Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 560 Bloodbath

Vritra vanished from the Yate realm, teleporting away as he realized the looming threat was far beyond the power of a Lord rank.

In a heartbeat, Vritra returned to the Dragon Kingdom. Having harbored suspicions regarding the dragons, he had previously stationed a knight and a Hellmancer there to monitor the situation.

However, it appeared Yasmine had never reached this destination.

Materializing outside the palace, he charged toward the residences of the Dragon Elders.

With a sharp snap of his fingers, he forcibly teleported every single one of them into his presence.

"What? What's going on?" one elder stammered, stumbling back as he was interrupted in the middle of a meal.

"How did I get here?!" another shouted, barely clothed.

Refusing to waste a single second, Vritra’s voice thundered: "WHERE IS YASMINE?"

"E-Empress? W-we know nothing about her..." one elder stammered, casting a suspicious glance toward the other council members.

Dago's father was absent; although he was under Vritra’s absolute control, it seemed he had been kept in the dark about this scheme.

Or perhaps he had simply been excluded from the plot entirely.

"Y-yes, we requested the Empress come here to assist with a localized issue, but... she never arrived," another member chimed in.

Vritra’s fury surged with every passing heartbeat, causing the entire Dragon Realm to begin quaking.

An aura erupted that made everyone present tremble in terror; the ground split open while surrounding structures crumbled to dust.

The sky grew pitch black as a tide of chaotic energy flooded the area.

"I am granting you one final chance, or I shall wipe the Dragon Race from existence!" Vritra suddenly blurred, appearing instantly before one of the Lords.

He raised both hands, seizing the Lord's head. His thumbs dug deep into the eyes, and in the following instant, the head detonated in a gruesome spray of bone, flesh, and brain matter.

The body was then shredded; the physical essence was absorbed while the soul was devoured whole.

"TELL... ME..." As he spoke, dozens of tentacles erupted from his back, stretching out for thousands of meters.

BOOOOOOM

Violent explosions rocked the kingdom. The group, realizing they had no hope of resistance, attempted to flee.

But the moment anyone even twitched, they spontaneously exploded. Lords were being slaughtered effortlessly, and true terror finally took hold of them.

Vritra’s form began to shift, his skin becoming a swirling mess of colors as he transformed into pure, lethal energy.

Two massive horns sprouted from his head, and the surrounding space buzzed with a dangerous frequency, as if the entire realm were on the verge of collapse.

BANG

He stomped his foot, releasing a shockwave that claimed the lives of two more Lords instantly.

Vritra was consumed by a berserk rage, yet a sliver of cold rationality remained.

He would have utilized his psyche abilities if time permitted, but searching every individual mind was too slow.

Instead, he scrutinized their expressions. Faced with such overwhelming fear, they were incapable of masking their true emotions.

While all were terrified, a few looked particularly guilty, as if they were weighing the risks of confession.

It was as if they were calculating whether the truth would actually save their lives.

"..." Without a word, Vritra flashed in front of one such individual.

Time appeared to freeze as his gaze seemed to bore directly into the dragon's soul.

A third eye opened on his forehead, and the flames of corruption immediately engulfed the dragon.

Agonized screams filled the air as the victim tried to shift into his dragon form, but failed.

"Aahhhhhh, stop it! I'll talk! I'll—"

"Don't do it! We'll be—"

BOOOOOM!!

The council member who tried to silence him was instantly blown apart. Vritra only slightly dampened the flames of corruption on his informant.

"Speak!" His voice no longer sounded human; the mere sight of him caused the nearby dragons to shiver and nearly lose consciousness.

None of them had imagined such a monster stood behind their Empress. Had they known, they would never have dared to plot.

Against this devil, they had no hope.

"T-That way... toward the south gate of the continent," the elder wheezed.

Vritra vanished in the next instant, but behind him, every remaining Lord exploded into gore.

A colorless flame then consumed their remains, forcibly transforming them all into wraiths.

Vritra realized he should have done this from the start; it was only for Yasmine’s sake that he had spared them.

They had repaid his mercy with betrayal. While Vritra wished to erase the Dragon Race entirely, that was a secondary concern for now.

Vritra expanded his senses, searching for his wife’s signature, but she was nowhere to be found—or perhaps someone was masking her presence.

Teleporting again, he arrived at the continent's gate. He scanned the surrounding hundreds of kilometers but found nothing.

"Did he lie to me?"

Every passing second felt like a desperate struggle against time itself.

Forcing himself to be calm, he analyzed the situation.

Whoever had taken Yasmine hadn't killed her, but had likely abducted her.

Even if he couldn't sense her, Vritra had a premonition that she was no longer on this planet.

'Of course, the spatial fluctuations...'

[Null Activated.]

Vritra immediately entered a bizarre realm where the fabric of time and space became visible to him.

Yet, it still wasn't enough.

The Field Palette.

Without hesitation, Vritra dumped his Sin Points into the Null field, which was only at 50% completion.

Forcing a 50% increase all at once was incredibly reckless, but Vritra lacked both time and alternatives.

Instantly, a massive influx of information flooded his mind as his mastery over the Null ability ignited.

A searing agony tore through Vritra’s mind; it was the most intense mental pain he had ever endured.

It felt as though his physical form was about to shatter under the pressure.

His consciousness wavered and his body began to plummet toward the ground, while tears of blood streamed from his eyes.

[Cry Baby Activated.]

Suddenly, Vritra’s eyes snapped open as a fresh surge of energy revitalized him. He felt his power skyrocket, with his skills and mental fortitude reaching new heights.

Though the pain remained agonizing, he regained control over his movements.

The Cry Baby skill was proving to be unexpectedly potent, just as it had been during its previous activation.

A storm soon enveloped the continent as the energy radiating from Vritra began to mutate.

Vritra activated Null once more. With the field now fully comprehended, its power was infinitely greater than before.

With a single look, Vritra detected faint spatial ripples near the continental gate.

His silhouette, now composed of flickering destructive energy, flashed toward the fading fluctuations.

He seized the fabric of space with both hands and, with all his strength, tore it open. He let out a demonic roar that sent shivers through every living soul on the continent.

This aura was far more terrifying than anything witnessed during the previous war.

Putting everything he had into the effort, Vritra dived into the spatial rift, moving with such velocity that time itself seemed to reverse.

Suddenly, a bubble appeared in his vision, radiating a familiar energy.

He was moving too fast to process his surroundings, so he simply grabbed the massive bubble and yanked it back with all his might.

The spatial passage began to fracture and groan under the strain.

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