Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 608 Fishing

In a distant, remote realm,

An individual occupied a pristine white void, encircled by total emptiness, his form cloaked in a garment woven from shimmering light.

Despite bearing a human form, he appeared utterly transcendent.

His flesh radiated a sacred aura, and he projected an overwhelming aura of might.

Across from him, beyond a simple table, appeared a woman. Yet both she and the table were mere projections, not truly existing in this place.

The man gazed upward toward the heavens, lost in thought.

Moments later, a grin spread across his features, and he let out a soft laugh. "You were right," he declared, his eyes shifting back to the blonde woman, her figure hazy and indistinct.

"..." She remained silent, her stare drifting aimlessly skyward.

"Only nine years, and you've come to know him so deeply? Well, since you've claimed victory in yet another wager, I'll honor our agreement," he stated.

"How could I not, when he belongs to me? Now, get on with it—I can't hold out much longer," the woman replied, her detached expression finally turning toward him, her tone laced with urgency.

"Haha, after enduring centuries of waiting, what's a few more years? Still, are you absolutely certain? This path could spell danger even for someone like you," he inquired, a faint smile playing on his lips.

"Yes, danger has never deterred me when it comes to him," she affirmed, her gaze wandering back to the skies.

A fleeting spark of yearning and fixation gleamed in her eyes before her composure returned to its usual stoicism.

"That's... indeed true. From that mighty ability Mutamorphis to every other gift, you've lavished him with chances, acting like a devoted benefactor," he chuckled.

"Divine, this marks the final task for this incarnation of yours. Don't you wish to—" she began, but Divine cut her off.

"It's alright. I'm always watching over my sisters—how could I allow them to perish once more? Though I can't dictate their destinies, I've already contributed plenty," he replied, his attention refocusing on the view of Vritra.

Relief and joy washed over him; he felt confident entrusting his sisters' protection to such a reliable figure.

"Very well, then. I'll take my departure now. Their upcoming voyage will be grand and perilous—ensure they're thoroughly ready," the woman advised, her form starting to fade away.

"Naturally, I wouldn't send my brother-in-law into such a hazardous realm without proper safeguards," Divine murmured.

Soon, solitude enveloped him. Having observed all he needed, the moment had arrived to join the fray.

***

Returning to the Zoratian world, Vritra faced a barrage of inquiries from his spouses.

They were evidently displeased, harboring deep concern for Teresa but even greater worry for Vritra himself. Yasmine felt particularly devastated upon learning he could no longer sire children.

She had strived so earnestly to bear his child, even for her sibling's sake—yet how could she endure such a blow?

"Darling, you must seek a fix right away. I don't give a damn about the world's fate—let it crumble to ashes if it must—but I won't stand for this," Yasmine insisted resolutely.

"Sweetheart, you shouldn't have rushed into such a major choice without weighing the fallout," Vanessa remarked.

"Tch, it's all her doing. I'm going to—" Fiona had just begun to warm to

Teresa as kin, but now her resentment surged anew.

"Enough—it's not her doing at all. The choice was entirely mine," Vritra interjected, halting Fiona as a headache throbbed amid the encircling voices of his wives.

Even Maeve and Yennefer's words echoed relentlessly in his thoughts.

He had no clue how to soothe them all, especially since he'd exhausted his single opportunity to seize fate, leaving no recourse.

Vritra felt utterly lost, but then an unfamiliar voice resonated within his mind.

"Hey, how's everything going?"

It belonged to Divine in person.

Startled at first, Vritra swiftly informed the group he needed a private word with Divine and vanished from their midst.

Materializing high in the distant skies, he finally sensed some relief.

"You jerk, where've you vanished to all this time? I've been summoning you endlessly, you worthless pest," Vritra vented, unleashing his pent-up irritations. "Ah, apologies—I couldn't respond earlier; my reserves were critically depleted. Anyway, it looks like trouble's brewing. Did you end up using that fishing rod from before?" Divine inquired abruptly.

"No, not yet. But first off, you need to assi—" Vritra started, only for Divine to interrupt.

"Huh, why hold back? Give it a shot now, and then we'll discuss. No delays—my energy's running short," Divine urged, fueling Vritra's growing fury.

Yet for the moment, compliance was his only option.

He promptly retrieved the fishing rod and demanded in a frustrated, irate voice: "And now? What good is this thing even supposed to be?"

"Simply handle it like any angler would—aim to reel in a catch," Divine instructed, then quickly appended: "But it requires a watery medium to function. Hmm, why not attempt it in that flowing current within the Null ability?"

"Null?" Vritra hesitated, pondering the idea; yes, activating Null had revealed an infinite river surging endlessly.

[Null Activated.]

Without further queries, he triggered the ability and plunged into the shadowy, well-known void.

One edge featured the rushing waterway, alongside a few other elements scattered about.

Brushing aside the rest, he zeroed in on the river, drawing near to set himself up.

Before, lingering there proved impossible, but as a demigod now, with his grasp of Null perfected at 100%.

No strain or discomfort assailed him.

With scant fishing expertise, he mimicked motions he'd witnessed and cast the hook outward.

The bait plunged straight into the boundless flow, which clearly wasn't ordinary liquid.

He lingered briefly, then sensed a mighty yank; reacting swiftly,

Vritra hauled back with full force.

WHOOSH

A silhouette shot along the line, crashing down rapidly at his side.

Yet upon glimpsing it, Vritra's eyes bulged in astonishment.

For the figure before him was unmistakably his own likeness.

"What... does this signify?" Vritra gaped in confusion; this duplicate was undeniably him.

But it merely stood motionless, devoid of any vitality.

Prior to Divine's response, Vritra experienced an odd quiver.

His frame, innards, skeleton—every cell—began to tremble abruptly, mirroring the duplicate's reaction.

Their forms drew inexorably close and fused into unity. Moments passed, and Vritra's physique steadied; the speckled marks had vanished.

The sightlessness faded, the pilfered strands of fate dissolved, and even the power expended to sustain the ability returned in full. Vritra stood stunned and speechless, as if reborn from scratch.

His attire gleamed freshly donned; the transformation was profound.

Vritra examined the unassuming fishing rod, then his renewed self. This artifact surpassed his wildest hopes, capable of reshaping his affliction, body, and very destiny.

"Divine, what exactly is this artifact?"