Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 1: Transmigrated with Mommy

The shrill, grating voice of Ms. Mia pierced the air, her every taunt acting like a whetted blade aimed directly at Vritra’s many perceived shortcomings.

Sunlight filtered through the classroom windows, highlighting the dust motes swirling in the light, which stood in grim contrast to the heavy, suffocating mood that had descended upon the room.

Vritra sat slumped in his seat. His long, jet-black hair hung like a dark curtain over his brow, looking somewhat disheveled as it masked his left eye. He was dressed in loose, oversized clothing that gave him a frail and scrawny appearance, though such an impression was entirely deceptive.

The rest of the students—a boisterous and impatient group—faded into a blur of restless chatter and judgmental looks. He didn't bother glancing at them; he was already well aware of the insults they were whispering.

At the front of the room stood his teacher, Ms. Mia, her aging face twisted with irritation. Her black hair was styled with meticulous precision, yet her choice of attire only served to worsen her already unpleasant looks.

Her spectacles perched precariously on her nose, sliding down every time she made a sharp, emphatic gesture. In her late fifties, her wrinkles did little to soften her appearance. Despite being remarkably fit for her age, she was notorious for her abrasive personality and high-pitched, annoying voice.

Ms. Mia’s piercing voice echoed throughout the room as she barked: "Vritra," she started, her eyes locking onto the youth who remained in his seat as if the world around him was irrelevant.

"His performance in this class has been utterly pathetic, as if he isn't even trying to succeed. He refuses to turn in assignments, his participation is nonexistent, and his grades... well, he manages to pass his subjects by a literal single point."

A wave of mocking laughter spread through the class. Vritra could feel the collective weight of their stares. Ignoring the students, he kept his eyes fixed on the woman standing next to his elderly teacher.

"You aren't reaching your potential. Every answer he gives is correct, but he never writes a single word more than what is required to pass!" Ms. Mia continued, her stare unwavering.

"I felt it was necessary to bring your mother here today to handle this matter personally. His lack of concentration is a disruption, not to mention his violent tendencies. That brat even strikes the girls, can you believe it? More than half the boys are missing teeth because of him; the entire class lives in fear of him and hates him, lodging complaints on a daily basis."

Standing beside Ms. Mia was Vritra’s mother, a tall, poised woman whose presence exuded a quiet, commanding aura of confidence. Vanessa, though in her forties, possessed a timeless beauty that was as mesmerizing as it was daunting. Her emerald-green hair cascaded down to her waist like a waterfall, framing a face striking enough to stop anyone in their tracks.

She possessed a voluptuous figure, a flawless harmony of curves and undeniable allure. Her modest, loose-fitting clothes couldn't entirely mask the generous curve of her chest or the roundness of her hips—the kind of body that possessed just enough softness to be irresistible, yet her reserved attire warded off any lecherous stares.

Her red lips appeared full and lush, and her eyes, matching the emerald shade of her hair, held a profound depth of wisdom and experience. Her very existence seemed to radiate a cold, self-assured energy. She stood tall and composed; the teacher’s accusations didn't seem to faze her in the slightest.

The surrounding students watched with a mix of amusement and brief satisfaction. Most of the boys were nearly drooling, unable to stop stealing glances at the wealthy, frigid beauty who looked like a professional model.

Vritra, however, remained stoic, his face masked by his hair. He was not what others assumed him to be, and he found no pleasure in these petty interactions.

‘When will this wrap up? I need to get to the club; I have a match scheduled for today,’ Vritra thought, checking the time on his phone.

"I am already well-informed of these matters," Vanessa Arclis stated, her voice a melodic contrast to the teacher’s harsh tone.

"However, I believe the donations I have provided to this school are more than sufficient to overlook such trivial issues. Or perhaps I should request a change in staff—maybe someone more capable?"

"C-Change?" Ms. Mia’s brow twitched. "Mrs. Arclis, t-there is no need for such drastic measures. Vritra is usually quite well-behaved and doesn't bother anyone unless he is provoked, hahaha ha—"

Vanessa turned to her son with a gentle smile, her cold demeanor melting into a tender expression.

Vritra remained quiet, watching through the gaps in his hair with an expression of boredom. To him, the teacher's grievances were nothing more than a childish spectacle and a nuisance to his daily routine. He was, after all, a man harboring many secrets.

"!!!"

Suddenly, a flash of blinding light erupted, swallowing the entire room. The class gasped in unison. The world dissolved into a searing white void; the dimensions seemed to twist and pull them in. Everyone squeezed their eyes shut as they felt a sickening, churning sensation in their stomachs.

When they finally opened their eyes, the familiar classroom was gone. The scent of chalk dust and city smog had vanished, replaced by the crisp aroma of fresh air and the sweet fragrance of blooming flowers.

Vritra scanned his new environment and realized he was standing in an enormous, pristine hall.

The walls were a polished, pure white, looking as though they were hewn from solid marble, and the ceiling reached so high it was lost in the shadows. Before them stood a majestic, ancient statue that shimmered in the light. It appeared to be a temple of some kind.

The forty students, along with Ms. Mia and Vanessa, filled the room, all of them blinking in utter bewilderment. The chamber was steeped in grandeur, radiating an ancient power that was both awe-inspiring and terrifying.

Vritra felt a strange flicker of curiosity and anticipation for the unknown. He was intrigued, but he refused to let his wonder cloud his logic.

"Where... what is this..." Ms. Mia stuttered, her glasses crooked and her professional mask completely shattered. The students began to murmur, their initial terror shifting into a blend of confusion and interest.

Vritra’s mother stood by his side, her expression reflecting his own cautious observation as she took a protective stance.

Then, she appeared.

A woman of breathtaking, divine beauty stood before them—a goddess of absolute perfection. Her hair was a pure, shimmering white, falling down her back like a stream of moonlight. Her skin was a flawless, milky white that seemed never to have been touched by the sun, emitting a faint, ethereal glow.

Her eyes were a striking, celestial blue, and her features were perfectly sculpted. She carried an air of arrogance, a sense of being far above them, looking down as if they were merely insignificant mortals.

"Welcome, mortals from another universe," the goddess’s musical voice rang out, vibrating with a power that demanded silence. Her words seemed to glow in the air, possessing a magical quality that soothed the group's panic.

"I am Diana, the Goddess of Dunshire, and I have brought you here for a specific reason."

Her voice had a grounding effect, silencing the chaos as the students, the teacher, and Vanessa gazed at her in awe. A wave of hushed conversation broke out. They whispered about her divine beauty, the scale of the temple, the obvious wealth of the architecture, and the strange energy surrounding them.

"By the gods, look at her!" shouted Raino, a boy from the back row known for his weight and perverted remarks.

"She’s... she’s stunning! Is this some kind of prank? And where the hell is my phone? I just bought that expensive model last week!"

Vanessa stood next to Vritra, her face a mix of wonder and dread.

Ms. Mia, still shaken, tried to regain her authority. "Where are we? What is the meaning of this? How did we get here so suddenly?"

Diana’s eyes swept over the crowd with cold indifference. She held herself with an air of absolute superiority, making everyone else feel small and inconsequential.

"You have all been chosen," Diana said, completely ignoring Ms. Mia. Her voice remained steady.

"The universe stands on the edge of ruin. Demons are spreading like a plague, devouring everything. If you wish to protect existence, your own world, and those you love back home, you must begin by saving my world and eradicating them." The students were stunned by her declaration.

"W-What do you mean?" a girl asked, her voice shaking.

"This realm is besieged by evil," Diana explained. "The demon gods, their demon lords, generals, and endless hordes threaten to annihilate everything. You have been selected to oppose them."

Vritra’s mind worked quickly. He found it difficult to accept; it felt like a dream or an elaborate ruse.

"F-Fight what? What are you talking about? We can't do that—my joints are practically creaking just standing here. Can you please just send us b-back?" Ms. Mia pleaded.

"You shall be bestowed with abilities," Diana continued, once again treating Ms. Mia like a bothersome insect. Her tone turned grave.

"You will gain power by slaying demons and collecting the treasures hidden throughout this land. Your path will be perilous, but your victory is vital. I will provide whatever support is necessary to ensure you succeed. Do not fear; you have time to develop your strength."

Her words sparked another round of frantic discussion. Though fear remained, they realized that returning home wasn't an option yet and that they had to cooperate for the time being.

Then, she gave a command: "Open your status windows. Simply think of it, and it shall appear."

After a moment of confusion, the air shimmered in front of each person as a translucent display manifested.

Vritra’s own status window blinked into view, showing several lines of data.

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Name: Vritra Arclis

Level: 1 [0%]

Race: Human

Titles: None

Class: Dust Lord (Rank: F) [SSS+(?)]

Bloodline: None

Physique: Human

Mana: 180/180

Vitality: 100%

STATS:

Strength: 20

Agility: 21

Endurance: 19

Intelligence: 20

Mana: 18

Luck: 30

[Allocation points: 0]

SKILL:

Dust Manipulation (Rank-F):

[Level: 1]

(Dust Attunement): Grants the user the ability to manipulate dust within a 5-meter radius, while also sharpening senses within that zone. This skill provides fundamental control over dust particles, allowing them to be moved and shaped around the user. The Mana cost for basic movement is minimal, permitting constant use.

Mutamorphis (Rank: ???): Enables the user to gradually adapt to their surroundings or current situation; triggers automatically when specific requirements are met.

Inventory: Empty

Resistances:

[Pain Resistance] (Level 4)

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