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 

Among all the people from the Nine Pacts, the third leader was especially benevolent and down to earth, as he pressed his head against the ground and cried like a child, begging for forgiveness from all his victims and their families.

For some reason, it seemed the two sides had changed their roles— but to an extreme level. The people who were evil had turned into the most pure hearted, upright, and chivalrous— the type to follow the teaching that if someone slaps one of your cheeks, you present the other cheek to receive another slap.

"Oh God, forgive us for the sins we have committed. We shall never even touch a weapon again in our life. We should protect the weak."

"Yes, all our power should be for the weak. We can't slaughter people like those evil Golden Moon people. Nine Pacts will always protect the people of this world."

Holy Monk