Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 518 Docile

Choosing between autonomy and servitude was a simple decision for the council members.

Each of the thirty-two individuals opted to stay in their seats immediately; it was obvious they preferred survival over death.

Before long, an enraged middle-aged man approached the council chambers, his bellows growing increasingly violent.

"You dared to murder my son! This is an act of treason! You cannot be Yasmine; she would never slaughter her own kind!" He hovered in the air just outside the hall, waiting for a response.

"Haa... Does anyone else here wish to challenge me as he has?" Yasmine’s gaze swept across the men, who all responded with frantic shakes of their heads.

While some were merely paralyzed by terror, others believed Yasmine would be a far superior sovereign, having grown weary of serving under Dago's rule.

"Excellent. Hubby, let us go," Yasmine remarked, and the pair stepped out of the chambers.

Initially, Dago’s father was stunned; Yasmine’s appearance remained unchanged from his memories.

He found it impossible to conceive how she had managed to endure everything that had happened to her.

His eyes briefly flickered toward Vritra, but sensing no immediate threat, he turned his focus back to the dragoness.

"Who the hell are you? You shall suffer the consequences for my son's death! And what are the rest of you doing just sitting there? Have you already bowed down to her?" he shrieked in a fit of rage.

"..." Silence was his only answer from within.

"So, do you intend to oppose me? Is there no way you will acknowledge me as your ruler?" Yasmine inquired with a calm demeanor.

In contrast, Rago was becoming consumed by a murderous fury; his only desire was to end her life.

The report of his son’s demise had devastated him to his very core.

"Hubby, can you deal with him?" Yasmine asked. She felt it would be a total waste to simply kill a high-ranking Lord-tier dragon, so they had alternative plans.

"Understood." Vritra gave a faint smile and stepped forward, shielding his wife.

"And who the fuck are you supposed to be?" Rago demanded, squinting his eyes as he struggled to identify the man.

"There is no need for you to know that. Besides, no one will remember your name once you are gone. Psyche..." Vritra commanded with a lazy tone as a dark, blurred shape suddenly lunged at Rago.

"Wha—" Before he could even react, Psyche materialized in front of him and clamped both palms onto his head.

Rago’s eyes turned a stark, hollow white. His frame went rigid, and despite his internal struggle, he found it impossible to break the hold.

Beyond Psyche’s standard possession abilities, the wraith had grown immensely powerful after consuming several Lords. It now possessed the power to completely wipe away a person’s identity and rebuild it according to the wraith's desires.

"..." The internal conflict lasted only a few moments before the original Rago vanished.

He was effectively dead, though his physical vessel and soul remained intact; the consciousness that made him Rago was gone forever.

After a few minutes, Rago’s eyes fluttered open. The previous fury had evaporated, replaced by a serene stillness.

Psyche faded away, retreating back into the wraith storage.

"E—Empress, you have returned!" Rago stammered in shock, his behavior now entirely submissive.

"Hubby, this power is quite convenient," Yasmine whispered. She felt the urge to give her husband a deep kiss right then and there, but she refrained from such a public display.

The three of them returned to the hall. When the other members witnessed the compliant Rago, they trembled. They wondered if they would have been transformed into similar puppets had they chosen to resist.

From that point on, the meeting proceeded without further incident. Yasmine outlined the various reforms she intended to implement.

The council members voiced their agreement, though their consent was clearly reluctant.

Vritra remained quiet, carefully monitoring the expressions of the group.

He noticed a few individuals who seemed suspicious, as if they were unwilling to accept her restoration to the throne.

He suspected they might be planning a betrayal, perhaps even conspiring with the demons.

Trusting no one, Vritra dispatched his soul wraiths to shadow them.

He utilized all his wraiths except for the new Chimera, whose nature was far too violent for stealth and was reserved solely for open combat.

The assembly eventually concluded, and Yasmine dismissed the group so they could begin their tasks.

The upcoming days were set to be incredibly hectic for everyone, including Yasmine herself.

"Haa... Hubby, let’s invite mother and the others here. I want us to tour our kingdom as a family," Yasmine proposed, snuggling against him as she sat on his chest.

"I agree; I did promise to bring them. But first, concerning the Titan race and that Oblivion Tornado realm... where can I find data on them?" he inquired.

"Hmm... You could check with Maeve’s organization, though their knowledge might be limited. Your best option would be the Star Family, one of the top five families. They possess an incredible wealth of information."

She continued, "It was that very hoard of knowledge that allowed them to reach such heights." She nuzzled her face into his neck, peppering it with light kisses.

"Fine, we shall head there once we are finished here," Vritra agreed. After a brief discussion, the two of them exited the hall.

"It seems I require a new palace. I have no desire to reside in that place. Sigh... it will take a long time to rebuild," Yasmine lamented. Dago had demolished the original structure to build his own.

Even with the use of special abilities, traditional construction would be a lengthy process.

"That is not necessarily true. I can manifest it quite rapidly. Do you wish for the palace to be a perfect replica of the old one?" Vritra asked as they stood before the current building.

"Uhm... Yes." The dragoness nodded, still unaware of the full scale of his power or the mastery he had gained over his dust manipulation.

"Very well, give me a moment." Vritra recalled the palace's layout from the fragments of Yasmine’s memories he had observed.

Closing his eyes, Vritra reached out with both hands and began the process.

First, he reduced the existing palace to fine dust—everything from the interior furniture and beds to the portraits and ornaments.

Naturally, the staff had already been instructed to vacate the premises.

Under Yasmine’s stunned watch, the massive structure dissolved into a cloud of particles.

In the blink of an eye, the dust began to reorganize, shifting into new shapes and structures.

Vritra’s precision had evolved so much that he could transmute dust particles into various metals and building materials on the fly.

She watched in awe as room after room materialized, every material and detail matching her memories perfectly.

He was meticulous, and for the few areas where his memories were fuzzy, he asked her for clarification.

Within mere minutes, a reconstructed palace stood before them, finished down to the smallest detail.

From the bedrooms to the baths, everything was in its proper place.

"Whoa... Hubby, that was incredible." Yasmine gazed at the building in disbelief; it immediately sparked a wave of childhood nostalgia.

Beaming, she threw herself into his arms and kissed him deeply.

"Now, let's bring the others here."

Vritra focused and used the Null to tear open a portal, linking the exit of the dragon realm to the location of the women.

Fortunately, they were all gathered in one spot.

Fiona, Diana, Maeve, and Vanessa all stepped through the portal with excitement the moment Vritra summoned them.

"Wow, this realm is absolutely stunning," Maeve whispered, taking in the sights of the dragon kingdom.

It was her first time visiting; as a demon, she would have been executed on sight under the previous regime.

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