Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 761 The Legendary Brothers

A buzz of conversation filled the marketplace, with hushed tones and eager whispers circulating amongst the crowd. A fresh day had dawned, bringing with it a torrent of gossip, and throngs of people meandered through the bustling stalls. Each individual seemed to contribute their own piece to the ongoing speculation. Those who had merely come for their usual errands or a leisurely stroll donned expressions of curiosity, inquiring about the source of the commotion.

Among them was Zira, intending to purchase some goods, accompanied by her four children who were simply passing the time. They all gazed at the vibrant street, which appeared significantly more animated than its typical state. "Big brother, do you sense that something significant is occurring?" the second brother inquired. "Big big brother, I believe something is definitely afoot," chimed in the third brother. "Big bras, something has already transpired," declared the fourth and youngest sibling. "Cease your foolishness, all of you. We shall simply approach someone and inquire," the eldest declared. After surveying the area, he noticed a trio of men deep in conversation.

"Wow, big brother, you're a true genius!" exclaimed the second brother, who was, in fact, the least perceptive of the group. The four brothers approached the men, and it was the youngest who initiated the exchange: "What are you discussing? Tell me before I decide to break your legs." "What did you just say, you rascal!" The three men were instantly incensed, poised to confront the impudent youth. "What? My father could beat you all! Tell me everyth-" Before he could finish his sentence, the eldest sibling clamped a hand over his mouth and interjected, "My apologies for his behavior; he's a bit slow. Nevertheless, could you perhaps enlighten us as to why the market is so unusually lively today?" As he spoke, he discreetly passed over a few silver coins, and the three men's aggression immediately subsided.

"Hmph, it's good that you understand your position. It's best not to provoke your elders, lest you suffer the consequences someday," one of the three men remarked, pocketing the coins. "I've heard that some very important figures are gracing this place with their presence. One is reputed to be the wealthiest individual on the planet, and the other, the most formidable – two brothers who secretly govern the world." "Indeed, they have journeyed here specifically to seek a bride for the elder brother. They are on the lookout for an exceptional woman, one of supreme beauty and talent. Whosoever marries him will ensure their family's prosperity for countless generations." The three men then animatedly recounted tales rife with exaggerated rumors, embellishing them with their own additions.

Within these embellished narratives, the two visiting dignitaries were portrayed as beings of such unparalleled power, influence, wealth, and handsomeness that no one in history could compare. The accounts were so extravagant that the four brothers began to wonder if deities themselves had descended upon their town. They continued to question others, gleaning nearly identical information from everyone they encountered, while the crowd around them steadily swelled. Everyone was now eager to witness firsthand the identities of the two brothers capable of causing such a stir.

Upon hearing of the marriage prospects, numerous women began to adorn themselves, harboring the fervent hope that they might be the fortunate chosen one. A deep-seated conviction resided within each of them: that their destined prince charming would lay eyes upon them and be instantly smitten, proclaiming them the one. To live like royalty, wielding immense power, while a man so handsome, wealthy, and all-encompassing would be gentle and kind, catering to their every whim. What woman wouldn't fantasize about such a life? Consequently, even those already happily wedded applied a touch more makeup that day. More so than the men, women were conspicuously present in the market, each striving to project an aura of grace, sophistication, and affluence.

Zira, laden with bags of vegetables, scanned her surroundings with a speculative gaze but did not linger to investigate. She was eager to return home posthaste and dedicate more time to her husband, secure additional funds, and uncover more about him. Despite her successful deception, she still knew remarkably little about Onest. She was also unaware of the individuals who had visited him earlier, prompting Zira's haste to gather as much intelligence as possible. One certainty remained: he possessed immense strength, and if she played her cards shrewdly, she could secure a remarkably long and prosperous existence. He was also abundantly handsome, far surpassing most men she knew, whom she wouldn't consider anyway.

'I've procured the ingredients for his favorite meals, and now I shall don some alluring lingerie to captivate him. Yet, why doesn't he ever get drunk? Ah, if only he would imbibe, extracting information would have been so effortlessly achieved.' Her ambition was to leverage Onest to forge a life of unparalleled opulence for herself and her children. Hurrying homeward, she spotted her children gathered in front of a shop. "What are you doing here?" Zira inquired. "Mother! You're here! Have you heard about the rumors? We only came to buy a few things, but something major seems to be unfolding here," the third brother responded, his voice brimming with excitement.

"Hmm, you can tell me about that later. But first, let's head home. You must behave yourself impeccably. We need to keep Onest as pleased as possible." Zira stated, her interest in the rumors waning. She then began her walk back towards their residence. It was only after her marriage to Onest that she managed to enter the Yate Realm and acquire such a grand home. He was truly a treasure trove, providing unending resources. Of course, the house itself had been a gift from Gunter, a close friend of Art. Excitement coursing through them, the four brothers followed their mother, eagerly recounting everything they had just overheard. "What? These rumors sound entirely fabricated. I've heard no mention of any exceptional beauty within the Yate Realm. Why would they be coming here?" Zira questioned, subtly glancing into her bucket to re-examine its contents. "But Mother, I overheard that the two brothers will arrive very soon, perhaps around 9 o'clock. We absolutely must go and see them!" exclaimed the eldest of the four boys. The brothers persisted in their pleas, prompting Zira to sigh and finally relent. Her primary motivation was, after all, for her children's sake. Her previous husband, who had sired these four sons, was excessively poor, feeble, and kind-hearted – qualities she found utterly unbearable. "Fine, fine, I shall go. For now, ensure you conduct yourselves properly in your father's presence," she added. Before long, they were all back at the house. Onest possessed the power to extinguish all five of them with a mere thought, yet he adhered to certain principles he could not betray. He was bound by an oath to his profession and his departed parents. He had no precise recollection of their deaths, having been too young at the time, but suspected it involved some demonic outbreak. Onest's sole memory was of being concealed within a secret compartment beneath the floorboards, eventually succumbing to hunger. Subsequently, a warrior discovered him and left him at a church. However, he never felt comfortable there and departed, only to unexpectedly encounter a group of goblins who nearly ended his life. Ironically, it was at that very moment his true journey commenced. His survival was largely a matter of sheer fortune. He sat in a chair, his head supported by his hands, gazing blankly at the wall in deep contemplation. Soon after, the five entered the house, and Zira announced, "Honey, we're back! I'll start preparing your favorite meals immediately." TUK TUK TUK Onest offered no reply and didn't even look their way, instead tapping his finger rhythmically on the table. 'What is wrong with him?' Zira mused, carefully avoiding disturbing her 'gold mine,' she proceeded into the kitchen. "Father, a boy hit me earlier! You must go and teach him a lesson!" the fourth son demanded, his face alight with anger. "...Very well. Bring me to him later today, and I will find out who it was," Onest responded after a moment's thought, uncertainty clouding his mind regarding Vritra's intentions. Still, he could only place his trust in him. Zira finished preparing the meal in good time; at least she was a competent cook. Nonetheless, Onest consumed very little and rose from his seat, changed his attire, and prepared to depart. The designated time for his outing had arrived. "Father, are you ready?" the fourth brother inquired, a wide grin spreading across his face. "I- I'll accompany you. I need to ensure you don't inflict too much harm," Zira interjected hastily. While she had been indifferent before, she now felt a strong urge to witness the unfolding events. Soon, the six of them were outside the house, making their way towards the marketplace. Upon entering the bustling market, they observed its immense crowd. "Huh? What's going on?" Onest inquired, the poor man having been largely confined to his home due to the contract. "Daddy, I heard some important figures are arriving, so all these people have gathered to catch a glimpse of them," one of the brothers explained. 'Important figures?' Onest paused, standing amidst the throng as he surveyed the empty thoroughfare. "I still believe that's baseless gossip. Why would they possibly venture here-" Zira was midway through her sentence when someone suddenly shouted. "H- Here! They've finally arrived!" All eyes immediately shifted towards the road as thunderous sounds reverberated. It wasn't carriages or horses; it was something far grander, more magnificent! Everyone watched with bated breath, and soon, they all took a step back in astonishment. Two dragons materialized, exuding majesty and peril, silencing all onlookers with their breathtaking spectacle in the sky. ❖❖❖ Thanks for reading...