Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 524 Threats

After a few more remarks, Shen looked at him and asked, "Would you like to say a few words as well?"

"..." Vritra contemplated the offer, deciding to seize this moment to create some chaos and harvest more sin points.

Acting oblivious, he placed a finger against his chin and tilted his head. "Um… I shouldn't mention the surprise attack we’re planning against the other three families after the wedding, right?"

Shen: "..."

"W-What? Are they actually plotting a war against the other major families?"

Vritra had spoken with enough volume that his voice reached every corner of the room.

"Haha, pay him no mind. It is merely a joke," Shen laughed nervously. "My brother-in-law is quite the comedian. In fact, we have invited all three families to join our special celebration."

Just as the words left his mouth, a series of announcements echoed through the hall.

"The Star family has arrived!"

"The Trant family has arrived!"

"The Grant family has arrived!"

The three rival families appeared simultaneously, as if they had been waiting for the most dramatic moment to enter.

"Oh? Are you certain your foolish brother-in-law is only jesting? It would be a shame if such a lovely occasion turned into a bloody battlefield," a voice rang out from the entrance, drawing everyone's gaze.

The three families maintained a close alliance, using their collective power to keep the other two in check.

While the Yate family was currently fragile, the Ford family remained the dominant force. Even when united, the Star, Trant, and Grant families could barely match them in strength.

The leader of the Star family was a woman, whereas the heads of the Trant and Grant families were men of imposing, muscular stature.

The two robust monarchs of the Trant and Grant families entered accompanied by their heirs.

Each had numerous children who clearly inherited their fathers' physical traits.

Monarch Trant appeared to be the type who acted on impulse, a man of brawn who rarely utilized his intellect.

In contrast, the Grant monarch seemed hyper-aware, entering the venue in a state of high vigilance.

They were followed by a contingent of soldiers and servants bearing various gifts.

The Star family matriarch remained unmarried, having long since passed the typical age for such things.

She looked as though she should be enjoying retirement with grandchildren, though she had none of her own.

As the three groups marched inside, the atmosphere of the event shifted instantly.

"Return to your seat and stay by your father's side," Shen whispered. Regardless of the circumstances, he now had to ensure Art’s safety against any potential threats.

Fortunately, contrary to their initial fears, the boy seemed like a suitable match for Teresa.

Sir Giant and the others had braced for the worst, prepared even to cancel the union and endure divine wrath, but such measures were no longer necessary.

"..." Vritra’s presence immediately caught the eyes of several young noblewomen who found themselves instantly captivated by him.

Some stole shy glances, while others were bold enough to beg their fathers to arrange a match with him.

For the moment, however, a fragile peace held.

Soon, the feast began. A variety of exquisite dishes drifted through the air via magic.

High-ranking guests were served directly at their tables, while those of lesser status moved to the left side to dine.

Naturally, Vritra and the Yates were given the highest level of hospitality.

"Son, are you alright? He didn't try to intimidate you, did he?" Gunter and Ava asked, their faces full of worry.

"Yeah, I'm fine," he replied with a shrug, continuing to eat.

Many guests approached Vritra to offer congratulations, though the pity in their eyes was hard to hide.

Members of the rival families took the opportunity to subtly mock him for his perceived misfortune.

As a few hours passed quietly, several guests began to depart.

The three visiting monarchs approached Gunter to offer their well-wishes, though their words felt more like veiled threats.

Vritra decided it was time to pursue his true objective. Spotting Sir Giant, he moved to inquire about Yennefer.

"I'll be back in a moment," Vritra said, excusing himself from the circle of enamored women following him.

"Hello, Sir Giant," Vritra called out. The old man turned, looking at him with a hint of surprise.

"Art, there is no need for such formality. We are family now; you may call me grandpa," Sir Giant stated, clearly approving of the match.

'I wonder if his talent still matches his youth? What is his actual level of Cultivation?' the old man mused, frustrated that a treasure seemed to be masking Vritra's true power.

"Understood. I heard you were a participant in that war two years ago," Vritra asked, his expression unreadable.

"Ah, that... yes, I was part of that massacre. It was perhaps the gravest error of my life. But why do you bring this up?" Sir Giant answered.

His own great-grandson, Rich, was considered handsome, but Art’s allure was on an entirely different level.

'They would truly make a stunning couple...'

"I was told Yennefer fought in that war as well, yet she vanished once it ended. I heard you were the last person to see her. Do you have any idea where she went?" Vritra pressed.

Sir Giant stared at him silently for a moment, the name stirring old memories. He eventually let out a weary sigh.

"No. She only appeared after Vritra had perished. I left her alone with his body, and she disappeared along with his remains."

Vritra’s brow furrowed. This was his only lead, and it had yielded nothing.

A cold anger began to bubble within him.

'Divine, if you do not provide me with something useful right now, I will butcher everyone in this room. Then, I will destroy the entire Ford family!' Vritra threatened. While he would spare Gunter and Ava, he was perfectly willing to eliminate everyone else.

Silence followed for several heartbeats as a lethal Qi began to circulate through Vritra’s Meridians.

He was truly prepared to start a slaughter.

"Wait! As I told you, if you simply follow the path, you will—" The Divine’s voice suddenly crackled in his mind, sounding weak and strained.

'I am finished with your games. Say that again, and this bride of mine will be the first to die,' Vritra countered.

"...Fine, fine. I can tell you she is unharmed. You will find her the moment you meet your bride. Haa... you've forced me to deplete all my energy. I shall be gone for a while now," the voice faded into nothingness.

As Vritra processed this information, the sky above began to turn pitch black, and the expressions of every member of the Ford family twisted in alarm.

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