Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 597 Cannibal

The revolting flavor of human meat overwhelmed Oracle's mouth, with guts and organs dangling from his jaws.

A horrifying sight unfolded, yet even amid the horror and fear, Oracle had lost all command over his own form.

As he tore into one victim, he leaped without delay at another guest, seizing him despite the fierce struggles.

Realizing for some odd reason that flight from the chamber was out of the question, numerous attendees started unleashing strikes.

Assaults struck Oracle harder, amplifying his cries, since his protections had dropped to nothing, like his skin was peeled off, letting blows slam straight into his raw muscles and raw nerves.

With a bellow, he smashed another's skull, devouring the meat and brain bits.

Intense revulsion surged through Oracle; he yearned to rip his own jaws apart—he was truly resorting to cannibalism.

Filled with terror, Sir Giant responded swiftly, joining fellow Ford allies in unleashing a barrage of assaults right away.

Vritra remained in place, grinning as he observed the chaos unfold.

Slaying them personally would lack thrill, but he savored their terror, the hopelessness, and the bewilderment.

Transforming Oracle into this flesh-devouring beast proved an utterly brilliant scheme.

Naturally, he wouldn't permit that beast to consume all present; it targeted only those he intended to eliminate.

All at once, as it gnawed on a pair of men, the creature sprang before Jack.

"W- Wha-?" The youthful champion stumbled backward and wet himself on the spot, his power far too feeble. He longed to flee yet found himself frozen.

Right then, spatial forces started to warp nearby, as though ready to draw him inside.

'Oh, his destiny is attempting to rescue him—it's genuinely useful.' Vritra mused, considering how the world itself shielded him until Jack felled a demon lord.

Yet Vritra couldn't simply let him slip away; in an instant, he hurled Jack into the dimensional tome.

The massive beast merely slammed its fist into the floor, striking empty air.

Noticing its target vanished, Oracle let out a frenzied roar, desperately fighting inside to halt his actions, his thoughts in total disarray.

This surpassed any night terror; he lacked control over his movements but sensed every sensation vividly.

"Oracle, you bastard, stop right now!!" Sir Giant bellowed, yet regardless of the strikes battering his frame, wounds healed at once after each impact.

Sir Giant scanned about in alarm, then yelled to Shen: "Grab Rich, Tiny, and Teresa—get out! I'll attempt to stall them if I can. Have you spotted Art?"

"No, I haven't, but h- how could I just—" Shen refused to abandon his grandfather, torn in utter conflict.

"That's a command—evacuate with them or our whole clan perishes. Move!!" Sir Giant barked in fury, as every second edged them nearer to doom.

ROOOAAARRRRRRRRRRR

In a flash, Oracle lunged at Sir Giant with a powerful blow.

BOOOM

The elder's form flew back at once, crashing hard against the floor.

Shen clenched his jaw, yet soon pivoted and headed for Tiny.

He peered about but failed to locate Rich too, as his spouse slumped in a corner like a lifeless heap.

Shielding the rest came first, so he ignored her temporarily, dashing swiftly to the platform.

Tiny and Jean stood rigid with shock on the dais next to the cleric.

"H- Hurry up, p- protect me! You worthless slave, why are you s- standing there dazed?!!" Tiny yelled, leaping to smack Jean across the cheek.

Anger surged through Jean, snapping him from his stupor. Indeed, for all the esteem others held for him, he remained merely Tiny's servant.

A spouse trailing her like a loyal hound, alongside her numerous other thralls.

With demise looming so near, though, he snapped; he booted the Tiny woman aside, yelling: "You filthy wench, perish with your harlot mom—damn it!"

He retreated fast upon spotting the enormous meaty horror leaping toward the platform.

"Uwaaaaaah" The cleric shrieked and bolted off.

Fear gripped Sir Giant and Shen as they beheld the colossal abomination charging at Tiny.

They cried out and surged ahead, with Shen reaching first only for the beast to swat him aside.

Sir Giant gathered all his power in a frantic dash forward, sacrificing even his vital essence.

He mustered his mightiest strike possible and directed it at the meaty fiend.

Yet right before nearing Tiny, a tendril ensnared his ankles and yanked him backward harshly, slamming his visage into the ground.

He struggled to escape, but the viscous dark goo adhered to his legs, rendering movement impossible.

He whipped his head around in haste and caught Vritra's broad grin, triggering a vivid memory at once.

Earlier, as Vritra had charged to rescue who he believed was his parent, Sir Giant had ultimately blocked him.

He had sensed that frantic bid and resistance back then, but only now grasped the agony of reversal.

Remorse and agony overwhelmed his chest; he faced Tiny and could merely howl, gazing in hopeless anguish as the abomination lifted its foot.

"Nooooooooo stop stop Oracle, Vritra I beg you stop—" he wailed while tears poured down his cheeks.

"S- Save me SOB helpppp fatherrrr great grandpa, save me I don't want to die aaaaaahh—" Tiny wailed in agony as the grotesque beast drew perilously near.

BOOOOOM!!

Yet the instant after, a thunderous blast echoed, and chunks of meat and bone scattered everywhere, silencing Tiny's desperate cries abruptly.

Shen and Sir Giant felt their cores torn away, their frames collapsing weakly, crimson gazes fixed in emptiness.

When Oracle lifted his foot, shreds of flesh and innards clung and dangled. Ignoring it, he barreled toward the Golden Moon followers, gobbling them down.

"End me, just end me—I c- couldn't shield her, my sweet buttercup SOB aaaaaah" Sir Giant howled in torment before blacking out from the overwhelming emotional agony.

Far off, Shen endured a parallel torment, tears carving down his face as he crumpled powerlessly.

Still, he forced himself upright; his boy and sibling required rescue.

"Excellent, excellent, elder—rouse yourself, enjoy the show?" Vritra chuckled, relishing the spectacle.

Thanks to Teresa, he'd chosen mercy for them, leaving Tiny unscathed.

Vritra appeared before Sir Giant and splashed scalding liquid across his form, scorching at utmost heat.

It jolted him awake immediately.

"Uwaaaah" Sir Giant howled, eyes veins bulging, as if craving death.

"G- Great Grandpa, h- help meeeeee" Abruptly, Tiny's cry echoed once more.

Shocked, Sir Giant glanced urgently at the stage, where she indeed remained upright in her bridal gown.

"H- How is this possible? T- Tiny…?" Sir Giant grasped nothing, but Vritra's laughter dispelled his confusion.

"Ah, that earlier bit was mere mirage—go, rush and rescue her. She's truly on the brink now." As he spoke, he lifted the sludge's binds.

At last, Sir Giant could stir. Joy and terror mingled within him.

This round, he vowed to protect her without fail.

'Haha, this is pure delight—wonder how much more he endures.' Vritra reveled in the affair.

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