Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 600 Bad Revenge

Vritra had barely moved a few steps forward when he sensed an unexpected shift within his dimensional book.

He promptly examined it and felt astonishment upon witnessing the small pill beginning to shatter.

Joy and thrill surged through him immediately, and as he glanced toward his wives, he offered no details, simply stating:

"Take care of things here; I'll return shortly."

Vanessa along with the rest gazed at him in bewilderment, and before anyone could inquire further, Vritra vanished from sight.

"What's going on?" Diana asked the group in puzzlement, and shortly after, everyone's attention turned to Yasmine, the one capable of viewing what Vritra observed or communicating with him mentally.

Moments later, her eyes grew wide with shock as she whispered: "Yennefer is back!!"

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Within the dimensional book, Vritra hurried toward the pill that was now cracking open.

Just a short while later, it fully broke down, releasing a faint strand of energy.

"That's her soul!" Vritra cried out, stunned by its extreme frailty and near-fatal state.

With such minimal power and vitality, she couldn't even awaken and would perish soon without intervention.

Vritra's pulse raced as he retrieved countless vials of soul potions.

Transforming them from liquid into refined energy, he directed it to the soul, allowing it to fortify and mend her essence.

Employing Nihil Anima, Vritra enveloped her soul, enabling the mythic halo to nurture and safeguard it.

He didn't hesitate for an instant, relentlessly channeling additional energy into her soul with urgency.

Gradually, the soul's power grew stronger, and her awareness began to emerge.

Numerous minutes elapsed before Vritra ceased, once her soul's vigor had attained the general rank.

At last, she was secure; he wiped sweat from his brow and drew deep breaths, his heart pounding fiercely.

"Haa, it nearly seems like I've turned into a physician who just completed the toughest and most vital operation."

Yet thanks to his robust build, composure returned swiftly. Then his gaze shifted to the soul, where the outline shone transparently yet unmistakably—it was undoubtedly her!

The stunning and elegant empress remained with eyes shut as her presence intensified steadily.

Vritra lingered in anticipation, a touch of anxiety lingering; this moment addressed his greatest concern, and should she recover fully, his household would at last feel whole… at least temporarily.

Several quiet instants ticked by, the lovely form hovered steadily, her commanding aura persisting even then.

Among his spouses, she displayed the least outward feelings, yet she relished asserting control over him intimately.

After some fraught seconds, her eyelids quivered, and gradually, Yennefer's eyes parted.

Upon opening her azure eyes, she seemed disoriented and bewildered; Vritra simply observed patiently.

Once sharpness filled her gaze once more, she scanned her surroundings with queries forming in her expression.

Eventually, her stare settled on Vritra, surprise evident, and wordlessly, she drifted nearer to him.

"Husband!!" Yennefer attempted to embrace him, but her form merely phased through Vritra's, leaving her perplexed.

Only at that point did she realize her situation; glancing downward, her charming features twisted in confusion.

Her curvaceous and alluring body quivered slightly.

"W-What's going on? Husband?" she directed her gaze upward to Vritra, who now faced her directly.

"Yenni, welcome back…" Vritra grinned, nearly overcome with emotion at reuniting with her, though no tears fell—fortunately.

Otherwise, the crybaby effect would trigger pointlessly.

"Huh? Was I… in a dream? Didn't I perish?" Yennefer lifted her eyes to Vritra, still pondering if this realm was the beyond.

Following her sacrifice to protect Vritra, her physical form had been obliterated, and her soul had barely endured before oblivion overtook her sight.

Yet abruptly, she found herself immersed in an extended and enchanting dream.

In that vision, solely she and Vritra existed, residing isolated on a peak.

As devoted partners, mirroring their existence in that sacred domain. Precisely one year had unfolded within that reverie.

No matter the circumstances, sheer bliss came from sharing time with her deepest love.

Having endured separation once before, she refused to face it again.

"Yenni, this reality is genuine. I am tangible, and you are too." Vritra advanced, extending his hand toward her face, but as a mere soul, she eluded touch.

"I didn't die?" As bewilderment faded, a radiant smile bloomed across her features.

Her spirit brimmed with affection and delight while beholding her spouse. Despair had gripped her, convinced their bond was severed eternally.

Yet relief washed over her knowing his safety.

"Yes, you didn't. Plenty awaits explanation, but let's exit first." Vritra beamed broadly, overwhelmed with elation.

The sovereign of his affections, Yennefer, ignited those familiar sentiments anew, amplified even further.

"…" Yennefer nodded eagerly, yearning intensely to embrace Vritra yet bound by her state.

Harnessing her soul's force like telekinetic might, she clasped Vritra's hand.

She longed to properly greet his—no, their—family and converse extensively with Vritra.

The pair departed the dimensional book and materialized back in the marriage hall; upon arrival, Yennefer marveled at the environment.

Particularly the odd sounds emanating from a specific chamber.

"Ignore that." Vritra swiftly guided her toward his other companions.

At this point, the majority of guests had departed, though a handful from the Ford family lingered.

They occupied themselves with personal matters, oblivious to those around them.

"Yenni is back!" Vritra announced as his women regarded her faintly indistinct shape—after all, it was her soul.

"…" Yennefer mirrored a wide smile while looking at them.

She had encountered Fiona, Vanessa, and Diana previously, and instantly identified Yasmine, though her attention halted on Teresa.

Her grin faded as she turned to Vritra and inquired: "Husband, who is she?"

"Oh uh…" Vritra rubbed his cheek, recalling belatedly her possessive nature.

Initially, she resented his involvement with other women, though she eventually accepted it.

Consequently, she grew rather attached, craving greater shares of his attention and devotion.

Thus, it stood clear she wouldn't welcome news of him wedding yet another without her knowledge.

Complete with a lavish ritual.

Vanessa stifled a laugh, curious about how her son would navigate this.

Yasmine grinned mischievously, tempted to jest but opting against complicating matters for her spouse.

Maeve's absence meant no aid from the demoness for her lord and partner; Yennefer noted the void too, but priorities lay elsewhere.

Diana offered a subtle smile, sensing an entertaining scene unfolding.

Meanwhile, Fiona, ever the responsible partner, stepped in to resolve her husband's dilemma.

She flashed Vritra an encouraging look and said: "Allow me to clarify. She's Teresa Ford, Sir Giant's granddaughter."

With a brief hesitation, she added: "And darling wed her in a magnificent ceremony earlier; she's his seventh wife."

"…" Vritra stared at Fiona in shock and with a hint of treachery, realizing her lingering resentment over lacking her own formal rite.

And she timed her retaliation perfectly.

'I was wrong, revenge isn't fun at all…'

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