Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 882 Holy Righteous Heretics

"Haa we just wanted a backup at first, but your father… I misjudged my capabilities, we ended up getting a triplet." The monk's voice carried a note of resignation, as if he still couldn't quite believe it himself.

"You bastard!" Shitless stomped on the insect several more times, his movements frenzied and desperate. Tears streamed down his face, hot and bitter.

What evil had he committed to deserve this? He is a good monk, so why? Why?! The questions were rhetorical, born of pure anguish.

Crying monk seeing his crying son felt nostalgic, memories of better times washing over him. He let him vent out, understanding that his son needed this release of emotion.

Then he looked at Vritra and spoke, his tears momentarily subsiding: "We will start from tomorrow, I need some rest and want to talk with my son for a bit." His tone carried the weight of someone who had much to discuss, much to explain.

"Alright, Shitless will show you to an empty room." Vritra nodded without hesitation, as they all just watched the family drama unfold. None had expected to see this. The universe certainly had a sense of irony.

What a small world it is.

Soon the two crying monks left, both sharing each other's sadness and grief, their forms disappearing down the hallway with the sound of the staff's rings fading into the distance. Divine was nowhere to be seen, having made himself scarce the moment blame was assigned.

Vritra felt pity towards Shitless, that damned divine really loves to bully everyone. There was a pattern to his cruelty, though.

Only a few hours had passed since they arrived in this realm, and the sky was still bright, golden sunlight streaming through the windows with warmth. But since there was nothing more to do and they can't go out, the oppressive walls of the house seemed to close in. So they decided to return to their room and rest for a bit, seeking solace in quiet spaces.

Gunter and ava left first, moving quietly down the corridor. Then Onest also left, feeling that he should provide a shoulder to cry on to his dear friend. He had an obligation, unspoken but understood.

Now Vritra and the seven women were left there, the silence hanging heavy between them. They too were about to head back when Vritra noticed something peculiar and irritating.

That peeping tom bastard was still staring out of his window, trying to look into the house of darkness. His shamelessness knew no bounds, his persistence like that of some obsessed creature.

"Does he have nothing else to do?" Teresa frowned, her irritation mounting. If he wasn't a higher being she would have already tortured him to death without hesitation. How come there are such pathetic higher beings? The question seemed rhetorical.

Vritra too was getting very annoyed, his jaw clenching slightly as he watched the distant figure. But since he can't beat the other guy just yet, the direct approach wasn't viable. So he would pay back in a different way, through trickery and misdirection. He didn't want to trouble Evelyn for such a small matter, but he wasn't powerless either.

"Let's give his mental health a little shock." He smiled as he glanced at his three daughters, a plan already forming in his mind.

Fiona, Maeve and Teresa. The names carried weight, authority.

They listened to his words, their expressions shifting. And finally felt some excitement at being given a purpose, this should give that perverted turd a lesson he wouldn't forget anytime soon.

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Far away in the higher being realm, in a place that existed beyond the normal boundaries of space and perception.

Inside a house that was well protected and covered by several layers of formations, ancient and powerful. No one can listen or see anything about the meeting taking place inside. The walls themselves seemed to absorb all sound and sight, creating a bubble of absolute privacy.

A group of ten people sat behind a long table, their postures formal and aligned. In front of them was a board made of skins of gods, a macabre and powerful artifact that radiated an old authority.

All of them wore white masks and white robes, it was impossible to guess any physical characteristic. The uniformity was deliberate, erasing individuality in favor of collective identity. They all appeared almost same, interchangeable and indistinct.

In front of the board was a man, the only thing differentiating him from others were his six arms and two heads. His form was unsettling to look at, a violation of natural law.

Others had taken over normal human like appearances which was the most common in this realm, a choice that allowed them to move through higher being society more freely.

This was the meeting of the Holy Righteous Heresy group, one of the biggest groups among the higher beings. A faction born from discontent and ambition. And they openly opposed the Vespera family, trying to change the government and law, believing that they were better suited to be the rulers of this realm and its countless subjects.

"Fellow Heretics!" the leader who was called Dipper, spoke in a solemn tone, his voice carrying the weight of centuries of planning. "The time to throw over the current regime and bring bliss to our people is close, we have to put in every bit of effort, use whatever we can to eliminate every single one of Vespera!!" His conviction rang through the chamber like a bell.

"For the Righteousness!"

"For the Heretics!"

They all shouted in unison, their voices merging into a single roar of agreement. Their goals unified through years of shared purpose and mutual hatred.

"How many heretics have joined us so far?" Dipper asked, shifting to practical matters. It was a critical time, finally time to follow the plan and slaughter the Vespera family. They had been planning things for centuries, carefully laying the groundwork. Within a few years, if all went according to plan, they will surely replace them and claim the throne.

"So far we have a total of 1,369 heretics!" one of the commanders replied, pride evident in his tone at the growing numbers.

"Not bad, but even with those numbers, it won't be easy. Just defeating those three monsters will be challenging." Dipper nodded slowly, his assessment sobering but realistic. He had respect for his enemies, even as he plotted their destruction.

Thankfully, they didn't need to fight head on directly. Direct confrontation was suicide. They hadn't been scheming for so many years for nothing. There were other ways, subtler and more effective paths to power.

"Have any contact with the inside been made?" he continued to ask, his tone sharpening with interest.

"Yes, the spies inside the family have contacted that person and they have decided to cooperate with us, these are the conditions they put forth." Another commander passed on a report, sliding it across the table with careful deliberation.

Hearing this, dipper grinned under his mask, a gesture invisible but somehow palpable. Would the great fader and Adam ever expect that there is a mole in their own family? Someone so close to them that they share meals and secrets? It would be great when they get backstabbed later, the irony delicious.

He read the conditions carefully, his expression shifting as his eyes moved across the text. And then he snorted, a sharp sound of dismissal. Muttering: "How shameless, why don't you just ask for the entire realm!" The greed displayed was astounding even by higher being standards.

But that person is still useful, so for now they will cooperate and once the war is won, they simply execute the mole for treachery. Double-crossing a double-crosser felt like poetic justice, though none would appreciate the irony.

"Tell them, we agree to everything except giving them that much land, half the army or the treasury." Dipper said with calculated precision. It was just deceiving but they can't be too obvious, had to maintain the illusion of negotiation. Only seeing them reject some things, would the other party believe them and continue to cooperate.

"Any major recent moments?" dipper looked around, scanning the faces hidden behind masks. After giving few instructions he planned to end the meeting and return to his other obligations.

Instantly, two of the commanders raised their hands simultaneously, signaling they had information to share. Only when Dipper nodded, giving them permission to speak, did one started speaking, choosing his words carefully:

"Uh One of the crooked wants to have a talk with you, sir Dipper." The commander's tone carried uncertainty, as if he wasn't sure how the news would be received.

"Oh!" dipper and the others were surprised at this revelation, their collective reaction visible despite the masks.

After all the hatred between two sides is insurmountable and well documented. They are born enemies, unable to see each other eye to eye, philosophically opposed. Even if they are dying, their last wish would be to eliminate the others. It was especially true for the Crooked, a group whose entire existence seemed defined by opposition.

Those people's life goal itself was killing the higher beings and obtain what they believe should be theirs, a complete reversal of the natural order as understood by the ruling class.

"Where did you meet that Crooked? Who was it? Tell me more." Dipper said with interest, his mind already considering the implications.

He hates crooked too but it would greatly accelerate his plan if he can use them as a weapon against Vespera. Then discarding them would be easy, a simple matter of removing the ladder after climbing.

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