Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 591 The Great Change

A spectacular occasion unfolded across the Ford realm, with decorations elevating the entire area to new heights of splendor.

This setup outshone Teresa's earlier wedding by at least ten or even twenty times; the previous one had been hastily arranged, but now they poured out vast sums without restraint.

Moreover, the Ford realm had expanded lately, absorbing two of the mightiest families into its fold.

Though Teresa's departure posed challenges, the leftovers from her treasures kept things thriving for them.

Regardless of the harsh weather, crowds of people streamed in endlessly, each one struck with wonder at the elaborate setups.

Thousands had already assembled, sensing that this union would prove far from commonplace.

Plenty showed up specifically, drawn by the excitement of the Ford family's last matrimonial affair.

Even larger numbers arrived on account of Teresa, certain she wouldn't miss it.

The whole Ford family hustled about, as Sir Giant prepared for one final push to reclaim Teresa.

He now regretted even allowing Vritra near her, yet he wavered too, seeing her joy with him and unwilling to tear them apart.

All he wished was for the pair to settle down there permanently.

The Golden Moon faction made their entrance too, bringing the six key figures along with numerous other members.

Curiously, the intimidating head, Oracle, suffered from a persistent cough and moved with an odd limp for unclear reasons.

Yet he carried himself as if no one present outranked him in the slightest.

Nearly every major group attended, including shadowy ones—some lurking in secrecy, others parading with phony virtuous fronts.

Everyone clustered in a vast open space, shielded by an unseen barrier that blocked the falling snow and spores overhead, enhancing the scene's allure.

However, the stars of the day's ceremony hadn't shown up yet—not the couple tying the knot, but a different set of arrivals.

Over at the House of Darkness, Vritra slipped into a sleek black ensemble that suited him perfectly.

Meeting his future in-laws demanded he present himself sharply, after all.

He lingered outside Maeve's chamber, pondering if her transformation would wrap up before they left.

They were set to depart, but the demoness remained secluded within; even accounting for the time gap, this phase dragged on longer than expected.

After a brief pause, he chose to reach out to her through their mental link.

Following several attempts, he finally connected telepathically.

'Foxie, are you coming out anytime soon? The moment has arrived—we're off to the wedding shortly.' Vritra messaged, and a dejected tone echoed back in his thoughts.

"Master, it looks like this needs more time; I… won't be able to join you." Maeve replied, her heart aching at the missed chance to strike down foes personally.

'No worries, concentrate on your evolution—that takes priority.' he assured her, since Oracle and his ilk meant nothing in their world.

And by day's end, they'd be wiped from existence.

"Yes, master—give them extra punishment on my behalf, and capture every bit on record; I'll watch it afterward." Maeve urged.

'Sure thing, we'll return before long.' Vritra chatted with her a while longer, then proceeded to the adjacent chamber.

There, his other spouses waited, clad in cozy winter garb that concealed their figures yet failed to dim their stunning appeal.

His eyes shifted across Fiona, Diana, Vanessa, Teresa, before settling on Yasmine.

"Every one of you looks stunning—it's tempting to scrap the rest of our scheme." He remarked with a grin, prompting the five ladies to rise and approach him.

"No such luck; we've got some swine to carve up—can't allow them another day of ease." Yasmine countered, smoothing Vritra's attire with care while tracing her fingers over his torso.

"Should I…?" Teresa glanced at Vritra, clutching her veil.

"No need—you can skip that. I'll cast an illusion to hide you from view, or Diana could manage it just as well." Vritra suggested, directing his look toward the divine woman.

Diana had acquired her own halo by now; weaker than a mythic one, it had still strengthened considerably.

Handling a basic concealment posed no issue for her.

"Absolutely, I've got it covered, my love." Diana affirmed.

"Darling, time to head out." Vanessa beamed, eager to exact vengeance on those who harmed her boy.

Though no Yate kin joined, Gunter had provided a pair of transports: one for Vritra and his companions.

The second hauled presents—Onest and Shitless included.

Thus, they set off for the celebration site together.

The atmosphere inside the vehicle felt upbeat overall; with Yennefer still confined, nothing major disrupted things, and all appeared to progress smoothly.

Locating Jack would resolve yet another loose end.

From reports, though, he'd simply vanished without a trace since.

Vritra searched everywhere but came up empty, left with no choice but to bide his time.

Keeping that werewolf fellow nearby might have helped, but his demise rendered such thoughts useless.

The duo of crafts soared swiftly amid the thick blizzard, enveloped in protective fields that left them untouched.

It wasn't long before the melodies reached their ears from miles off, and the glowing beacons lit up the Ford realm's gateway.

'They've spared no effort here.' Vritra mused, glancing at Teresa beside him, her features betraying no feeling.

Evidently, Ford family ties no longer stirred her; Vritra welcomed that shift and, out of consideration for her, opted against wiping them out.

As the transports neared the entryway, they descended closer to the earth, parting the snow beneath slightly.

At that instant, a weary dragonfly, faltering in the flurry, drifted downward toward the surface.

It touched down on the drifts, on the brink of perishing; countless bugs and beasts had succumbed to the cold already.

But suddenly, a parasitic bloom snapped shut around the bug, the plant itself hanging by a thread.

The dragonfly thrashed feebly to break free yet lacked the vigor, soon going limp and edging nearer to oblivion.

In the quiet, minuscule spores kept drifting down, blanketing the terrain.

Then, an imperceptible surge raced across the globe in a flash, undetectable and unfelt—even by Vritra as it swept past.

Those minute spores started mutating into bizarre shapes.

Dozens of them had already infiltrated the plant.

Abruptly, the parasitic flora hummed and its jaws pried apart, unleashing a swarm of hundreds of altered tiny dragonflies.

Once airborne, the dragonflies merged back into a massive form before darting off into the horizon.

The flora below thrummed and contorted too, ballooning in scale with tendrils unfurling everywhere; vibrant vitality surged through it suddenly.

In a heartbeat, the area rang with deafening cries and howls from myriad beings.

A massive upheaval ignited throughout the world, set to impact every form of life.

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