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 just watched the entire scene. Whoever ran close to the door received death first—their heads exploded into a bloody mess, as corpse after corpse fell to the ground.

A big pool of flesh and blood formed on the ground within seconds. All of them were so terrified that none could even imagine retaliating; they just wanted to escape somehow.

After ten or so seconds, the screams died down as the last few people fell to the ground with gaping holes in their heads. Bob and Bobby returned to his shadow after the slaughter was finished.

There were so many corpses lying one over another, even the air seemed to be filled with a bloody mist.

Vritra felt a little bad about killing them. He sighed and mumbled, "What a waste. If only I could have gained levels by killing them. I guess I'll just take away their souls."

"Hellmancer, eat them all," Vritra said as another shadow flew out from under his feet and took the form of the mage of his army.

The Gift