Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 612 Cannon Fodder

"Whoa, so you're named Rich and you're the wealthiest? Did you alter your name once you got rich, or did your name make you the richest?"

With clear curiosity, Shitless questioned, then smacked Onest's hand aside while muttering a curse.

"You filthy thief, at least stop trying to rob him."

"Ouch, I was merely sharpening my abilities, cough. Anyway, Rich, are you truly Shen and that whor- cough, Sakshi's actual son?" Onest inquired, his tone laced with obvious astonishment.

"Sadly, yes, I am." Rich replied. This felt like the deepest embarrassment of his existence.

"And your sister, pfft, she definitely takes after your mother. Does she really own twenty slaves? And she's wed to that Jean fellow? Haha, then why organize such massive contests?" Shitless wondered.

"Yes, that's correct. We all were clueless initially, assuming she simply enjoyed surrounding herself with numerous slaves. It was only afterward that we discovered the truth…" Rich let out a heavy sigh. He desperately wanted to escape that family for good.

"Hmm, you're genuinely a good person." Onest remarked, giving a nod of agreement.

"R- Right? So, can we chat like normal folks? Having a blade aimed at me makes me uneasy. A- And why's he shoving his bald head toward me?" Rich pointed out, catching sight of his distinct reflection on that shiny scalp.

"Fine, but we must stay cautious around the Fords." Onest sheathed the knife at last, while Shitless withdrew his head in a menacing fashion.

Right at that moment, footsteps echoed, and Vritra soon appeared.

"Hello, Rich. It seems you three are enjoying yourselves." Vritra observed them with a shake of his head.

"Art- Uncle? Uh…" He quickly dashed behind Vritra, releasing a breath of relief.

"It's okay, no need to fret." Vritra assured him before facing Rich.

"So, what brings you here?"

Rich scanned the area briefly. They stood out in the open, but no snowflakes or spores lingered nearby.

"My aunt handled this, didn't she?" he queried. He figured no one else possessed the skill to craft such a thing.

Teresa outshone even the glyph's inventor in brilliance.

It was unfortunate that fate dealt her such harsh blows, leaving her so fragile.

"Indeed, Teresa crafted the gadget that aided everyone." Vritra confirmed with a nod.

"Is she okay? Auntie has always faced misfortune and falls ill easily, but since she spent so much time confined to her quarters, I requested a unique glyph from her for myself." He promptly pulled it forth.

The glyph glowed a soft green hue, and he went on.

"If my aunt encounters peril or sickness, I'm the first to receive the alert. I was terribly concerned for her—is she alright?" Rich asked, his expression full of worry.

Vritra offered a warm smile. He truly stood apart from the rest of his kin.

"Yes, she's in excellent health now. In fact, stronger than before. She's merely recuperating at the moment." Vritra replied, keeping details sparse.

Rich nodded, exhaling a profound sigh of ease.

"Thank you; that's precisely what I needed to hear. I'll head out now."

As he pivoted to depart, a sudden idea struck Vritra. For his scheme, Rich would excel at coordinating everything compared to the monk and Onest.

"Hold on, I require your assistance with a matter." He called, prompting Rich to turn back.

"Simply say the word; I'll give it my all." He declared.

Then Vritra laid out the details for him.

"H- Huh? Who exactly is this preparation for?" Confusion and shock crossed Rich's features.

"You'll find out in due time; just inform me of the funds or materials required. Feel free to employ these two for any duties you deem fit." He instructed.

"…Very well." He agreed with a nod, and they conferred a little longer.

Shortly after, he departed the spot, as time grew short with preparations piling up.

"Sir Shitless and my companion Onest." Vritra summoned, causing the pair to exchange uneasy glances, a sense of dread rising within them.

"Y- Yes? Is there a task for us?" Shitless responded, inching backward gradually.

"You both need to learn something crucial." He stated, then shared several insights Divine had imparted.

"Oh, so you're planning to disrupt their scheme—proceed with caution." Onest advised gravely.

"Those scoundrels, thrash them all on our behalf, eliminate them!" Shitless spat in fury.

"Yes, before long, we'll depart Zoratian and dive into the game." Vritra announced.

"Hmm, okay, but while you're away—wait, we? You don't… include us, do you?" the monk blurted in disbelief.

Embracing villainy was one thing, but this venture screamed peril. Survival odds seemed dismal.

"Precisely, how could I abandon you two here to relax? You must accompany me. Amid all that risk, I'll require some expendable support, and perhaps you could serve as decoys." Vritra admitted candidly.

"N- No way, we'll only hinder you. Bring this thief along; he's swift on his feet. I'll offer prayers from here." Shitless shoved Onest forward and retreated further.

"You Baldy—"

Vritra cut them off.

"My decision stands, and we're committed to this strategy together."

After issuing some light-hearted warnings to his close comrades, Vritra abandoned the disheartened duo.

"Allow me to draft my last will—hold on, I possess no fortune to bequeath—wait, I lack even kin to inherit my empty pockets." Shitless lamented with a sigh.

"…Though you're bald, dim-witted, and worthless, it was still decent—somewhat decent—fairly decent—not terrible, getting to know you." Onest intoned with gravity.

The pair retreated to their chambers to get ready.

While Vritra focused on readying a few essentials, moments flew by swiftly.

Though the catastrophe had paused for now, sorrow gripped the populace. Countless lives had been claimed, after all.

Those afflicted by mutation remained confined. Vritra yearned for a cure for them.

He even examined these individuals but found no solution.

In this manner, three days elapsed.

His spouses continued assimilating the power, yet one neared completion.

Vritra positioned himself outside Maeve's door. Her evolution had concluded.

His other partners would ascend merely to demi-god status, but Maeve's form and lineage would undergo a tremendous enhancement.

"That fox emerged ahead of me, sigh." Yennefer grumbled.

In recent days, Vritra had conversed with Yennefer and Yasmine despite the distance, which helped him endure the longing.

'Yenni, do you still harbor dislike for her?' he inquired, detecting the energy surges from within.

"No, not at all, but I never imagined sharing my spouse with others—six others, no less." Yennefer vented in frustration, then appended, "But absolutely no additional women, alright?"

"Sure, it's not as if I'm hunting for romance or any lady is eager to claim me." Vritra replied, shaking his head.

Even with Vanessa, Yasmine, Yennefer, and Teresa, he hadn't pursued them actively, yet fate intertwined their paths.

He had drawn Fiona and Diana into his world deliberately, though. Maeve's case blended elements of both.

Suddenly, the energy waves ceased, accompanied by subtle noises of fabric shifting and dropping.

Maeve donned a fresh, stunning outfit.

At last, the door swung open.

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