Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 630 FireBull

GRRRRR…

The earth trembled fiercely all of a sudden, drawing a curse from Onest. "Damnit, at least let us catch a breath!!"

"That creature once more?" Vritra's brow furrowed deeply. The beast burrowing beneath the surface was enormous, rivaling the size of that colossal mutant they'd faced before.

He shot a quick look toward Yennefer, and it was clear she was spent, unable to press on.

From the way they shifted, it appeared they were directly below a street at this point.

Should fortune favor them, a sewer system might lie just underneath.

"Grab the overhead grips." With those words, crimson handles materialized, linking to the roof above. This was the very blood he'd fashioned into ropes previously.

Everyone leaped upward, gripping the secures tightly as they adhered solidly to the ceiling, and then Vritra lifted his right arm.

BOOM!

Pouring every ounce of power into it, he slammed down on the floor, sending violent quakes through the entire space.

BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!

He kept hammering relentlessly, punch after punch, until the surface gave way abruptly and he plunged through.

The grips gradually extended downward, morphing into extended cords that allowed the rest to descend steadily.

THUD

Vritra touched down steadily in the faint glow of the sewer, straightening up as he peered upward while the others dropped safely next to him.

"This ought to hold for now-!!" He exhaled in relief, spinning around only to halt in place at the sight of a large crowd of folks equally stunned into stillness.

It looked like they'd interrupted a meal; several held spoons paused right at their lips with food dangling.

"Um, hello there, don't mind us—we're just passing through." Vritra gave them a casual wave. More than forty men and women filled the area. Should a direct clash erupt, they'd hold no edge.

His own attributes had boosted considerably, yet even here, a handful boasted superior levels.

And their skills remained a total unknown.

"Who are you people?" The opposite group sprang up in unison, eyeing them with clear menace.

Yet upon spotting the seven stunning women, most fell into a trance.

Were women this breathtaking truly possible in the real world?

Only Teresa kept her features veiled, though her allure alone could still drive men wild.

"We're no villains. We tumbled through a gap and landed here. And we're tough fighters, particularly this one—no one here could take him down. Go ahead, give it a shot!" Shitless bellowed, jabbing a finger at Onest.

"B-Boss, you're kidding, right? How could I flaunt my power in front of you? If anyone's got the guts, try denting his shiny bald dome." Onest fired back.

The group observed them warily, then split apart to let a towering, sturdy woman in leather gear step forward.

She chomped on a hefty chunk of meat, apparently from some beast's limb.

"This domain belongs to the Firebull. Who are you intruders? Talk fast, or we'll crush you all." Her eyes swept over them sharply as she declared it.

Vritra scanned the surroundings, searching for an escape route.

"A massive monster was chasing us, leading us down here by accident. We seek no conflict."

"…" The woman fixed them with a quiet stare before replying, "You've got two paths: battle or yield."

Vritra's expression tightened. Despite his enhanced stats, overpowering her was out of reach. Hers hovered near 30 already.

'Those bandits I eliminated earlier must've lived too cushy, slaying few mutants. She likely wields a potent skill as well.' The thought crossed his mind before he inquired:

"What exactly does yielding entail? What's your intent for us?"

So many gathered, all devouring mutant beast flesh. They'd surely depleted their normal provisions.

"We're no mere bandits. We won't hurt you or the women, but as you understand, battling those horrors demands extra manpower.

Thus, you'll serve as my frontline fodder." She stated it plainly, holding nothing back.

"And provisions—food and drink?" Vritra probed, mulling his choices.

"We've got surplus to sustain a few extras, though it's mutant fare at present. We're set to hit another faction shortly, and word is they've got stockpiles left." She tossed out the lure.

"Is that so?! If we join the assault, do we get a share of the spoils too?" Vritra responded, injecting feigned eagerness into his tone.

"Absolutely, so decide now. Slaying you would just nourish our pet anyway." She gestured to a penned enclosure holding a restrained mutant serpent.

"I've only one demand: no one here lays a hand on my crew. Keep your men far from my women." He stated it resolutely. For the moment, trailing them was his sole option.

"Fine by me—I despise that sort of filth. They'll stay in line, no fears." She grinned before adding, "They call me the Bull. You leading them? What's the situation up top?"

"Yeah, I'm Adam, and it's gone to hell above. That huge mutant's rampaging, plus something burrowing that topples structures. Even a band of humans was slaughtering and plundering unchecked." He answered with a heavy breath.

"Hmph, sounds like prime timing to strike and surprise them. All hands, gear up for war. We hit tomorrow." Bull commanded loudly, then turned to Vritra.

"As for you, no funny business—or it'll end badly for your lot."

Vritra simply dipped his head, face impassive.

With the newcomers submitting, numerous guys couldn't restrain themselves, rushing up to chat with the women.

"Hey, what's your name?"

"Haha, check out my stash of grub—I'd gladly share some."

"Hello, gorgeous ones, care to—"

"Back off!" Vritra shot them a fierce scowl. Suddenly, the blood within their veins surged hotly.

Terror gripped them, forcing a hasty retreat even as tempers flared for a brawl.

"What the fuck, man? It's the end times. How's one guy monopolizing all these stunners? With your weak ass, you can't guard them. Better wise up."

Like famished predators, these fellows truly lost it at the view of the seven drop-dead beauties.

"Sigh. Onest, Shitless, handle that fool." Vritra dismissed it, striding off with his wives to distance themselves.

"Got it, poor sap." Shitless and Onest circled the dazed troublemaker.

He swung wildly at Onest but missed entirely, soon reeling from dual fists crashing into his features.

"Darling, this bunch is bound to drag us to our deaths in their skirmish. They're eyeing us for the front lines as shields." Yasmine murmured.

"And poisoning them won't fly either—they're watching us like hawks." Diana added, cornered by the chain of misfortunes.

"Their numbers are solid. Deeper in the tunnels, more linger. Easily over eighty total." Vritra gauged. Clashing with the full force now spelled certain doom.

"Guess we bide our time for an opening, master. Perhaps slip out come nightfall." Maeve proposed.

"We'll figure it out soon enough. Right now, staying safe from these creeps comes first. Ugh, this apocalypse has turned men into monsters worse than beasts." Vanessa spat. She'd long despised every male save Vritra.

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