Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 615 A Wild Demoness

The atmosphere within the hall brimmed with fear and hopelessness, while the demon lords lifted their heads, their stares shifting toward the horrifying figure that had recently arrived.

Merely being near him caused sharp aches in their chests and skulls.

His mouth arched faintly into what looked like a grin, yet it sent chills racing through the entire group.

"So, are you all prepared for a mass kidnapping?" Vritra whispered. Due to their remarks and actions against Maeve, he truly desired to slaughter and torment every one of them.

Yet he was forbidden from ending their lives, so Vritra restrained himself, though his sheer murderous aura was sufficient to knock several lords unconscious.

"R- Run!!" a voice yelled from the throng as that figure dissolved into vapor and a single lord bolted from the chamber.

Vritra made no effort to halt the escape, knowing it was futile.

Witnessing one flee, those still conscious scrambled wildly to shift their forms and flee as well.

Vritra and Maeve remained stationary, simply observing the frantic exodus.

To where could they possibly flee? The entire realm fell under Vritra's dominion, leaving no path to freedom.

"Well Sloth, it's been ages since our last encounter." Vritra's attention at last settled on the massive blob of flesh, whose form shook uncontrollably.

"S- Sir Vritra, it's all a mix-up. I w- went there to s- support you, why would I h- harm a fellow demon?

W- Wait, you ought to be the one occupying this t- throne, you're the true k- king!!" he bellowed, aiming to lure Vritra away from vengeance.

Sloth attempted to rise from the seat, but his frame appeared even bulkier now, wedged firmly into the oversized throne.

"T- these blasted idiots, I warned them to enlarge this throne!" he grumbled, heaving upward only to crash down repeatedly.

"Enough, and I'm the one who slew your son, so what will you do about it? You merely proposed marriage to my wife as retribution for that, didn't you?" Vritra inquired, his gaze icing over.

"I- I wouldn't dare, sir, it's a m- mix-up. I only inquired if s- she is wed, please pardon me." he stammered, his complexion draining pale.

"Haa, debating this is pointless. Anyway, since you stand apart from the rest and are quite unique, you'll receive unique handling." Vritra declared, then flicked his wrist in the following instant.

Sloth vanished abruptly into his dimensional book, at last freed from the throne.

Next, Vritra scanned the area, noting that most had already bolted.

The demons who had charged ahead to seize Maeve remained immobilized on the spot.

With a mere notion, their skulls and appendages burst apart, after which Vritra tucked their quivering remains into the dimensional book.

The mass kidnapping was about to commence; he intended to claim the whole demon realm.

Once the demon lords in the hall were secured, he turned to Maeve with a grin and said: "Foxie, let's go, we ought to round up these frantic demons."

"Yes master~" Maeve let herself be led away, as they proceeded linked by hand.

From now on, she planned to cling to him tightly and claim more of his attention.

The demon realm plunged into swift turmoil, with demons scattering every which way.

They attempted reaching beyond or deploying various artifacts for getaway, yet all efforts failed.

'I'm curious if any carry that god's punishment.' he pondered. Even with his vast power, caution lingered.

As he watched them closely, he started hurling each into his dimensional book.

In desperation, numerous ones unleashed mighty strikes at him, hurling diverse treasures his way.

However, none succeeded; gradually, every last one got abducted.

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"Hoo, at last finished, that wasn't tough but they behaved like vermin, skulking everywhere." Vritra surveyed the surroundings, finding the demon realm utterly deserted.

"Master, let's return." Maeve responded, beaming.

Vritra agreed, having spared the demons who aligned with the world information center under her, such as the three generals.

Shortly, they departed, soaring back to their residence.

'Now it feels like my revenge against them is complete. Haa, save for the Divine Kage, of course. Should I probe their power?' he mused.

They served the gods; wiping them out might spark excessive issues.

Still, he possessed a formidable ally, albeit one who proved utterly unreliable at times.

'Hey Divine, would it be overly risky to assault the Divine Kage directly?' he queried, doubting a response.

"Hmm. Though your power could eradicate them, the higher echelons wield devastating strikes like god punishment and beyond.

If they band together, overcoming them would prove difficult; you'd need Drino's core to end it." Divine answered, then continued:

"Instead of storming their gates, why not draw them to us? That allows picking them off in smaller batches."

"Yeah, that seems wiser, got any suggestions?" As he conversed with Divine, they swiftly reached home.

Upon learning the scheme, Vritra grinned, confident it would succeed.

That scheme could wait, however; a few tasks demanded priority.

"Okay, thanks." He replied before diving into other matters, with Maeve now assisting in all of it.

The demoness stayed as mischievous and teasing as always, constantly seeking ways to draw nearer.

Though he saw through her little schemes plainly, Vritra deemed her adorable.

And spoiling his wife brought him no displeasure.

Throughout the day, they journeyed to several spots, linking up with Rich, Shitless, and Onest.

Those fellows toiled diligently too. He even visited Ava and Gunter.

With his departure looming for over a year, he intended to notify them soon.

Come evening, they retreated to their chamber for repose.

Everyone had individual quarters, plus a shared space boasting a vast bed for all.

The stunning demoness at last claimed Vritra solely for herself, and bolstered by her enhanced vigor and stamina,

She endured far beyond Yasmine's limit, prompting Vritra to intensify further until dawn, when Maeve collapsed utterly spent in his embrace.

Not a wink of sleep graced the night; it was pure frenzy.

Clutching her supple bare form close, Vritra regarded her visage, softly stroking her cheek.

A look of pure bliss adorned it.

Vritra sank into contemplation, uncertain of the perils awaiting ahead.

Having resolved to include all his wives, he'd need to strive even fiercer upon entering the game.

Their days followed a familiar pattern for several more, beyond the setups.

Vritra and Maeve savored their private moments, exploring sites and indulging in fervent nights and even days.

They resembled fresh spouses on honeymoon, their fervor unmatched.

And before long, his wives emerged one after another from training.

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