Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 605 Ill

Silently, Vritra started tormenting two lords right away, not allowing them a single moment to utter a word.

By forming small dust creatures, he made them burrow into the victims' forms from every direction.

As these ant-like tiny beasts glowed fiercely and heated up intensely, the men's skin ripped apart.

The pair's eyes got shredded bit by bit, while their agonized cries sent chills of dread through the rest of the bunch.

Ignoring everything else, Vritra kept ramping up the agony without a pause.

Among them all, Red felt the deepest terror, recognizing full well that this figure was Vritra, the horrifying fiend himself.

'Damn it, damn it, I figured I'd escaped with my life, but how in the world did he come back from the grave? Argh, I never should've joined that conflict, somebody please rescue me!!'

In his mind, he wailed in panic, the ongoing torment reminding him of Vritra's merciless nature.

It wasn't long before the duo perished, their forms twisted into unrecognizable messes.

What scared the survivors worse was seeing their fleeing souls get swallowed by a monstrous chimera right then.

'Isn't that the beast Oracle wielded during the battle? Where'd he acquire it?' Red pondered in horror, solidifying his conviction that this was indeed Vritra.

"Okay, who's up next?" Vritra inquired, scanning the crowd with his gaze.

"P-Please, we'll answer every question you have, so go ahead and ask—spare us! We've never crossed you." A lord from the bunch pleaded in fright.

"Sure, that's right—you lot never wronged me. But he sure did, and now you're all paying for his mistakes."

Vritra declared, abruptly jabbing a finger at Red, whose body quaked with icy perspiration trickling down.

The group shot him furious looks at once, itching to pummel him senseless.

"Now then, does anyone here have info on that abrupt shift? The spores, the mutations?" He questioned, eyeing them steadily before tacking on:

"Whoever speaks up won't face punishment."

"…" Silence hung over them briefly as they exchanged uneasy glances.

"S-Sir, we truly have no clue about it—Twilight had no part in any of this." One fellow finally voiced up, with the rest quickly agreeing through nods.

"I'm not buying it. If no one talks, I'll kill one of you every time I ask again."

Vritra warned, hurling one far off, which sparked fresh howls echoing around.

"Anyone know now?" Vritra pressed, folding his arms across his torso.

"…Trust us, we k-know zilch about it—we're in the dark just like you. D-Didn't you witness tons of our folks turning into those abominations?" Someone else chimed in.

"That's incorrect." Vritra sighed, flinging yet another away.

At this point, a pair of men endured the torment.

"Come on, speak." He posed the query once more and held his patience.

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This cycle went on for some time, with none able to provide a real response. Terror drove a few to invent tales, yet Vritra saw right through the lies.

Once seventeen lay dead, Vritra at last faced Red, who shook uncontrollably.

"Hey Red, word is you've thrived in Twilight—still keen on having me in your crew?" Vritra queried, a subtle grin playing on his lips.

"Uh- N-No sir, who am I to drag you into my team, hehe, that was merely a mix-up. I had zero intent to d-disrespect you—it was all that Oracle's fault—"

Red stammered, his skinless frame still exposed as earlier.

"Hah, pinning it on the deceased—clever move. By the way, where's your cloning lackey?" Vritra wondered, seeing potential value in that individual.

"H-Him? I know his spot—w-will you let me go if I spill?" Red begged desperately, cornered with no escape.

"Bargaining, eh? Haha." Vritra laughed lightly, then directed Psyche to seize control of Red briefly.

"What—argh!" Red winced sharply as Psyche assumed command of his form.

"Master…" Psyche uttered.

"Scan his memories for the cloner's whereabouts." Vritra ordered, lost in thought.

'Looks like these folks aren't linked to the evolution at all. Alas, it doesn't feel organic either—sigh, Divine, why stay silent?'

"Master, got it." Psyche announced, relaying the details to Vritra.

Vritra promptly forwarded the intel to Onest, commanding him to pilfer that power.

Before, Onest merely mimicked abilities short-term, but as a lord now, he could outright claim them from others.

Duplicating powers and recollections alike proved a rather impressive talent.

"Got it, heading out." Onest shot back with enthusiasm from afar.

With Psyche departing, Red let out a horrified shriek, knowing the grim end in store.

"Fine, I'll toy with this swine a bit—you ladies head outside." Vritra told his quietly watching spouses.

Vanessa and the rest fixed Red with venomous stares.

"Time for our payback too." Yasmine declared, as savage fires erupted, wrapping around Red and scorching him fiercely.

Fiona, Diana, and Vanessa joined in the brutal assault, holding back no fury.

"Keep him breathing, even if just hanging on." Vritra sensed their bottled rage and let them vent.

Minutes of relentless beating later, as Red teetered on death's edge, Vritra halted them; after some final curses, the women departed.

"So, what's your preferred way to go?" Vritra grinned, eyeing the scarcely living form ahead.

"S-Spa…re m-me—" Red rasped hoarsely, wracked by agony where even ending it himself was impossible.

No more chit-chat—Vritra dosed him with restorative elixir, biding time for recovery before launching fresh torment.

Round after round, he mended the wounds only to shatter him worse than before.

More than two hours dragged by until Red finally expired, enduring unimaginable suffering that filled him with endless remorse.

Pleading for a swift end.

"Whew, now what about the chaos beyond?" Vritra massaged his brow and exited the dimensional tome.

Stepping out, he spotted five wives clustered nearby.

Teresa stood among them as well.

"Tess, finished already?" Vritra asked; his stunning partner was an absolute prodigy.

"Yes, husband. All set—these can halt not just the frost but the spores too. Barring some catastrophe, we'll manage the harm." Teresa answered, beaming softly.

Exhaustion clearly weighed on her.

"You've pushed yourself too far—are you famished?" Vritra stroked her hair, prioritizing her well-being over the invention.

"Mmm, somewhat—haa, let's deploy it first." Teresa murmured faintly, guiding him on its operation.

Vritra grasped the toy-resembling disc contraption, once more awed by her ingenuity.

With sufficient power supplied, it could shield the whole world, blocking snowfall and spores while clearing those already settled.

"Alright, I'll activate this, then we'll grab a meal toge—" Vritra headed to the pane while talking, but abruptly, Teresa collapsed, her delicate frame tumbling downward.

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