Previously on Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill...
Gossip fills the market about the arrival of two powerful brothers, rumored to be the richest and strongest in the world, searching for a bride for the elder. Meanwhile, Zira plans to use her husband Onest for wealth, and Onest is preoccupied with a mysterious contract. The family heads to the market, and as they arrive, two majestic dragons appear in the sky.
Contrary to what everyone had anticipated, the arrivals didn't emerge from the ground but descended from the skies. Those who harbored doubts before were now certain the rumors held truth: the influential figures had indeed arrived.
ROAARRRRRRRRR!
Dragons roared, unleashing torrents of flame as if to announce their grand entrance. The first dragon, a brown one, was followed by an orange dragon, slightly larger than its companion.
Many spectators fell back onto their haunches, gazing upward in sheer astonishment. Few had ever witnessed a dragon in its true form, let alone two such colossal beasts. It felt as if they were caught in a waking dream.
The earth trembled as the dragons slowly began their descent. As they lowered, the figures seated upon them gradually became discernible. These were the two legendary brothers, the one on the orange dragon appearing to be the elder, and the rider of the brown dragon, the younger.
Only when the dragons were firmly on the ground, and the crowd had retreated significantly, could they finally be seen clearly. The brothers were clad in opulent golden embroidered garments; the attire alone seemed incredibly valuable.
The elder brother sported long black hair and a countenance so strikingly handsome it caused several women in the crowd to swoon. His eyes possessed a sharp gaze, and a captivatingly roguish aura emanated from him, contributing to an almost perfect appearance.
In contrast, his younger brother possessed a cute and handsome charm. He appeared to be in his teens, exuding a cheerful demeanor, though he clearly seemed overwhelmed by the surrounding throng. Hundreds of eyes were fixed upon them with undisguised awe.
Yet, the elder brother seemed unfazed, projecting an air of fearlessness befitting a true warrior. "Greetings, peasants! How does it feel to inhabit this wretched hovel you call home?" the elder brother boomed, his voice dripping with extreme arrogance.
A wave of shock rippled through the crowd; they had expected politeness, not such blatant rudeness. However, for many women, this only deepened their infatuation, as they found themselves drawn to this very bad-boy persona.
"I am Raldy! Burn that name into your minds. You are all but insects before me. COUGH, anyway, I've arrived today to select a wife!" After declaring this, Raldy scanned the crowd, his gaze sweeping over the assembled women.
"B- Big brother, you shouldn't speak in such a manner," the younger brother implored, tugging at Raldy's sleeve.
"Ah, yes, this is my younger brother, Itch. You may show him disrespect if you wish; he doesn't particularly mind," Raldy added, his face a mask of utter arrogance.
The onlookers found themselves divided: a smaller faction, primarily comprised of women, admired Raldy. The majority, however, harbored resentment and a strong desire to confront him.
But the two dragons, now circling majestically overhead, served as a stark reminder of their lowly standing. They were, indeed, mere insects in Raldy's presence. With a sigh, they reluctantly admitted the truth.
'Raldy? Itch?' Onest murmured, observing the pair with surprise. He deduced that Vritra must have orchestrated this. Judging by Raldy's speech, it was likely Baldy, the monk. But who was this Itch character, and what was their true objective? Nevertheless, their entrance was undeniably spectacular; Vritra's wife being the Dragon Empress, this was a minor feat.
"You, woman, yes, you— no, not you, the one behind her, you old hag, step forward," Raldy commanded, pointing at a woman in the crowd. She appeared to be in her twenties and was quite attractive.
"Tsk, go back. Not my type."
"B- Big brother, you can't be rude to a lady like that-" Itch began, while inwardly lamenting, 'What am I even doing here? Why am I enduring this torment? Alas, my reputation...'
This individual was none other than Rich, Tiny's brother. He had been somewhat coerced into this situation by his friend and uncle, Vritra, thereafter receiving the script and his flamboyant attire. The entire affair felt absurd.
More and more people converged on the scene. What began with a few hundred had swelled to thousands swarming the marketplace. People filled the houses and even the sky, all eager to witness the spectacle.
Vritra observed from a distance, not yet joining the fray. A smile played on his lips as he noted the ever-growing crowd. He had enlisted Rich's aid in propagating the rumors, ensuring maximum attendance. This wasn't solely to assist Onest; Vritra aimed to accrue sin points, driving them towards the 100 million mark to hopefully upgrade at least one aspect of his power.
'Sigh, why is everything so expensive these days?' Vritra mused, high in the sky, shaking his head. 'But Shitless is truly excelling; as expected of the wicked monk, he is adept at evil deeds.'
"Eww, you fat pig, get back! Don't you ever bathe? I bet water flees from you when you get close, hahaha!" Raldy jeered, slapping his belly with laughter.
"B- Big brother-" Itch interjected, but Raldy suddenly erupted in anger.
"You insignificant worm, how dare you interrupt me! You are not my mother's child, but a damned illegitimate infant, the offspring of a commoner, a pitiful weakling!"
With a savage slap, the man sent Rich hurtling several meters away. He tumbled dramatically, a trickle of blood staining his chin.
While nearly everyone present already harbored animosity towards him, the majority of the women now gazed upon Itch with tender, maternal affection.
He appeared to be the type they felt compelled to protect, igniting a desire within them to rush forward and embrace him.
Zira observed this spectacle with astonishment. Who were these two individuals to act with such brazen arrogance?
Had no one from the Yate family arrived to intervene?
"You scoundrel, how dare you cause chaos within the Yate Realm! Do you place no value on your own life?" Just as Zira pondered this, a guard emerged from the throng.
He leveled a spear directly at Raldy.
"You dare point that at me? The Greatest of All Time, Raldy? The one who taught his own father how to walk? The one who instructed his mathematics teacher in calculus? Me?"
Raldy's face flushed crimson with fury as he fixed his glare upon the guard.
He drew breath until his abdomen swelled, then expelled it in a forceful exhalation.
It was akin to a tempest. The guard was sent flying, flailing his arms and legs in a dramatic display.
This man appeared to be a general, renowned and potent, yet he was effortlessly repelled by a mere breath.
The onlookers were left in stunned silence, their mouths agape.
"Oh, woman, you! Yes, you, step forward." Suddenly, Raldy, who had been roaring with laughter, fixed his gaze on Zira and called out urgently.
"Huh? Me?" Zira was utterly bewildered. She glanced around; there was no other woman near her.
She looked towards Onest, a sense of apprehension towards Raldy gripping her. According to their contract, even if Onest perished, he was obligated to protect her.
"How dare you, you bastard! She is my wife! Choose someone else!" Onest, perceiving the intent in Shitless's eyes, quickly grasped the situation.
He pushed through the crowd and positioned himself resolutely before the proud and haughty man.
The atmosphere among the public grew incredibly tense.
