Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 627 Clearing the building

[Blood Manipulation Activated!]

Vritra concentrated on the feeble zombie that had spotted their team and charged at them wildly.

Yet abruptly, it came to a halt. It seemed like endless worms twisted beneath the skin across its head, and then...

BOOM

The zombie's head burst open with a faint pop, spraying blood and brain tissue in every direction.

{Sin Point Gained: Killed a Mutant +48}

{Sin Points: 1056}

Vritra's total rose just a bit more. Keeping up this pace, his progress would swiftly match everyone else's.

He aimed to claim fresh rewards before long.

"We've swept this level clean. Just one apartment stays sealed, likely sheltering survivors." Vritra declared, then added:

"Down below lurks that tough deaf zombie, and pure blackness covers the floor above. We need to handle them.

Plus, more folks from that crew might be lurking here. We can't let them survive either."

The group absorbed the plans, and Diana questioned, "Any method to detect the mutants hidden in that dark area?"

"We'll scout that spot first." Vritra replied as they climbed higher. Slaying those zombies had boosted not just his abilities, but everyone else's stats too.

Before long, the team halted at the utterly dark hallway. No sights or sounds pierced it. It felt as if emptiness lay beyond.

"Yenni, light it up." Vritra instructed, gripping his machete tightly.

"Right away, husband." Yennefer agreed, extending her hand as a brilliant glow erupted forward.

Yet the light merely nudged the shadows back a touch, achieving little else.

"Tess, shove the darkness with your 'Wall'." Vritra directed, while employing blood manipulation to probe for life forms ahead.

"Okay." Teresa responded, erecting a barrier that sealed the passage snugly, then driving it onward.

"It's moving!" The shadows retreated steadily.

Maeve swiftly enveloped Teresa and the rest in protective shadows, as Fiona, Diana, and the others prepared their strikes.

When they neared the corridor's center, Vritra signaled a pause. He advanced a step, stepping into the gloom.

Then retreated fast.

"We'll return to this later. It's too intense right now."

The mutant within could've slaughtered them all, but luckily it was occupied devouring prey at the moment.

They descended in haste.

"So, we targeting that zombie next?" Yasmine wondered.

"No, the humans first." As he said it, his eyes shifted to Monk Shitless.

"W-What?" The man jolted, itching to flee.

…

On the fifth floor below, Ron's entire crew had assembled.

"Lad took two squads upstairs earlier, and not one's come back. We've dropped twelve members already. I say we bolt. The firebull's arriving soon regardless."

One survivor suggested.

"Sigh. Why'd that idiot Lad head up personally? He was our sharp mind, that sleazy money-grubbing fool." Ron grumbled, pounding his metal fist on the table.

"Right, no more risks. Something nasty could be up there. Let's escape now while the huge mutant's gone." Ron urged, scanning his remaining followers.

Only about thirty-two were left.

BANG BANG

A sudden pounding echoed at the door. The group tensed up, weapons drawn for combat.

"See who's there." Ron commanded, rising and approaching the entrance.

A man nodded and glanced through the peephole. "B-Boss, it's a woman—stunning one too."

"Let her in, but stay sharp. Mutants can mimic all kinds of powers." Ron cautioned.

The door swung open, revealing a striking woman with a bag, appearing a bit ragged.

"H-Help! A mutant slaughtered my husband upstairs. It's incredibly deadly." She wept softly.

But every guy inside eyed her with greedy desire.

The eyes of the door-opener flashed briefly, falling under Vanessa's hypnosis.

He scanned outside, then faced the woman again.

"Sure, miss, we'll assist, but what's in it for us?" he leered, yanking her bag away.

"Let's check your haul."

"N-No, that's my final food stash. Sob, please don't!" Sonia pleaded.

"Haha, water and grub—we're in luck!!" He grabbed a bottle and chugged it down.

"Hold on, what if it's tainted—" a voice warned, but he'd already swallowed.

"I'm good, no toxins. Here, share with everyone." He passed items to the wary bunch.

They watched him closely, but minutes passed with no issues.

Soon, many dove in, devouring and guzzling joyfully. Such provisions were rare treasures.

Ron skipped it and probed, "How'd you make it? Where'd the food come from?"

"Uwaah, zombies incoming!!" Sonia shrieked abruptly, bolting off.

The crew scanned the hall frantically but saw nothing, finally realizing the trap.

They glared at the first guy. His actions had lowered their defenses.

"Ughh, what occurred?" He gripped his skull, bewildered and scanning about.

"GRAB HER! IMMEDIATELY!"

Ron bellowed as the mob pursued Shitless.

Ron, the swiftest and mightiest, closed the gap in seconds.

But as the monk hit the staircase, shadows coiled around him, and he vanished.

"Where'd she go? Track her!" he yelled, yet a thunderous crash rang out, followed by a zombie's howl.

Rapid footfalls ensued, and soon the deaf zombie burst into view.

"Fuck!" Ron swore, clashing with the undead beast.

Their strengths balanced closely, but Ron's metallic form gave him an edge.

His allies fired support shots from afar.

'Perfect!' Vritra grinned. The scheme unfolded flawlessly. He wasted no seconds, slipping behind the foes.

Most were already dosed with poison, their bodies faltering, reactions dulling.

Backed by Diana, Vanessa, and Yasmine, Vritra unleashed his assault.

Fiona and Yennefer hurled strikes from the rear.

Onest leaped amid them to draw fire, untouchable by any.

Vritra swung the machete, severing a man's head in one clean stroke, igniting a massacre.

He darted through the throng like a shadow, hacking wildly as limbs and torsos scattered.

Alerts flashed nonstop in his sight, and aided by his wives, the fight turned effortless.

A non-poisoned foe spun to strike back, but his eyes burst in gore, and his head rolled next.

In short order, the entire group lay slain. Just Ron and the deaf zombie endured.

'W-What? Everyone's gone?!!' Ron peeked back, his chest tightening at the sight of his followers drowned in crimson.

He'd poured resources into them, yet they failed against a single opponent.

Fury and loathing surged within; he'd slaughter them all—the women, the man, every last one.

Even with caution, his whole band got erased in moments.

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