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 

"S- Sir, no one was planning to kill you." The dragon masked man said.

"Oh, you mean I heard wrong? You want to say I am crazy and deaf? You mean I am disabled? You want to say my future is ruined?" Vritra crossed his arms as he spurted out gibberish and watched the sin points rolling in.

"Wh- What?!! No, definitely not, sir! I didn't mean any of that. I want to say I am at your command, and you can order me to do w- whatever it is you want." The dragon mask spoke hastily, he was quite panicked. Anyone would rather commit suicide than feel all that.

Vritra decided to stop the nonsense and get started with the search for the next door, but then he noticed that Number One's screams had become less loud.

He gazed at his body and saw that with his regeneration speed, although his limbs weren't growing back, the bleeding had almost stopped and he wouldn't be dying anytime soon—at least not because of those injuries.

The drawing