Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 611 Visitor

Displaying a grave look on his face, Vritra started revealing every detail he'd discovered from the Divine.

The group of women felt utter astonishment when they learned who was truly responsible for it all.

"Argento? Those filthy pigs—they've stooped to such extremes just to eliminate potential rivals down the line!!" Yasmine spat out in anger, though the sheer ugliness of the world didn't surprise her one bit.

For selfish benefits, folks regularly sink to far more vile depths.

"Yeah, these shifts kicked off right around when their twisted games began; there's no doubt they're connected." Vanessa murmured softly.

"S-So it's been going on that long? We can tag along with you, can't we?" Diana inquired, reacting to the duration left in the ongoing game.

"Absolutely, I couldn't possibly stay calm leaving you all behind like this." Vritra replied, knowing full well that separating from his wives for such an extended period would wreck his mental state.

"Hmm, so when do we set off?" Fiona wondered, prepared to tackle whatever obstacles lay ahead as long as Vritra stood by her side.

"Once you've all fully absorbed the core's power and ascended to the demi-god stage. That's our departure point." He responded firmly.

Teresa absorbed every word of the discussion. Beyond that, she brimmed with joy seeing Vritra fully recovered and in perfect health.

From the instant he stepped into the chamber, her eyes never left him.

She could now lay eyes on him directly, and he appeared even more vibrant than her previous sensory impressions suggested.

"Husband, should we prepare anything special? Would you like me to craft some useful artifacts?" she inquired, her thoughts already buzzing with endless inventive sparks.

"No preparations required—word is, the game resets everyone to the same starting power level. Items from this place won't carry over, not our mana or raw might either."

Vritra explained, laying out the game's brutal challenges for them.

The others had been immersed in it for almost half a year already, putting them at a severe disadvantage jumping in so late.

The risks they faced would undoubtedly tower over what those early players endured.

"We get it, hubby. Once we're in there, we'll stay vigilant and back you up with everything we've got." Yasmine assured him.

A warm smile crossed Vritra's lips; his women, particularly Yasmine and Vanessa, had always been his unwavering pillars of strength.

Without them in his world, he might have surrendered his compassion and grip on reality ages ago.

"I trust you all. Right now, pour your efforts into drawing in the core's energy." He urged, aware of several lingering matters demanding his attention.

"Got it—we'll give it everything." Diana declared with fierce resolve, lamenting that even her elixirs couldn't join them on the journey.

Yet among the women who'd endured Vritra's intense affections through the prior day and night, Diana bore an extra layer of discomfort.

Simple sitting proved challenging for her.

Vritra had focused solely on the goddess's rear entrance this time, flooding both her passages repeatedly.

That's why she fidgeted now and then, those areas still throbbing with oversensitivity.

Before long, they dispersed to individual chambers, channeling all their concentration into powering up.

Only Teresa lingered behind, her body still frail from the ordeal.

Having her fate ripped away had left deeper scars than expected, impacting even her mortal form.

"Husband, will I just drag you down?" Teresa voiced her worry moments later, her eyes fixed on him intently.

Her primary gift lay in forging various treasures, yet that talent appeared useless in the upcoming trial.

Moreover, she lacked the iron will of his other spouses and couldn't bring herself to harm a soul.

Naturally, such doubts gnawed at her.

"Never—you'll never burden me. You're my wife. We lift each other up; there's no need for you to force yourself into anything that troubles you. I'll handle the killing if it comes to that." He reassured her, tenderly stroking her cheek.

"Tsk" A faint noise resonated suddenly within Vritra's mind, as if the empress harbored a twinge of envy.

But that was alright; he intended to surprise her with a special present imminently, one she'd surely adore.

"So banish those pointless worries. Once we're immersed, I'm certain you'll carve out your own vital place."

They conversed a bit more, until drowsiness finally claimed her.

Fortunately, the core's energy continued flowing into her even in slumber.

Vritra drew the covers over her snugly, planted a gentle kiss on her brow, then slipped out of the room.

"Haa, a few loose ends to tie up before departure." Vritra muttered under his breath.

While his wives honed their strengths, certain preparations awaited him.

After securing the residence, he soared into the skies.

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Shitless and Onest had made their way back to the Yate realm; as Vritra's close allies, Gunter had once more provided them with quarters.

Bullo remained there as well, of course.

Not much later, Vritra touched down in the Yate realm, intending to catch up with Gunter and Ava too.

They'd surely caught wind of the wedding chaos by now.

With the eternal frost fully melted away, warmth had returned in force, allowing folks to venture outdoors without issue.

A full day had passed since the strange radiation from Vritra's Golden Moon effect had lifted, rousing everyone from its grip.

As he strode toward Gunter's office, Vritra pondered: 'The Divine Kage still looms large—the higher ranks won't fall easily.'

Coordinated god punishments could spell real havoc if unleashed in numbers, though they no longer posed a lethal threat to him.

Plus, that fishing rod was now in his arsenal.

"Art!! You're back at last—are you alright? I caught the news from the Ford realm; nothing injured you, I hope?" Gunter beamed with joy at the sight of his son.

His booming tone drew his wife from the adjacent space.

In a flash, the pair enveloped him, scanning every inch and pulling him into tight embraces.

"I'm perfectly fine—escaped that mess early on." The sole reason he concealed his true Vritra persona was for their sake.

Otherwise, letting the world in on Art Yates meant little to him.

He simply couldn't bear shattering their hearts, especially Ava's—she might not survive the full revelation.

"That's a relief, son. Steer clear of the Fords from here on; they're nothing but headaches." Gunter advised, curious if Art had sensed the brewing storm.

That's why he'd warned against the trip.

"Yeah, I never cared for them anyway." He replied, offering a faint grin.

"Hungry at all? I'll whip up something tasty just for you." Ava offered eagerly, tugging his arm toward the eating area.

"No need—I've eaten already. Just dropped by to confirm I'm okay and say hi to my buddies." He said, gently halting her.

"Oh yeah, a visitor showed up for you yesterday." Gunter recalled, chiming in.

"Who was it?" Vritra probed with interest.

"Rich from the Ford clan. I mentioned I wasn't sure on your return, but he insisted on sticking around." Gunter answered with a shrug of frustration.

"I can shoo him off if you'd prefer."

"Nah, I'll chat with him." Vritra cut in; he held no grudge against Rich.

Besides Teresa, he stood out as the lone decent soul in that family.

"Where's he at?" Vritra questioned.

"Hmm, last I spotted, he was hanging with your pals—what were their names? The monk guy and Onest." Gunter responded.

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