Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 598 Clean up

Desperation burned in Sir Giant's eyes as he charged forward yet again to rescue Tiny from the ferocious beast.

However, right when he got near, sticky goop clung to his legs once more, yanking him backward and halting him right at the critical instant.

"Aaaaah S- Save me uwaaaa-"

BOOOM!

The identical horror unfolded repeatedly, with her body crushed into pulp beneath the creature's claws, meeting a brutal end.

Sir Giant once more wished for his own death, howling in anguish, while Vritra observed the tragedy with gleeful contentment.

Yet the nightmare persisted, as Tiny begged anew for her father and great grandfather to rescue her.

Sir Giant had no clue what was unfolding and no moment to ponder it, driven solely by the urge to protect her.

Over and over, Tiny met her doom, either swallowed whole or flattened underfoot.

Vritra tormented the elderly man psychologically, and after merely a handful of these ordeals, he appeared far more aged.

"SOB What are you d- doing? Please, I b- beg you, don't harm her. J- Just kill me instead…" Sir Giant implored, witnessing Tiny's death yet again.

"Haha, yes, until now they've all been nothing but illusions, but starting this moment, stay alert.

I won't hold you back anymore, so go ahead and save her if you're able—oh, and remember, any one of those illusions could turn out to be the real thing." He declared before averting his eyes.

Then Sir Giant surged ahead, managing to shield Tiny at the last second, only for the vicious loop to commence anew.

Dread gripped his heart due to Vritra's warning, since any part of this nightmare might prove authentic.

Vritra allowed Sir Giant to persist in his attempts; such retribution sufficed for now, and true to his scheme, he spared their lives.

Gazing upon the Golden Moon, where the majority of its seats lay lifeless, Vritra contemplated his next move.

Quickly, his attention fixed on Big Guy, trembling in the chamber and silently hoping Vritra would overlook him.

"Hey, big guy, how are you holding up?" Vritra vanished in a flash, materializing right in front of the terrified seat.

"V- Vritra? How are you even alive?" he blurted out involuntarily, seeing no value in resistance and thus not attempting any.

"Does that even count?" he replied, just as Fiona materialized.

"Darling, allow me to deal with this trash." Rage boiled within her toward these foes who had wounded Vritra and nearly ended him.

For keeping them apart all that time, had she possessed sufficient power earlier, she would've incinerated the whole Golden Moon long ago.

"Fine, sure, but keep it brief." He agreed, retreating as crimson flames enveloped Fiona's form.

"Naturally, leave this to me." She assured him, then promptly started tormenting the big guy, who pleaded desperately yet couldn't end his own misery.

Vritra scanned the area; a handful of foes remained absent, such as Red and that gluttonous demon.

He intended to eliminate them subsequently; presently, he chose to purge the worthless humans, the current Twilight affiliates.

With a mere finger snap, every Twilight member levitated into the air. Locating them proved simple—they all reeked identically.

"Ahhhhh S- Spare us, we did n- nothing wrong"

"L- Lord Vritra, we're allies!! We're not part of these folks aaaaah"

Terror-stricken yells erupted from them as they lost all bodily command, dragged apart from the masses.

Vritra rolled his eyes; merely being a demon didn't align him with this filth, did it?

"Oh, so you believe we're equals, or that I'm one of you lot?" He yanked the man closer in an instant, his fearsome stare boring straight into the soul.

"A- Aahhhh I didn't mean- uwaaaaaaah" Moments later, his form was hurled aside, the massive beast leaping to seize him like a plaything.

Next, it ripped away his arms and legs, devouring him bit by bit while the victim wailed endlessly.

No compassion stirred in Vritra for such refuse; they had inflicted agony and death on countless innocents.

In their view, other lives meant zilch, chasing false dreams while devastating all around.

Summoning yet another forward, Vritra peered into his gaze and inquired:

"How many lives have you taken in the past?"

"Uh… I- I don't know, SOB please, I'm blameless sir, have mercy… I have a daughter and wife, SOB I'm pleading-"

Vritra shook his head and flung him aside.

"Incorrect response."

At once, the beast snatched him up and started gorging, while inwardly Oracle felt revulsion and shattered, yearning only for it all to cease.

Yet among this crowd, he stood as the one destined for the worst agony, his true suffering scarcely underway.

Vritra hurled numerous others at Oracle; witnessing their ends, the rest began crumbling.

"Which of you has slain the highest number?" Vritra demanded, drawing forth another hovering form.

"I- I please, SOB it was him, he slaughtered the most, SOB mercy, let me live, I swear-"

Vritra acknowledged with a nod, granting him a swift demise before turning to the squad's chief.

Shortly after, he gathered the roughly ten leftover Twilight members; these could serve a purpose down the line.

He cast them aside, rendering speech impossible for them.

Surveying the scene, he noted that everyone except Oracle had faced their due reckoning.

"I suppose it's finally time to begin." Vritra muttered, his eyes settling on the beast still chewing through meat.

Oracle had finished devouring the Twilight members tossed his way.

A snap from Vritra's finger caused the creature's frame to burst, muscles and vessels erupting violently.

Horrific howls echoed through the chamber as Oracle wailed and shrieked in torment, instilling dread in every soul present.

Those agonized cries rang like a symphony to him; he grinned, observing the colossal shape gradually diminish.

Oracle reverted to human shape, appearing utterly frail, his flesh withered and mana nearly depleted.

His mana core lay shattered too, every ounce of power vanished.

"Oracle, what's your condition now?" Vritra grinned, eyeing the wretched form.

Yet the wretch couldn't utter a word, so benevolent Vritra produced a vial of potent healing elixir and poured it atop Oracle's head.

In under a minute, recovery became evident in his body; he glared at Vritra with loathing, terror, hopelessness, and a storm of feelings, utterly powerless.

Above all, profound remorse consumed him—he rued encountering this fiend and opposing him.

Sensing that death itself would be kindness.

"Ah, that's the expression I enjoy; very well, since you've acted properly as my pet, I'll grant you a prize and depart you with something truly special."

Vritra stated, his gentle smile only heightening Oracle's horror.

He longed to implore and demand death, but words failed against this dread infernal being.

From years prior, his aura had grown immensely more intimidating.

Oracle couldn't grasp Vritra's surge in might over so brief a period, nor the method behind it.

Ignoring his inner turmoil, Vritra turned to the Twilight survivors.

Meanwhile, a dire premonition gripped Oracle's core; he beseeched repeatedly for the Divine Kage to arrive and deliver him.

Surely this demon could fall to divine retribution, couldn't he?

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