Jin_moon

Every hero starts with power. He started with dust.

One moment, the classroom buzzed with teenage chatter. The next, silence fell. Students blinked—and opened their eyes in an ancient hall carved from gold and marble. The air shimmered with divine magic. And at its center stood a goddess—flawless, proud, unbelievably beautiful and wrapped in flowing white.

It was a divine summoning performed by a divine goddess.

Among them was Vritra… and his stunningly beautiful mother.

While others received blessings, powerful physiques and grand titles, Vritra was given a skill so pathetic it made even the goddess wrinkle her nose. An ability—so pitifully weak that it drew laughter, scorn, and even disgust. But that wasn't the worst part.

Betrayed and cornered inside the labyrinth, Vritra had two choices: die… or fall into the death trap.

A death canopy with no exit and no chance of survival, the only option was to slaughter the demons endlessly for months.

Finally!! He forced his dormant skill to awaken, after killing thousands and hundreds of thousands demons and devouring them, becoming a broken ability.

A dragon? A demon? What am I exactly?

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White robes. Cold arrogance
A sinful revenge. 
White robes can stain. And in the dark, even divinity can moan. 

And then there was his mo— guilt in her breath, shame in her eyes, whispering apologies between gasps in her son's ear, doing what had to be done… for both their sakes, giving birth to a morally wrong relation.
 
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Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill

GUYS SUPPORT TIER-1 PREVILEGE 

All the gazes were drawn towards the entrance as they heard the sound of the footsteps. Nine Pacts had already gathered all their members, so they thought it was a member of the Golden Moon.

The same was true for the Golden Moon. They thought that the new member must belong to the Nine Pacts.

Unless, of course, it was someone entirely different, so they all waited to see the new participant.

Whether it be someone in the black or white robe or something different altogether.

The footsteps drew closer and soon the silhouette of a person came into view, and after a few silent moments, his figure finally became clear.

This person wore a robe, its left side was white while the right side was black. He wore an elephant mask with the number Zero written on his forehead, and there was a plus sign on his chest, with a single letter inscribed in each of its four arms.

Divine Tomb-1