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 

Vritra watched in silence as the two sides quarreled over him. After all, it would give them quite the benefit if they could add him to their groups, so the two organizations fought verbally with one another.

While he waited patiently for the effects of Blood Lock to consume more of Number One's strength, Vritra thought for a moment and said: "While you people decide whose team I should join, I will look around and find the exit."

"Go ahead," both replied before turning to look at one another and resuming their fight.

Just like that, almost forty minutes had passed, which meant Number One's strength had been reduced by nearly twenty percent. Number One must have noticed it by now—he suddenly paused mid-fight and turned to look at Vritra with shock in his eyes.

He could feel that he couldn't gather over twenty percent of his energy. His speed and strength also seemed weaker. That's when realization dawned upon him.

Cannon Ball