Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 536 Bigshots
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"Tyler, how dare you intrude upon my residence!!" Sir Giant bellowed, coming to a halt in front of the Fishman King.
"I've issued several warnings to you already, yet you still persisted in trying to wed your son to my granddaughter. Now you have the audacity to bring an entire army here?"
Tyler, the sovereign of his tribe, had marched over three thousand warriors into the Ford domain.
He was prepared to risk everything if necessary, solely to safeguard his son's life.
"You miserable insect, I should have finished you off years ago. It appears I’ve been granted another opportunity to fix my past error." A lethal aura enveloped Sir Giant’s frame as his killing intent surged violently.
Panic spread among the crowd on the ground. No one anticipated that the situation would spiral out of control so rapidly.
Leaders from the Trant, Grant, and Star families, along with several others, broke into hearty laughter. This development played perfectly into their hands. Now that the opportunity had presented itself, they weren't about to miss out on the chaos.
"Hmph, so this is the human you've selected for her? Ha! You honestly believe any pathetic human is superior to my son?" Tyler mocked loudly.
"That is not your decision to make. Are you certain you want to proceed with this?" Sir Giant composed himself, though his murderous aura only grew more intense.
Vritra cast multiple protective barriers around Teresa, unwilling to let her come to any harm.
Furthermore, he had already committed to the marriage, which now seemed like the most logical path. Besides, he knew that affection could blossom after the ceremony, just as it had with Yasmine.
Once he was certain she was secure, Vritra returned his glass to the tray and remarked, "Wait for me a moment, my bride."
Teresa’s fingers tightened around her glass. This was perhaps her very first visible reaction.
Vritra even stationed Psyche near her as a precaution.
However, just as he prepared to take flight, the priest intervened. "Hold on, you cannot leave this spot until the union is sealed, or the wedding cannot be finalized today."
"Tsk, I suppose I can't give them a thrashing until the marriage is official." Vritra sighed, stating, "Fine, let's conclude the ritual first."
He retrieved the glass once more, and the bride and groom lifted their drinks to consume the wine.
Teresa drank from beneath the cover of her veil.
High above, Tyler was trembling with fury. He realized that if a true battle commenced, a large portion of his invading force would be wiped out.
Additionally, they were unable to breach the Ford family's defenses, and the wedding would be over by the time the skirmish ended.
He decided he would have to manipulate the guests to incite disorder. Even if it required revealing a guarded secret, he deemed it a worthy trade.
"STOP!!" Tyler roared before addressing the guests, focusing particularly on the rivals of the Ford family.
"You have all heard many rumors concerning Teresa Ford, but none of you truly know the truth about her."
Sir Giant shook with rage. Realizing the fishman's scheme, he launched an attack to silence him.
Tyler evaded the strike and retreated before shouting further,
"Haha, Teresa Ford is none other than the Stealer of Fate!!"
The announcement was followed by an immediate, heavy silence. Vritra and Teresa froze, their glasses halted mid-air.
"Why is everyone acting this way?" Vritra wondered to himself.
"She is the Stealer of Fate?!" Even Yasmine gasped, her voice filled with shock.
"What's the big deal?" Vritra asked, feeling perplexed. While her ability was certainly formidable, the crowd's reaction seemed disproportionate.
"The witch known as the Stealer of Fate is legendary for several reasons," Yasmine began to clarify.
"Beyond her obvious talent for seizing destinies, she is an incredibly gifted sorceress capable of forging priceless artifacts. Do you recall that crown that could boost luck? She can craft items that even Lords would go to war for." After a short pause, she continued,
"And lastly, she is ranked as the most beautiful woman to ever live. Hmph, it's no wonder they kept her so hidden. I couldn't even see her face clearly back in that dream."
"Oh." It was now Vritra’s turn to feel astonished.
"Look! This is the true face of Teresa Ford!" After his shout, he threw a glyph into the air, which burst into a spectrum of colors to project an image in the sky.
A faint silhouette of a woman appeared. Though it was slightly obscured and provided only a fleeting look, it was enough.
Every guest present was captivated. Regardless of whether it was genuine, the potential prize made any risk worth taking.
Their judgment became clouded by desire.
Tyler’s son had been lucky—or perhaps cursed—enough to catch a glimpse of her once. He hadn't even seen half of her features.
Yet, from that moment on, he had become obsessed, willing to do anything to possess her.
"And according to my sources, whoever weds her will gain the ability to partially utilize her power to steal the fates of others."
It was impossible for Tyler not to crave such a magnificent woman. Ostensibly, he claimed it was for his son, but sons were replaceable. There was only one such witch.
"So this is why you've always kept her concealed?!" The Grant Monarch stood up abruptly, a wide smirk crossing his face.
"When you think about it, this groom is completely unworthy of her. Aside from his appearance, what value does he have?" the Trant Monarch laughed. He, too, was now ready to join the fray.
"By the gods, she is the Stealer of Fate!! How can a person like him be fit to marry her?"
"Indeed, he's just a member of the failing Yate family. I can't believe he nearly married her. He is absolute trash compared to Teresa Ford."
Vicious insults began to rain down on Vritra, fueled by the guests' intense jealousy.
"Well, look at this mess," Vritra chuckled. It felt as though he had been dropped into the middle of a dramatic cultivation novel.
Yasmine, however, was seething. She refused to tolerate anyone insulting her husband.
She scanned the assembly, burning the faces of every detractor into her memory, before taking to the sky.
Suddenly, nearly every guest was intent on removing Vritra, and a massive battle erupted in the air.
Sir Giant, Shen, and their allies clashed with the fishman race.
Gunter stood guard before the altar, intercepting a Lord who attempted to strike at Vritra.
That single image had driven the majority of the guests into a literal frenzy. All eyes were fixed on him now.
Vritra shook his head. He was eager to join the fight, but he had to finish the wedding ceremony first.
"Ms. Bride, cheers." Once more, Vritra and Teresa prepared to drink, but another announcement cut through the air,
"M-More guests have arrived!!"
Sir Giant felt like tearing his hair out in frustration.
"Who is it this time? What more could possibly go wrong?"
"The Empress of the Phoenix Race, Fiona Arclis, has arrived!" the messenger shouted, causing the crowd to gasp in disbelief.
Why would such a figure be here?
While the Fords and the other four families were influential, they were merely human powers. Fiona, however, was the ruler of the entire Phoenix Race, which boasted numerous Lords.
Sir Giant had sent an invitation as a formality, never expecting them to attend such a minor affair.
A stunning redhead soon came into view, walking into the hall accompanied by a massive military escort.
Then, a second announcement echoed,
"T-The Empress of the H-Human Race, Diana Arclis, is here!!"
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