Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 609 Argento

"This is a unique treasure that can restore you to your peak condition no matter the extent of your injuries. So, as long as you're not taken out in a single instant kill, dying would be utterly impossible for you." Divine replied, then continued:

"It has a few additional features, such as letting you pilfer items from any inventory, glyph, or other kind of storage. And the most impressive part? You can even reel in others' fates using it. You'll grasp the details better once you start employing it."

"...Oh!" Vritra was genuinely taken aback; this artifact exceeded his wildest anticipations.

He shut down the Null and reentered the actual world, once more sensing the chilly atmosphere.

The illness, the loss of sight, all of it had truly vanished.

Stowing the incredible treasure securely, he inquired gravely: "Alright now, can you explain these spores and the abrupt transformations? What's really happening here?"

"Sigh, where's my gratitude?" Divine remarked in a tone full of mock sorrow.

"What? You still expect thanks? Why not show up here, and I'll deliver one right to you."

With a scowl, Vritra responded, irritation surging within him. He truly yearned to smack him several times over.

This scoundrel had the nerve to provoke him, obviously holding back until Vritra had siphoned away Teresa's cursed fate.

Only at this moment did he finally reply, plainly probing Vritra's limits.

"Alright, alright, I suppose I should express thanks for looking after my sister." Divine chuckled, then quieted down.

A short silence followed, before his grave tone emerged: "And exactly as you suspected, an entity beyond your planet is behind the spores and those bizarre alterations."

"Was it a god? Are they continuing to aim at us?" Vritra recalled how deities had hounded Yasmine and Teresa, yet this assault didn't strike them head-on.

"No, gods wouldn't pull off something like this, not in the open anyway. It came from a different planet." Divine stated solemnly, a rarity for his usual demeanor.

"A different planet? Are they aiming to thin out the rivals early? Is it the world we'll face in our trial?"

Vritra pressed, as a flurry of queries flooded his thoughts, eager for more details.

"Yes, they're definitely seeking to reduce the competition, but it wasn't that world—they lack the capability for such an act. It's a planet that's already advanced to their 3rd Game." Divine explained.

"3rd Game? We haven't even cleared the trial yet, so why interfere? Aren't the later games supposed to stay concealed?" Vritra's scowl intensified, fury building inside him. "They must foresee your victory in the trial and the following three games. Thus, in the fourth, our two planets will clash, so they're sabotaging this one beforehand.

And indeed, such details ought to remain secret, but you know how devious those gods can be. They didn't just leak the intel; they actively aided in stirring chaos for the Zoratian planet, all while keeping their hands clean."

Divine declared, his words laced with seething wrath.

"Sigh, so is there any method to halt this madness? Can't we lodge a complaint or something?" The barrier erected by Teresa offered no lasting fix.

She had fallen sick without direct exposure to a spore, signaling that more ailments would surge in upcoming waves.

"Complain? To who? The gods themselves oversee everything as administrators, and they ignore each other's slip-ups unless they're massively blatant," Divine retorted.

"So we simply bide our time until the trials begin? But by then, most folks will perish, and my loved ones will face grave risks. There has to be another path."

Vritra urged, his rage mounting against the god and that meddling planet fueling the crisis.

"There is one—let's amplify their error into a catastrophic fiasco. Escalate it to the point where the god who backed them faces severe repercussions himself." Divine suggested, his voice turning cold and merciless.

"And what's our approach?" Vritra resolved to pursue this route regardless of the perils, preferring it over passively awaiting the trials and eventual confrontation.

"By infiltrating their 3rd Game, though I must caution you: it'll prove extremely hazardous, particularly for you, since nearly half a year has elapsed since it commenced.

Though all entrants begin on equal footing, the inhabitants, creatures, and everything else will have grown far more powerful by now, while you'll be starting from scratch."

Divine cautioned gravely.

'Half a year? Doesn't that align with when these spores began descending—is it mere chance? Or does their game tie into this whole mess?' Vritra pondered, yet such details held little relevance at present.

"Yes, I'll join their game. Could you share more specifics?" Vritra sensed a measure of calm now, having uncovered the root of the turmoil and learned of a viable counter.

"From a world named Argento, a squad of ten players got dispatched to another planet gripped by the onset of apocalypse.

Their mission boiled down to enduring until the conclusion and eliminating certain designated foes." Divine outlined the basics, then pressed on:

"However, entering at this stage means not only outlasting to the finish but also taking down every one of those ten and ascending to the tower."

"Hmm, got it. How much longer does this game run, and must I venture solo?" He inquired, the deeper his insight, the stronger his position.

"It was set for three years originally, with six months already gone. And no, it's entirely up to you if you bring companions—up to ten at most.

Bear in mind, you'll be absent for nearly a full year." Divine responded, maintaining his earnest tone throughout their exchange.

Vritra mulled it over; escorting his wives would expose them to peril, but abandoning them here for a year felt unbearable.

He'd rest easier with them by his side, so he swiftly decided.

"Fine, so when do we depart?" Vritra questioned, resolve gleaming in his gaze. If they dared to toy with him, he'd turn the tables in their own arena—quite literally this time.

"Anytime you're prepared, but make haste. There are additional details you need, though I'll cover them right before you set off." Divine advised.

"Understood. Once everyone's attained demi-god rank, we'll head out!" Vritra affirmed, reflecting on Divine's earlier statements.

It appeared their present power levels might reset upon entry, with all participants rebooting from the baseline.

After a bit more back-and-forth, their discussion wrapped up, Divine falling quiet as Vritra soared homeward.

Elation and fury churned within him in equal measure.

The instant he stepped into the shadowed abode, his wives swarmed him, launching into a barrage of grievances.

"Hold on, hold on—see, I'm completely recovered now. No more illness, no blindness, no cursed fortune..." Then, glancing at Yasmine, he appended: "And I can father a child."

Yasmine and the rest of his wives eyed him dubiously: "You're not just claiming that to shield Teresa, are you?"

Vritra rolled his eyes, exasperated by their over-the-top skepticism.

"Of course not; I'd never fabricate something like this." He asserted, his face radiating sincerity.

"Truly?" Yasmine squinted suspiciously, unconvinced and suspecting he was merely safeguarding her sibling.

"You can be honest with us; we'll stand by you regardless." She pressed, obviously gauging his resolve.

"Alright, proof is what you want? Then let's keep at it until I've gotten you pregnant." Vritra scooped Yasmine up abruptly and strode into a nearby chamber.

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