Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 624 The Nest

Over a dozen grotesque mutated zombies crammed the hallway.

Vritra assessed their power levels, discovering that even the feeblest possessed attributes surpassing 3 in most categories.

However, every one of them showed low spiritual attributes.

"We'll advance cautiously. If trouble strikes, dash into that apartment and conceal yourselves," Vritra instructed, clutching the knife's handle firmly.

For an unknown reason, the zombies ignored one another and didn't clash.

Maeve gave a nod, enveloping both herself and Vritra in shadows that blurred their outlines amid the gloom.

Stealth mode activated; he snatched a ripped shoe from the floor and crept forward quietly.

The zombies failed to detect their presence, yet he halted three meters away, wary they might catch the duo's scent.

Next, he hurled the shoe toward the far side of the corridor.

THUD

A sharp bang echoed, snapping the zombies to attention as they whirled and charged that way.

Vritra lunged with powerful steps and drove the knife into the nearest zombie's skull with full force.

SWISH

The keen edge sliced through flesh but jammed halfway into the bone.

'Tch...' He swiftly hammered the knife's hilt repeatedly while the zombie emitted an odd groan before collapsing motionless.

The strike came so abruptly that the zombie couldn't respond in time.

{Sin Point Gained: Killed a Mutant +53}

[You have slain a mutant creature.]

A sudden warmth surged through his frame, briefly clouding his thoughts with dizziness.

[You have awakened.]

[All stats have increased by 0.5.]

『

[Stats]

(Strength: 1.6)

(Agility: 2.7)

(Endurance: 1.7)

(Spiritual: 1.7)

』

{Sin Points: 200}

Vritra sensed the surge in his power, his muscles toning up slightly.

A refreshing chill washed over his mind, easing tension and sharpening his awareness.

Though eager to explore the new skill, lingering exposed posed risks.

Vritra seized Maeve's hand and tugged her into a nearby apartment.

The door stood half-open; he nudged it wider, peered in, and they slipped inside cautiously.

"Master, it looks empty here." Maeve retracted the shadows only after confirming safety.

She grew accustomed to her ability, despite its current frailty.

"This spot should be directly above the house where the others are." Vritra muttered, then examined his status panel.

『

[Skills]:

[Evomorph]: Depending on circumstances and your requirements, your form can adapt and evolve diversely.

[Blood Manipulation]: The power to manipulate blood.

』

"Dual abilities?" Vritra grinned lightly; the first resembled Mutamorphis yet appeared as an enhanced variant.

The latter stood entirely novel and promised considerable strength.

His mutation gauge had risen to 0.5, likely indicating his usable energy reserves.

"Master, this house holds nothing—it's been ransacked already." Maeve had scanned the place thoroughly once more but discovered zilch.

"Take this, some water." Vritra retrieved a bottle from his inventory and passed it to her.

"Thank you, master." Maeve beamed warmly, accepted it, and sipped.

"Hold on, where'd that water come from? Do you still have an inventory?" The demoness halted abruptly and inquired.

"I'll clarify soon. Let's inspect the adjacent apartment." He replied, faintly catching murmurs from the neighboring unit.

He cracked the door, peeked out, and spotted zombies lurking at the hall's bend.

"Time to move, master~" Maeve urged, wrapping shadows around them both; fatigue began to weigh on her.

They glided silently to the following apartment, grateful the entrance wasn't secured.

They darted in and confronted a swarm of cockroaches—this den truly belonged to them.

The stench overwhelmed.

"M-Master, this area feels hazardous." Maeve hissed, freezing at the threshold; sheer fortune had let her dispatch that prior cockroach.

Vritra drew the baseball bat from his inventory while holding his breath.

"Remain concealed briefly." He burst from the shadows and rushed ahead immediately.

***

On the building's fifth level, bandit-like thugs occupied every residence.

They occupied two hallways, intending to plunder all units.

They had swept through up to ten floors, eliminating most survivors and seizing any valuables.

"Where's Lukas's squad? No word from them yet?" A hoarse-voiced man with a metallic physique demanded.

"Ron, should we head up to investigate? Maybe they met a formidable mutant or snagged prime loot and chose to keep it."

The slender, hobbling figure next to leader Ron suggested.

Lukas's group had ascended merely to scout the upper levels and gauge conditions.

"Hmm, dispatch two more teams. Avoid pointless losses—pick wisely." The leader grumbled, brow furrowed, with several women nearby.

Though surrounded by allure, his mutation limited his actions.

"We can't linger in this zone much longer; it's Firebulls territory, plus that massive threat." The limper voiced with dread.

"Boss, I've got two guys here claiming they want in." Another thug rapped at the door.

"Enlist them if their powers prove handy; otherwise, end them."

The limper departed to execute the command.

***

Thirteenth floor above, Vritra bashed cockroach skulls. Most lacked potency, and the stronger ones merely boasted robust endurance.

Soon, he dispatched about twenty, notifications flashing relentlessly.

{Sin Point Gained: Killed a Mutant +51}

{Sin Point Gained: Killed a Mutant +56}

…

He spared a handful and exterminated the others—this proved a fortunate find.

Addressing the floor gap, he called: "Diana, Mom, I'm dropping the wounded cockroaches down. Finish them off and awaken."

"Alright."

With affirmation from below, he started tossing them through.

Precisely eight went down.

BANG

BANG

Multiple impacts sounded, and every cockroach perished.

"Send their corpses to my reach." Vritra extended his arm into the opening.

Unsure of his intent, the others complied regardless.

{Sin Point Gained: Touched a dead body +19}

{Sin Point Gained: Touched a dead body +20}

…

'Gotta snag these points.' He smirked subtly before rising.

"We'll join you shortly. Keep secure and experiment with your abilities." He advised; awakening proved straightforward, fortunately.

At last, he eyed his sin points tally.

{Sin Points: 2104}

"Nice!" A grin spread as he viewed the total; evidently, fate placed him in a somewhat secure zone.

A realm easing sin point accumulation.

Options arose: spend for one attribute boost or unlock numerous minor prizes.

After brief deliberation, he opted for the wheel on 50 Sin Point draws.

Not an insignificant sum, allowing forty-two spins.

Securing even a single attribute would pay off, alongside ample supplies.

"Draw 50 Sin Point rewards, expend every point!!" he commanded.

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Thanks for reading... adios