Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 625 The Intruders

"Draw 50 Sin Point rewards, use all the points!!" Vritra commanded, watching the wheel rotate at high speed while notifications started appearing one after another right in front of his eyes.

{Congratulations, you have acquired 10kg rice!}

{Congratulations, you have acquired 1 strength attribute point!}

{Congratulations, you have acquired 100 apples!}

…

Precisely forty-two notifications appeared in total, and Vritra examined every single one with steady patience.

While he gained a substantial quantity of food supplies, certain rewards grabbed his focus more than others.

"Two attribute points, one in strength and one in spiritual! Haha, this is a huge win." Vritra grinned, convinced that spinning this mini lottery proved far superior.

After all, with 2,000 sin points, he'd only afford a single attribute point otherwise.

"Perhaps my luck boost hasn't faded yet…" he mused, soon directing his gaze to the status window.

Earlier, he'd taken down numerous cockroaches, which had nudged his attributes upward slightly.

『

[Stats]

(Strength: 3.8)

(Agility: 3.8)

(Endurance: 2.7)

(Spiritual: 2.9)

』

{Sin Points: 4}

Slaying those mutants had boosted his stats by about 1 to 1.2 overall, though the spiritual one only rose by a mere 0.2.

'What's the real perk of this spiritual stat anyway? Does it just sharpen my senses?' he pondered, then turned his attention to the leftover prizes.

'With these goods, we should hold out for a while—no more fretting over meals or drinks for now. Wait, what's this one?' He zeroed in on an item from his inventory and withdrew it.

"A smoke bomb?" Vritra gazed at the device in mild astonishment, before stowing it back.

No doubt, it would prove useful down the line.

'Divine, my power can surge fast since I earn attributes via the wheel and mutant kills, but what about my wives? Won't they lag way behind? At this pace, they couldn't even defend themselves.' Vritra reflected, realizing that against true threats, he might struggle to shield even himself.

"You're right—if they stick to the usual path, they'll fall even further behind folks who've been evolving for more than six months." Divine concurred, then continued:

"To fix that, form a party with your whole family; even if they just assist without slaying mutants, they'll still gain some rewards. Rest easy—it won't slow your own progress."

'Fine, I'll give it a shot when we descend.' Relief washed over him at last.

"Foxie, we're finished up here. Let's move out." Vritra announced, glancing back at the waiting Maeve who stood there calmly.

"Master, should we head down now or keep going?" she inquired, burning to boost her power.

"…We'll survey the surroundings first, then make our way below." He answered—they needed to gauge the risks ahead.

Moments later, a pair of shadowed forms slipped from the apartment, blending seamlessly into the enveloping gloom.

Across from them stood two additional apartments, so Vritra chose to investigate.

The entrance to the first swung open without resistance, revealing shredded human remains within.

Zombies had devoured them down to mere scraps.

He prodded a chunk of meat, yet no sin points came—apparently, the damage was too severe.

Next, they approached the final apartment on the level, discovering its door securely barred.

'Survivors in there?' Vritra concentrated and detected subtle breaths echoing faintly.

The occupants sounded terrified, so Vritra simply departed, heading for the staircase.

They ascended and glanced into the hallway above, where shadows cloaked everything in impenetrable blackness.

'This isn't ordinary night—it feels off. This level might harbor serious threats.' Vritra speculated, possibly home to a formidable mutant.

***

"Press on, this floor's clear of zombies." Two squads, totaling eight men altogether, advanced upward, inspecting every story.

Before long, they reached the twelfth floor without spotting any hazards.

Just one formidable zombie lurked on the eleventh, which they skirted for the moment—luckily, it couldn't hear.

"Search the units on this level." The leader of the squads commanded; he was the limping fellow himself.

Ron's subordinate, whose power suited scouting and concealment tasks ideally.

An invisible barrier enveloped the eight-man unit, rendering them undetectable and masking their aura completely.

"Got it, lad." They divided swiftly into smaller groups.

The limper went by Lad, and all obeyed him as Ron's trusted enforcer who showed no mercy.

"These two units are vacant." Two teams came back reporting.

"Lad, in that apartment, we discovered Lukas and his crew's four bodies—they must've fallen to the deaf zombie." Another scout informed.

"Seems like looting's already happened here, so we'll handle that zombie next. Let's head ba-" Lad noticed the bloodstained tracks entering and exiting every apartment and started to pivot.

"Lad, that door's still sealed—could be people holed up in there." One team member cut in with enthusiasm.

"Interesting—did they show up after Lukas's group got taken out, or did they cause it?" Lad pondered; no way Lukas would rouse the deaf one.

Ambush seemed likely.

"Let's investigate." He declared, leading the octet toward the barred entrance.

KNOCK KNOCK

"Anyone there? We're military, relocating survivors to a safe camp. We've got supplies too—if you're interested, open up; otherwise, we're moving on."

Lad boomed in a deep tone.

Ideally, they'd eliminate them quietly if needed.

"N-No thanks, I got UGHH bitten by a zombie already— no future for me. Just go." A voice laced with agony replied from within, startling the crew.

Yet Lad saw through deceptions of every kind.

"Unlock it and show us—it could be treatable with removal. We're testing a vaccine too.

Sounds wild, but my power lets me extract the infection; it's rescued plenty. Where'd it get you?" Lad pressed, sensing victory near.

"Oh, extract it? It's on my dick—think you can pull the virus out?" The insider quipped, barely stifling chuckles.

"…"

Rage flushed Lad's features; that fool was mocking him outright.

Within, Shitless, Onest, and their companions felt tension mounting. Freshly awakened, their might remained feeble.

How long since arrival? Scarcely an hour.

They held a clear edge in vulnerability, with equal numbers clashing.

Odds favored the intruders heavily.

Lad realized the trickery had failed on his target.

"You scum, open up or I'll smash through and end you! Surrender now, and survival's still possible!" he bellowed.

Silence answered, so he cursed, knowing combat loomed unavoidable.

"Smash this door and take out everyone inside—spare the women, naturally." Lad instructed, arms crossed in smug anticipation.

He craved a glimpse of the voice's owner. But after long seconds, no action followed, prompting him to whirl around in dismay.

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