Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 599 Love Room

Oracle stared at the doorway, given the Divine Kage's prowess, they had to have detected Vritra's arrival already.

If they managed to show up, a shot at survival remained possible.

"Boys, come here." Vritra beckoned, causing the ten Twilight members' bodies to drift over to him.

With his innate hypnosis now vastly strengthened, he issued the order: "We need to send this good pet away happily and filled, can't let him die empty-handed and empty-stomached."

"W-What?" The group's leader felt equal horror as their bodies gradually touched down on the floor.

"Since this is a wedding, there should be some romance in the air." Vritra's grin spread wider, sending chills through the eleven men.

On the floor, Oracle twisted and begged nonstop. He realized his grave error, his desire to beg forgiveness coming far too late.

Without dragging out the tension, Vritra declared: "Alright, go take him inside and fuck him to death."

His words hit like a thunderbolt, draining color from all eleven faces, Oracle's paling the most.

Merely picturing such an act filled him with shame. He longed for death yet lacked the power, unable even to twitch.

The Twilight members yearned to plead too, but their limbs acted on their own, carrying them toward the wretched Oracle.

All ten boasted massive, robust frames, retaining their complete vigor unlike Oracle.

Terror gripped everyone in the hall as they observed the ten men hauling Golden Moon's leader into a chamber.

Soon, intensified cries echoed from within, mingled with rips of fabric, crashes of items, and sharp smacks.

Disgust and fear twisted the features of everyone present, visions of ten hulking figures assaulting Oracle prompting waves of nausea.

The area now rang with Oracle's stifled howls, assorted bangs, and Sir Giant's roars.

Vritra lingered in place, savoring how sweet revenge truly tasted.

At that instant, his eyes flicked skyward, spotting multiple silhouettes speeding in.

Naturally, these were the Divine Kage arrivals, at last making their entrance.

He gauged their power levels and sighed in letdown, none ranking below fifty.

The moment the two dozen or so touched down, an invisible force slammed them flat, tearing skin and snapping bones.

Robotic chants escaped their lips in varied phrases, yet they remained utterly powerless, dread beginning to seep in.

"Divine Kage, you lot act so boldly. Why not join the special bride's intimate festivities? Head in and partake with the others. Go on, fuck each other to death."

In the blink of an eye, their forms lurched forward independently, pulling them into the chamber too.

Before much time passed, fresh uproars burst forth from the space.

Not long after, Sir Giant blacked out, unable to withstand the relentless agony any longer. Thus, Vritra called it quits, deeming this sufficient punishment. He chose to spare the family now, save for that one woman.

His gaze shifted to the corner, where she had stirred awake and propped herself upright.

With a head shake, he lifted her into the air amid her shrill shrieks, then hurled her off into the far horizon.

She thrashed wildly, her terrified yells piercing the air, until she vanished from sight.

"Haa, now the only thing remaining is for them to turn on each other—these folks are savage and ravenous." Vritra let out a laugh while the chaotic din from the room assaulted his ears.

He felt revulsion himself and blocked out the sounds, refusing to glimpse even a hint of the horror within.

"DIEEEEEE!! YOU ALL DIE!!" A sudden bellow shattered the calm, jolting those who had begun to unwind.

Vritra turned in astonishment, quickly recognizing a known face.

"None of you deserve to live, I am going to obliterate everyone who killed her." The man bellowed.

It turned out to be Han Gratt, the secret admirer of Yennefer, who had vanished post-battle as well.

'Oh, what brings him here?' Vritra pondered, holding back for the moment to observe the deranged figure.

Han's eyes burned red, his locks disheveled, signs he had truly snapped.

"I am going to blast you all to pieces." He roared with insane glee.

For ages, he had scoured every corner for Yennefer, yet clues eluded him completely.

Ultimately, just one grim possibility lingered: he grasped she could be gone for good, lost eternally.

For her sake alone, he had trailed that emperor, content to aid Yennefer from afar even without her reciprocation.

But with her vanished, rage demanded the demise of all war participants.

He had hunted methods to strike them down, his own might falling short, so he seized this opening.

With this crowd assembled, he aimed to shatter them using his stockpiled artifacts.

"Hello there, long time no see, Han." Vritra rose into the air, his infernal presence radiating lethal menace.

"H-Huh? Vritra, is that you? How are you, weren't you dead? Wha-Huh?" Han gaped in genuine disbelief, eyes bulging.

Shaking it off, he demanded frantically: "Yennefer, where is she?!!"

"…She is alive and with me, just leave and start a new life." Vritra replied, harboring no ill will toward him.

During the conflict, Han had indeed battled on their behalf due to Yennefer.

"She is alive?!! Really? Where is she? I want to see her once." Han pressed right away, elation flooding him enough to grant lasting peace.

"Sigh, because of current circumstances, she can't meet you. Anyway, do you wanna join?" Vritra smirked, gesturing at the distant chamber.

Though Yennefer had returned, Vritra wouldn't tolerate Han approaching her.

Past acquaintance or not, with her now his own and Vritra's jealous streak, allowing Han close was out of the question.

Han blinked in confusion, tuning into the bizarre clamor from the room.

His brow furrowed as he probed with his senses, only for his complexion to drain and bile to rise in his throat.

An obscene frenzy unfolded inside among countless men, the sight utterly repulsive and vile.

"N-No, but is Yennefer really back?" Han could focus on nothing else amid the bewilderment.

"Yes, she is alive. With me here, you don't have to worry or even think about her. Now leave." Vritra stated, his gaze sharpening.

Han hesitated longer, questions bubbling unspoken, but ultimately dipped his head and pivoted away.

"By the way, here, I planned to use this to blow up this realm." Prior to departing, Han tossed a rune at Vritra and then vanished.

Vritra hovered silently for a few minutes before descending to earth.

He refrained from interrupting the room's occupants, permitting the guests to exit first—they'd circulate tales of Oracle, boosting his notoriety further.

As Vritra strolled toward his wives, a subtle twinge hit him, followed by the small pill fragment in his storage shattering.

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