Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 550 Humbled

Teresa sat in the vehicle peacefully, daydreaming about her future with her husband while remaining completely oblivious to the struggle occurring outside.

Vritra shifted through space once more, appearing directly in front of the battered old man. Sir Giant was coughing violently from his severe injuries, though his life was not yet in immediate danger.

Leaning down, Vritra grabbed Sir Giant by the head and hauled him out of the debris.

"Since you are so confident about being able to protect her, then let's see if you truly can."

Following those words, he triggered an innate power belonging to his new race.

[Devouring the Giant's Physique!]

The area was suddenly filled with the agonizing cries of Sir Giant. His physical form began to waste away as a surge of energy was forcibly drawn into Vritra’s body.

This wasn't mere mana; it was the fundamental essence that comprised his very being. His unique physique was being usurped.

"S- Stop, cough…" Sir Giant struggled to form words as he spat out blood, his strength draining away rapidly.

Vritra briefly considered extracting his core as well, but he knew that would result in the old man's certain death.

He decided to leave the core intact for the time being.

Utilizing Null, he generated a localized sphere where the flow of time moved significantly faster than the world outside.

Before long, Sir Giant took on a shriveled appearance. Although he maintained his status as a lord, he was now significantly diminished in power.

The very physique that had granted him such immense strength was gone, stolen away.

[You have successfully stolen the Giant's Physique!]

[Your Physique grows stronger.]

Vritra finally released his grip, allowing the old man to collapse weakly back into the rubble.

Evaluating the internal changes, Vritra realized this essence was superior to Dago’s physique. He enjoyed the sensation of his power increasing, even by a small margin.

"Oh Grandpa, what happened to you? Who did this to you?"

Vritra’s expression shifted to one of mock concern as he knelt down. He produced a top-tier healing potion crafted by Diana.

He forced the liquid down the dazed old man’s throat, and the effects were instantaneous as the wounds began to close.

Within a minute, his color returned; his status as a lord assisted in the recovery speed.

"Are you okay? At your age, you should be resting. What are you doing going around and picking fights with young people?"

Vritra assisted Sir Giant to his feet, while the old man stared at him with pure terror.

‘W- What sort of monster is he?! D- Did we make a mistake by marrying Teresa to him? He is a complete psycho…’

Watching Vritra act so helpfully sent a cold shiver down Sir Giant’s spine.

In a few moments, the physical damage was gone. He appeared more aged and fragile than before, but he was stable.

His Cultivation remained, but his combat effectiveness had plummeted.

"Hurry up and get changed. You can't send off your dear granddaughter like that, right? And make sure to behave properly, or the Fords might become extinct."

Vritra patted his shoulder significantly while speaking.

He then turned and strolled back to the car, leaving the trembling Sir Giant behind.

"…Did Grandpa agree?" Teresa inquired as Vritra climbed back into the seat.

"Why wouldn't he? I just showed a bit of my super strength and he allowed it. Who could protect you better than me?"

Vritra answered, gazing into her dark eyes.

A minute later, Sir Giant showed up again, having changed into fresh attire.

The witnesses nearby had been paralyzed by fear during the clash between Vritra and Sir Giant.

They remained ignorant of the details of the brief skirmish, only seeing that the Ford family's strongest warrior had been humbled in an instant.

‘Just who is he? His strength is terrifying. Is he someone from the Divine Kage or some powerful hidden organization?’

Sir Giant’s hands continued to shake as he stood before the decorated car.

"Teresa, take care of yourself. I- I will come to meet you soon. J- Just promise me that you will protect her."

Sir Giant’s eyes moved between Teresa and Vritra as he spoke.

"Of course I will. Goodbye, enjoy your rest."

Vritra replied, and the convoy began to move shortly after.

"Great Grandpa, what's wrong?" Rich asked, looking at Sir Giant. The elder seemed to have aged years in a single moment.

"…It is nothing, I am just sad about her departure."

Sir Giant said, glancing back at the ruined building.

Vritra had leveled Teresa’s room, a clear signal that she would never return to this place.

***

Smog moved through the air at maximum velocity, leaving Shen unable to keep up regardless of his effort.

The arrogant seat only accelerated when he noticed Shen, assuming the man was attempting to interfere with his objective.

"Wait, wait, that's not Teresa!!" Shen bellowed, watching his wife being battered as she was dragged along.

Sakshi’s screams continued until they reached the Golden Moon headquarters.

"Oracle, I have brought Teresa Ford along with me, the Stealer of Fate. But her brother won't stop following me."

Smog announced as he dashed into the building, dragging Sakshi behind him.

By now, she was twitching and foaming at the mouth, her body littered with injuries from the rough transit.

"Oh, good job-"

The Oracle, who had been preoccupied with divining the future, stepped out into the hall.

He froze upon seeing the woman Smog had captured. Without hesitation, he delivered a sharp slap to Smog’s face.

"You idiot! I told you to bring her here respectfully. What the hell have you done? Why did you drag her here?"

The Oracle roared in frustration.

Clutching his face, Smog looked back, confused. Wasn't she a lord?

How was it possible she couldn't even fly to protect herself?

"Wait, are you Teresa Ford?" The Oracle approached and asked. He sensed nothing remarkable about this plain woman.

She hadn't even reached the Ford realm.

"Of course she is not. She is Sakshi Ford, my wife. I was trying to stop him but he wouldn't listen to me."

Shen finally caught up, his heart sinking as he took in her battered state.

SLAP

The Oracle struck Smog again. He was surrounded by fools who couldn't follow simple instructions.

"We are sorry for the confusion. I will properly punish him. Please take your wife back."

The Oracle spoke with forced politeness, mindful of Sir Giant’s reputation.

"Sigh. You people… Sakshi, are you alright?"

Shen clicked his tongue and undid the shackles on her ankles.

"…h- hate him, k- kill him, ughh cough, s- save me…"

She rambled incoherently like a broken machine. With a heavy sigh, Shen shot a final glare at the two men before carrying her away.

***

Inside the vehicle, Vritra and Teresa sat close together, holding hands while watching the world pass by.

"Hubby, I am finally done with work here. Sigh, I missed such a good show."

Yasmine’s voice echoed in his ear via transmission.

‘Yeah, but there will be more to come for the Ford family. Anyway, we are now returning to the Yate realm, let's meet there directly.’

Vritra answered, leaning his head against Teresa’s shoulder.

"Alright, I am missing you already. Plus I need you to fill me again. Don't forget your first wife. Sob, poor me has to fight for your affection against so many women."

Yasmine lamented with her usual dramatic flair.

‘Yes, yes, my queen. We will do as you say.’

Vritra replied, mentally shaking his head.

"Husband…" Teresa whispered, a hint of homesickness touching her voice.

Vritra gave her hand a reassuring squeeze before lifting it to his lips and kissing it gently.

"Hmm."

He hummed in response. His affection for her had grown after seeing her side with him against her own kin.

Now that she belonged to him completely, he intended to shower her with endless devotion.

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