Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 589 It's Gone

Vritra popped a single candy into his mouth. He had picked these up during his stay in the Phoenix Kingdom, moments before the robbers made their move against him.

The taste turned out to be surprisingly enjoyable. Vritra hung around for a bit more, fully aware that the creation he'd commissioned from them wouldn't come together without some serious effort.

His eyes shifted upward to the heavens. Lifting a hand, he snagged one of the drifting spores and examined it closely.

Yet even through his sharp senses, nothing unusual stood out, so he discarded it and kept on waiting patiently.

"Hubby," Yasmine's voice suddenly echoed in his thoughts. Briefly, Vritra thought she had shown up, but then the memory of their mental link hit him.

'How's the training progressing?' he inquired, while rubbing his palms together and exhaling hot breath onto them. Luckily, this level of chill posed no real threat to him.

"This core is truly amazing; my power is surging ahead fast. But it's getting so dull—where exactly are you headed?" she replied. Before, she hadn't tapped into his perceptions, so the details of his scheme had escaped her.

'Well, it's sort of a small surprise for…' Vritra laid out his intentions, prompting the dragoness to erupt in hearty laughter. She desperately wanted to join him at that instant.

Still, linking their senses in this manner worked well enough.

As they conversed, Vritra shook off the monotony of standing solo in the vast expanse.

Soon enough, Onest and Shitless came back, their faces beaming with wide grins.

Vritra glanced over and questioned, "Is it ready?"

"Well, tracking down those kinds of materials proved tough, but the result exceeded your specifications. Check this out." Shitless waved enthusiastically toward Onest.

In response, Onest produced a large container, holding at least three liters. It brimmed with various substances.

The instant it emerged into view, a truly revolting odor permeated the entire area. It reeked worse than a pile of decaying bodies left to fester.

Vritra swiftly retrieved the handkerchief from his inventory and clamped it over his nose. Right away, the foul aroma ceased invading his senses.

In its place, Teresa's delightful scent filled his nostrils. It functioned almost like a personal purifier, blocking out the nauseating fumes.

Shitless and Onest's noses twitched in disgust as they shielded their faces with scraps of fabric, thumping their chests like something corrosive gnawed at them from within.

"How does it look?" Onest inquired. His hands were layered with multiple gloves. He dreaded even the slightest contact with a single droplet.

Just the pair of them understood the makeup of that vile liquid. Its repulsiveness made him reluctant to utter a word about it.

"Hmm…" Vritra gave a nod. Clutching the handkerchief in one hand, he fetched a tiny vial that had also come from Teresa.

Next, he levitated it and emptied its contents into the larger bottle.

At once, a fierce reaction ignited, causing it to bubble furiously as foam erupted and popped in the air, swiftly dissolving the nearby snow.

"It's ideal right now—well done." Vritra commented, a smirk forming beneath his cloth covering. He then continued:

"Let's go."

"Muahahaha, this is fantastic. I've been dying for something just like this." Shitless cackled wildly, thrilled beyond measure.

Onest stowed the bottle away and chuckled along. He concurred—this adventure promised excitement.

The trio set off on foot, chatting animatedly about their scheme, their steps crunching deep into the thick snow.

Vritra then flung a pair of candies their way, which they snatched mid-air and savored immediately.

"Mmm, delicious. Thanks, pitiful one." Shitless remarked, with Onest expressing his gratitude as well.

"Pitiful one? Hasn't my streak of misfortune ended?" Vritra queried, arching his brows.

The monk eyed the top of his head and murmured, "Bad luck clings to you forever, and I can't come up with a fitter nickname."

They trudged onward casually, but abruptly, Shitless dropped to his knees. He gripped his neck and wailed in agony:

"NOOOOOOOOOOOOO!"

Both Vritra and Onest jumped in shock, spinning around sharply to see what had befallen the monk so suddenly.

Could it stem from that concoction or the candy?

Onest nearly ejected his candy on reflex, yet he trusted Vritra wouldn't sabotage them, so he held back.

"What's the matter? You allergic or something?" Vritra pressed urgently, pulling out a few potions poised to administer them.

"I- It's vanished, SOB," Shitless gazed upward, eyes brimming with tears, and whispered.

"What's vanished? What precisely occurred?" Vritra struggled to grasp it.

"T- The candy—I gulped it down by mistake. SOB, it's lost forever, and it was so flavorful, SOB." Shitless vented his sorrow.

Vritra rolled his eyes as Onest smacked the monk's skull from behind. Such theatrics over mere sweets.

"Here, take another one." Vritra handed him an extra, shaking his head in disbelief.

"R- Really? Thanks, SOB, you're the greatest, pitiful o- one." he stammered.

Suppressing the impulse to whack him again, the other two pivoted toward the way out.

With no further delay, the group soared off. Naturally, Shitless lacked flight ability, so Vritra employed dust control to carry him.

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As evening approached,

Distant from the Quartz continent lay the stronghold of the Golden Moon.

The leader of this group, Oracle, summoned yet another assembly.

Lately, the relentless snow and spores had turned daily life into a nightmare, and he'd realized the spores' impact might run deeper than anticipated.

Thus, he aimed to tackle these calamities head-on, or failing that, safeguard the elite at minimum.

In these dire times, only a handful could make a difference, and the Stealer of Fate ranked among them.

They had previously attempted to enlist her, but she vanished without trace, and Oracle's powers confirmed the Yate family's honesty.

Reluctantly, he halted his pursuits, yet now intelligence revealed her comeback.

Moreover, she was likely attending the Fords' wedding, prompting him to attend in person with fellow Golden Moon affiliates.

Aware of her compassionate nature, he believed a handful of persuasive words would sway her easily, securing her partial allegiance.

From there, they'd devise methods to bind her services to the Golden Moon indefinitely. A prodigy like her couldn't fall into rivals' hands.

Once the strategy was set, he concluded the gathering and headed home. After handling some routine duties, he chose to unwind.

Even for beings of their caliber, downtime eased the strain on their minds immensely.

Oracle felt content with how events unfolded lately. Prior to the conflict, his own prowess hadn't reached such heights.

Back then, he deferred to other Golden Moon figures, particularly Sir Giant, but circumstances had shifted dramatically.

He'd acquired a superior new form, and his abilities had soared in the intervening years.

Truth be told, that war had profited him most, despite the lingering dread from that fiend Vritra, who haunted his dreams.

Yet progress marched on positively.

He'd seized the Quartz continent bloodlessly. Fortunately, the empress had simply vanished.

Reclining on his bed, he peered through the window at the raging winds and crackling thunder.

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