Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 559 The Revelations

"Thank you piti—uhm, sir Vritra." Shitless offered a wide grin, tucking the bell away with great care.

"Thank you, Vritra. I shall give it my all." Onest also expressed his deep appreciation.

Vritra gave a nod as the pair began to depart, but then he tilted his head, struck by a sudden confusion. Hadn't the monk always referred to him as the 'pitiful one'?

Why the change now? While it wasn't a matter of great importance, Vritra felt a nagging need to understand and called out to him.

"Shitless."

"Yes?"

"Just now, why did you refrain from calling me the pitiful one? And for that matter, why did you always address me like that in the past?" Vritra inquired, addressing a curiosity he had long ignored.

"Hmm." Shitless narrowed his gaze, scanning him from head to toe before providing an answer.

"Previously, you were enveloped in such a massive bubble of misfortune. It represented the tragedies of your life and a truly regrettable conclusion," Shitless explained, before adding:

"However, I can no longer perceive it upon you. It is almost as if it has been severed from you somehow..."

Even Monk Shitless appeared somewhat puzzled as he spoke those words.

"Huh?" Vritra wasn't particularly shocked that Shitless possessed the ability to see through one's fate, but how could such a massive amount of misfortune simply vanish?

'Could it be a result of my rebirth?'

He contemplated the possibility and then asked:

"During our last encounter, right after you destroyed that temple, was that misfortune still clinging to me? I recall you calling me by that name even then."

The monk searched his memory. They had indeed met after Vritra returned, more than two years following the war.

"Yeah, you still carried it back then." Shitless nodded in confirmation.

If that was the case, then rebirth certainly wasn't the cause. How had all that bad luck just evaporated?

'Was I truly that cursed?' Despite the myriad of perils and trials he faced, Vritra had always considered himself fortunate enough to be with his family.

But that was a secondary concern for now.

As he pondered, Vritra’s eyes shifted toward Teresa.

'Wait, is it possible that Tess absorbed all my ill fortune? But I assumed contact with me wouldn't hurt her, and she claimed it didn't.'

If that were true, the situation would be dire. He turned toward her and demanded:

"Tess, give me an honest answer. Did you steal my wretched fate?"

Teresa had been following their conversation closely. Her current ability did not allow her to simply view the fate of others—at least, not yet.

She could only glimpse fate through physical contact, and from the very start, Vritra’s fate had remained hidden from her.

"No, I couldn't achieve that even if I desired to." Teresa shook her head.

Seeking further confirmation, Vritra pointed toward Teresa and asked:

"Shitless, does she possess that bubble of misfortune or whatever it is?"

"Hmm, no. While her life holds many hardships, her bubble is significantly smaller than the one you used to have." Shitless replied.

Fiona remained standing there in silence. What began as Vritra's simple curiosity had somehow transformed into a serious matter.

'Then what is the explanation? How did it become separated... separated?' Suddenly, his eyes widened as a realization struck him.

Yasmine!

Her soul had been housed within his body previously. Was it possible that Shitless had mistaken her misfortune for Vritra's own?

Since the dragoness had manifested her own body, she had never appeared before Shitless; even in her soul form, she rarely showed herself to others.

The more Vritra reflected on it, the more logical it seemed. It was the only plausible explanation.

Suddenly gripped by anxiety, Vritra called out to her within his mind.

Because the two remained linked, he could still communicate with her and share his perceptions.

'Wifey... Wifey? Wifey! Yasmine!!'

Vritra called out repeatedly, yet no answer came. This only served to heighten the dread in his heart.

He had harbored a dark premonition regarding the dragons from the start, fearing they might have betrayed Yasmine.

Most of them didn't seem truly pleased by her return; they were merely putting on an act.

Vritra was on the verge of dismissing the others to investigate the dragon realm when Shitless spoke up again:

"Looking closer now, I can see commonalities between her fate and your former bubble of misfortune."

As he spoke, he gestured toward Teresa and added:

"If you still possessed it, I would have claimed the two of you shared an incredibly tight bond, like... like siblings."

"!!!"

This revelation stunned Vritra even further.

'Siblings? Does that imply Yasmine and Teresa are sisters? Huh?' Vritra felt as though his mind was being toyed with.

Was Yasmine one of the Divine's sisters?

The one who held two abilities and, upon her passing, gave rise to two of the most powerful mythic halos?

Was that the reason the demon gods went to such lengths to slay her? The demons had immediately designated her as their highest priority the moment they discovered Yasmine lived.

"Are you certain they could be viewed as siblings?" Vritra asked once more, his mind racing with possibilities.

"They? Based on what your fate used to be, yes, I am certain. The connections and similarities are unmistakable." Shitless answered with absolute conviction.

Vritra frowned and attempted to call out to Divine in his mind, but there was no reply.

He began to piece the connections together from the beginning. Yasmine had been salvaged by Nihil Anima, the mythic halo that was incredibly weak at the time. It had devoured all other souls, yet it not only spared her but also protected and sustained her soul, sharing its own soul energy with her.

Perhaps they had attempted to kill her before because they were aware of her link to the Divine.

The more he analyzed it, the more the facts fell into place.

Divine had orchestrated all those trials, putting Vritra through a living hell just to bolster his strength and force him into a position where he could shield his sister.

All of it was for Teresa. Otherwise, Vritra could have cultivated his power at a much safer, slower pace.

Thus, his encounter with Yasmine in that cavern and many other events were far from mere coincidences.

It was possible Yasmine's parents knew as well, having perished while shielding her.

Typically, anyone who uncovered one of the six truths would face the gods' fury and die.

Yet Yasmine knew the truth of the gods and their very names, and yet she remained unharmed.

If she truly was the other sister of the Divine, then she would certainly be exempt from such a fate.

In the vision Vritra had witnessed, Teresa was the youngest, while the other sister was the eldest of the three.

"Huh? Siblings? What does that even mean?" Teresa gave the monk a strange look. There was no possible way she was Vritra's sister.

Vritra remained still, his thoughts a swirling vortex, before he forced himself to stop.

None of that mattered at this moment. Yasmine could be in peril, and that was his only priority.

He turned to Fiona and said: "Wait for me here. I have to go check on Yasmine."

Then he looked at Teresa and, after a brief moment of thought, transported her to the Divine realm.

She would be secure there for the time being. He couldn't leave her vulnerable.

'But there isn't a lord alive who could best my wifey, and even if it were someone from the Divine Kage, she would have had time to alert me.'

Vritra had a sinking feeling that whatever the cause, the level of threat far exceeded anything they had faced.

Without a second's delay, he teleported out of the Yate realm.

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