Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 590 Drink It!!

[A/N: Don't read while eating.]

Beyond the window, thunder roared as lightning streaked through the fierce blizzard and downpour for a fleeting instant.

Conditions outside appeared to be deteriorating further.

'Teresa must surely have a way to handle this, and if not, we'll simply evacuate a handful of key individuals.' Oracle mused, since to him, the fates of common folk paled in comparison to those of elite leaders.

Moments later, he shut his eyes, lying solitary on his mattress.

Oracle had never allowed anyone close enough to share his bed, always shunning women from it.

The next day promised even greater prospects, as he'd at last acquire a formidable artifact.

Amidst his wandering thoughts on various matters, sleep overtook him swiftly.

Hours slipped by unnoticed, and despite the raging tempest beyond, his slumber remained undisturbed and serene.

THUNDERRRR

Abruptly, a bolt of lightning crashed outside, casting silhouettes of three dark forms against the wall.

These intruders concealed their faces behind fabric, their hands sheathed in gloves as well.

Oracle remained asleep, oblivious to their arrival; had he detected them, terror would have gripped him at the sight of the trio looming like specters around his bed.

The atmosphere hung utterly spine-tingling.

One figure perched on the edge of the bed near Oracle's headrest, then lightly tapped his face while whispering gently: "Wakey wakey, daddy is here."

Oracle's face twisted in discomfort, his nostrils flaring, before his lashes trembled and his eyes gradually parted.

"Aww, are you up?" the bed-sitter cooed, stroking Oracle's hair tenderly.

For a brief second, Oracle seemed lost, but shock jolted him awake; he gaped at the shadowy intruder and then detected the presence of the other pair.

Strangely, their features stayed hidden from view, and even his perceptions yielded no details whatsoever.

He went rigid, fixating on the hand petting him, catching only a shiny bald pate in sight. All three apparitions masked their visages completely.

"Who-"

Yet in an instant, that stroking hand seized his locks viciously, jerking his skull rearward with brutal force.

Snapping back to reality, fury surged through Oracle. He attempted to rise, but the remaining duo sprang into action right then.

Vritra, positioned to the right, gripped one arm firmly while pressing his palm against Oracle's torso, as Onest secured the opposite limb.

"Bahahaha, open wide, we've got some choco for you, say aah~" Shitless cackled wildly, shoving his digits past Oracle's lips.

With a booming guffaw, he wrenched the jaw apart, nearly dislocating it in the process.

"Take this, you scum, I whipped it up myself so don't you dare spill a bit, hahahaha." Onest bellowed with equal madness.

Right away, he withdrew the vial and inverted it, though the liquid held back momentarily thanks to Vritra's intervention.

BANG

Onest rammed the bottle's mouth into Oracle's gaping maw with savage power just as the monk withdrew his grip.

The formidable Golden Moon chief thrashed and contorted atop the sheets like a stranded fish, fighting desperately yet failing to escape.

His mana churned chaotically, rendering it useless; in that instant, he lay utterly helpless.

"POUR IT!! Empty it all!! Flood this bastard!!" Vritra growled, restraining his urge to slaughter the swine outright.

The trio howled like demons. Onest didn't hesitate, hoisting his right arm high before slamming it down on the container's base with full force.

BANG

The vessel plunged further into his throat, splitting the edges of his mouth slightly while its end jabbed straight at his windpipe.

"Ooooogh oobbbb iiieeeee"

Oracle strained to yell, eyes bulging in fury, utterly baffled by the abrupt assault.

Then the bottle's foul contents surged forth, and Oracle's gaze flipped upward as he battled to block the vile substance from descending.

But Shitless delivered a sudden blow to his gut, shattering his resistance briefly.

"MUAHAHAHA, swallow it all. I mixed in my special piss just for you, and oh yeah…" Shitless taunted as the noxious brew kept pouring relentlessly.

Oracle's orbs nearly burst from their sockets, revulsion overwhelming him, yet he couldn't halt the torrent cascading into him.

It overflowed his mouth, the flavor so repulsive that even a lord-tier like him teetered on unconsciousness. Chunks floated within the mess too, and upon hearing the revelation, Oracle retched it up—only for it to be forced back inside.

"You worthless trash, enjoy that?" Onest roared, compressing the flask to shove more sludge inward.

Oracle wailed and writhed, the concoction scorching his insides with its horror. It proved intolerably repulsive.

Vritra, Onest, and Shitless ensured Oracle guzzled every final bit, withdrawing the bottle solely after he'd consumed it entirely.

Strength utterly fled Oracle. He hacked violently and shuddered nonstop, the chamber reeking foully. Fortunately, their masks shielded them.

"Kekekeke, savor that? Lucky dog, tasting such a treat. You're purified from within now—bide your time till hell claims you." Shitless jeered.

Gazing upon Oracle's shattered form with glee, the three savored the moment. Vritra glanced their way and declared: "Time to leave; that'll do for tonight."

In a stupor, Oracle gawked at the overhead ceiling and the vanishing shades. Events had unfolded so rapidly, leaving him clueless.

As the trio began departing, the bald one whirled back and leaped high.

Monk Shitless had honed his skills diligently lately. Beyond his shaved scalp, he'd toughened his knuckles, knees, and select other areas.

CRACK

He vaulted upward and drove a knee straight into Oracle's groin, prompting the Golden Moon head to hack once more before blackness engulfed him.

…

Time elapsed, and Oracle jolted awake in alarm. Scanning the room, he spotted no traces of intruders.

"W- What in the world? Just another bad dream?" Sweat soaked him through, and peering out, he noted dawn had broken.

Relief washed over him at the notion of a mere nightmare, but a cough wracked him, expelling a small fragment.

"H- Huh? Did I swallow something odd by mistake?" He discarded it, convinced it stemmed from the illusion.

Rising then, he prepared for the impending ceremony.

***

Earlier, post their exit from Oracle's dwelling, the three soared off, unable to suppress their mirth.

Satisfaction brimmed intensely. Shitless beamed most of all, reveling in such chaotic antics.

Vritra then summoned a gateway, dispatching the pair ahead while he lingered in a desolate spot.

Flakes of snow and drifting spores tumbled toward him yet veered away from his form.

He reflected deeply, attempting to locate Knight's aura, though the formidable warrior evidently required additional moments.

Next, he retrieved the angling pole from storage—a relic from Zihong's possessions, untested until now.

"Divine?" Vritra summoned, receiving silence once more, which only fueled his annoyance.

Responses came solely when it suited that enigmatic entity's whims, ignoring Vritra's queries otherwise.

Abandoning hopes of aid from the unreliable presence, Vritra experimented with the rod. It couldn't possibly be ordinary.

Yet despite every effort, no extraordinary effects manifested.

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