Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 596 A Disgusting Monster

Gradually, the shadows lifted throughout the hall while all the attendees remained rooted in place, their stares locked firmly on one solitary form.

Disbelief gripped every soul present; how could a figure long dead for more than three years suddenly return?

'No, no, this can't be happening, it must be a cruel prank, a terrifying nightmare!! Am I still trapped in sleep from that horrifying dream last night?'

Oracle longed to strike his own cheek, yet terror paralyzed him, rendering even the slightest twitch impossible.

"…" Vritra's eyes scanned the full expanse of the hall, capturing the stunned expressions etched on every face.

From Sir Giant and Oracle to Kryn, and even the Twilight members.

The guests' whispers had abruptly fallen quiet, though the melody persisted in the air, heightening the eerie atmosphere of the moment.

"It's a pleasure to see you all again; I trust I haven't faded from your memories." Vritra at last broke the silence, his subtle grin on that striking visage stirring unease in the hearts of those around.

"But first…" his gaze roamed the room, as though seeking out a particular individual.

A woman who had stayed out of sight ever since his entrance at this ceremony, until he spotted her tucked away in a secluded spot.

The vile Sakshi herself, mother to Tiny and bearer of a foul-tongued nature.

Rich had ensured her absence to prevent any disruption to the event, dispatching her prematurely.

A small dust orb materialized abruptly before him, and in an instant, before Sakshi could comprehend the assault, it collided squarely with her features.

BANG

Her nasal bridge warped on impact, hurling her rearward as she puzzled over becoming the initial target.

"In any case," Vritra pivoted casually, acting as if the incident never occurred, and fixed his attention directly on Sir Giant.

"Shall we address some outstanding matters?" As Vritra uttered the words, a tremor coursed through Sir Giant. His whole kin was assembled here, and his strength had dwindled far below what it was during the conflict years prior.

Recalling the terror inflicted by that fiend, he realized that if this truly was Vritra, then all those present would meet their end alongside him.

"V- V- Vritra?!!" Jack gaped in utter astonishment, a profound dread surging within his chest.

"This can't be happening, Vritra perished long ago. Who are you, and why attempt to mimic him?" Oracle shook off his daze at last, allowing tension to ease from his frame.

"Is that the case?" Vritra's focus snapped over abruptly, his form vanishing in a blink to reappear directly before Oracle.

"Does it seem so impossible to accept?" As he questioned, he gave Oracle's shoulder a gentle tap, though a subtle strand of power slipped into the man's frame.

Sir Giant observed him intently; despite the years that had elapsed, not a single instant from that battle had escaped his recollection.

And detecting that aura, it unmistakably belonged to Vritra.

"H- How have you returned? Weren't you slain ages ago?" Despite the terror churning inside, Sir Giant couldn't restrain the query.

Aware that they held no hope against this nightmarish being, he understood their odds of enduring were nonexistent.

Yet his sole desire was to usher his family to safety.

Gazing upon Rich, Tiny, Shen, and ultimately Teresa, he resolved to evacuate them all, no matter the price.

'Where has Art vanished to? I must shield him as well.' The thought crossed his mind; regardless of their past tensions, Art remained his grandson-in-law.

How could he permit such a fate to befall him in this venue?

"For that, I owe gratitude to my loyal ally, Oracle. Though he staged an elaborate performance for your benefit, he has always stood with me from the start."

Vritra declared, drawing every eye toward the stunned Oracle.

No one among the assembly dared utter a word or stir, uncertain if they could even outlast this ordeal.

Well-versed in the devastation wrought upon the land during that distant era, despair already consumed them.

The officiant atop the platform lamented his misfortune; he never should have attended under any circumstances.

Initially, he had declined the invitation, but the lavish compensation had swayed him in the end.

His avarice had led him straight to doom, and he now rued ignoring his vows to renounce material temptations as a holy servant.

"What falsehoods are you sp- spouting? When have I ever aided you?" Oracle bellowed without delay, desperately seeking an exit from the chaos.

"Haha, such a skilled performer, aren't you? But the charade ends now; why not reveal your authentic nature to them all?" Vritra remarked before darting aside, crossing his arms in poised anticipation.

'What is he implying?' Sir Giant and the rest regarded Oracle with suspicion, still reeling from the abrupt reemergence of a supposed corpse.

"Halt! Don't you-" Yet mid-sentence, a wrenching sensation twisted deep within Oracle's core.

Blackened blood erupted from his lips in heavy spurts, while agonizing torment ravaged him as each bone fractured and his skin tore apart.

Beneath the horrified stares of the onlookers, Oracle's form began to warp, morphing into a hellish silhouette as shadowy essence oozed from his being.

A shrill, deafening wail echoed through the space, forcing the crowd to clamp hands over ears and retreat in panic.

"H- How is this possible? Oracle has been a demon from the beginning?!!"

The assembly endured a second jolt of horror that day; their guardian revealed as the foe himself?

What doom loomed for them if their very defender proved demonic?

Even those from Golden Moon, the remaining five seats, and further allies appeared petrified, hastily distancing themselves from the monstrous horror.

Upon reaching a towering stature exceeding ten feet, Oracle's metamorphosis at last concluded.

His crimson sinews swelled grotesquely, with vascular lines rupturing endlessly; this shift had been imposed upon him against his will.

Naturally, it stemmed from the substance Vritra had forced upon him moments before.

"Excellent, cast aside your fears now. Unleash your fury, Demon Oracle." Vritra laughed lightly, watching as Oracle howled in unrelenting agony.

An overwhelming craving gnawed at him, evoking the sensation of impending demise with myriad vermin devouring him internally.

At this juncture, Oracle's physique surged with raw might, extracting every ounce of his latent strength and vitality.

Once the change subsided, it would all dissipate.

His eyes darted across the room, swiftly fastening on one particular figure.

With a forceful stamp against the floor, he leaped forth, seizing and sinking teeth into the target before any defense could form.

Amid the cries of terror, the rending of tissue and snapping of skeletal structure resounded; this victim was none other than Kryn.

Indeed, he had only recently occupied a mortal vessel, and with his outer layer shattered, his essence neared release.

Yet Vritra sought not mere bodily torment, but psychological ruin as well.

To shatter his standing and recast him as a flesh-devouring abomination.

Unseen in the gloom, a shadow flickered as Hellmancer swiftly hauled Kryn from the fray, leaving the unfortunate no recourse.

Rather than grant swift death, Hellmancer subjected him to barbaric cruelties.

After all, he too had played a role in the strife of those bygone days.

Following prolonged anguish, consumption would follow.

Elsewhere, the gathering watched in stunned horror as Oracle devolved into a devourer of men, prompting a frantic exodus.

Oracle bore the heaviest burden, of course, not just the searing bodily torment.

But the revulsion and psychological scars as well, witnessing the shift in eyes from those who once held him in awe and trepidation to outright loathing.

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