"My gratitude!" Mole expressed, his tentacle-like feet maneuvering with peculiar grace as he proceeded to the seat beside the lizard-like entity, taking his place.

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