Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 634 The Mutant Slaughter

'Why must this apocalypse strike now, when my life was finally turning around?' Bull let out a heavy sigh; she had already witnessed the full extent of its terrors.

Humans descended into savagery far beyond beasts—acts of rape, slaughter, and even cannibalism turned into everyday occurrences.

A world stripped of laws, where notions of justice and morality vanished, and no one feared consequences.

Yet dwelling on it served no purpose at this point; Bull turned her gaze to Vritra and posed the question:

"How did... you manage to last this long?" Observing his group, it appeared they hadn't endured the apocalypse's grim events at all.

Vritra caused the grasshopper mutant's head to burst open, then glanced back toward her.

"Well, we only just got here." With those words, he approached her, gripping the machetes stained with blood.

"Haa... survive this nightmare if you can, and if you've got the power, please... take out those scum inside—COUGH—they murdered my sister and... did unspeakable things to her..." She hacked up violently, her flesh darkening rapidly.

In order to hold the large group together, she had always projected strength, hiding any weakness and avoiding mentions of her history.

"Alright, thanks for the info; I've got to farm more points anyway, so I'll wipe them out on the way." Vritra murmured to himself.

Every mutant attempting to approach found its skull impaled by a blood-formed blade.

"Th-Thank you..." she whispered, shutting her eyes. Her form was swiftly mutating; she was transforming into a mutant zombie herself.

Vritra remained motionless for several seconds, then lifted his arm and swung at her throat, ending Bull's life with one swift cut.

"Sigh, is all this chaos really just for somebody's amusement?" Vritra's irritation boiled over; this ordinary world had become nothing more than an arena for games.

The existence of everyone here held no value beyond serving as fodder—mere NPCs for the true players to gain levels.

{Sin Point Gained: Killed a Mutant +204}

'I need to move fast before tougher mutants show up.' He pivoted, but paused to direct his palm at Bull's remains.

Suddenly, blood surged around her body, igniting into flames. In mere seconds, Bull's corpse was reduced to ashes.

Ultimately, her death brought Vritra no thrill of triumph. While some folks were downright wicked, others had merely shifted a bit.

Bull obviously wasn't evil at heart, yet Vritra refused to spare her life following their clash.

"A bunch of mutants are swarming now—the blast was deafening. Time to go all out!" He charged ahead, his velocity surging higher and higher.

Soon, his figure blurred into a streak as he darted through the mutant swarm, slicing their forms to shreds.

Then, yet another dragon began forming overhead in the sky.

He scanned for the spot densest with mutants and spotted the school's doorway.

Numerous mutants were straining to force their way in.

"Ideal." He stamped the ground hard, launching his body skyward.

Perched on the remains of a bulky mutant, he set the blood giant's exterior ablaze.

"Th-That same guy? What's his next move?" The leader and his companions within caught sight of the fearsome fire dragon, their pulses nearly halting in dread.

The school offered solid protection; they had fortified the barriers, rendering entry nearly impossible.

The mutants hadn't breached the perimeter wall yet.

However, their retreat options were scarce too—if encirclement happened for real, the majority would perish without doubt.

Vritra flicked his wrist, sending the blood giant crashing down.

BOOOOM!

A massive blast erupted once more, engulfing scores of mutants in its fury, with plenty incinerated on the spot.

Chunks of their flesh flew everywhere, and the snow beneath began to thaw.

At last, the barrier crumbled, though mutant bodies piled up to block it.

'Why does the snowfall seem like it's easing up?' Vritra paused briefly to peer at the heavens; the flakes fell less intensely than earlier.

Still, his attention shifted to those sheltered in the structure—he wouldn't allow the mutants to devour them.

Each one represented sin points waiting to be claimed.

Vritra dashed onward, hacking down every mutant in his path.

Suddenly, numerous heads detonated; his ability was clearly powering up further.

Yet another dragon materialized above, leaving the school's occupants utterly stunned.

They marveled at his endless stamina—this marked the fourth such beast.

"GO!!" Vritra bellowed, sending the fiery dragon sweeping low without triggering an explosion this round.

As his power swelled without cease, Vritra no longer required detonation; he could guide the dragon to soar briefly instead.

The dragon gaped its jaws, consuming a handful of desperate attackers from within who struck futilely.

More than six males vanished into the blazing dragon, their forms igniting under blistering heat.

It felt as if they were being simmered while still breathing.

Now aware of their vile nature, Vritra took genuine pleasure in their demise.

Agonized cries echoed from the dragon's maw as flesh liquefied away.

This ranked among the most agonizing ways to go.

Vritra vaulted the mound of cadavers by the school's entry and pressed inward.

Right away, a flurry of blades hurtled toward him; the defenders realized they must eliminate Vritra at once or face the dragon's hunger.

WHOOSH

BANG

Thanks to his elevated spiritual sense, Vritra detected every incoming edge with clarity, making evasion a breeze.

He parried several ahead using his machetes as he advanced inside.

All at once, a intense laser beam lanced at him, nearly catching Vritra off guard.

Fortune smiled on him with his superior agility; he shoved off the floor and just evaded it.

He hurled a blade at the leader firing ocular lasers, startling him into leaping away.

The leader's bodily attributes were low; without those beams, Bull would have ended him long ago.

Brushing past the rest, Vritra appeared next to the leader in a flash.

SWISH

Both legs of the leader severed at the thighs, Vritra seized his skull from behind amid the man's frenzied howls.

ZRRRRRR

Eye-beams erupted as he thrashed wildly. Vritra clamped his grip firm, severing the appendages of every group member without finishing them off.

He wielded the lasers to maim various mutants too, ensuring scant survival.

'Could I harness this ability myself? Would injury be required to acquire it?' he pondered.

Hesitant yet curious, he extended a digit into the laser's path, nearly losing it entirely.

"Fuck!" He yanked back, inspecting his hand where the finger mended swiftly.

'Evomorph?' With a sigh, he positioned the blade against the leader's temple and thrust with moderate force.

The leader's eyes and nostrils were gouged out immediately, halting the beams and filling the area with wails and moans.

Vritra surveyed the savage tableau: over fifty males sprawled mangled and fragmented, none yet deceased.

He lofted the leader's form toward the dragon before sprinting at the subordinates.

MUNCH

The dragon snagged the still-yelling leader, subjecting him to the same searing torment.

Darting about, he decapitated every human present, denying them any shot at resistance.

As the outcries faded, Vritra picked up the soft, terrified murmurs of several women echoing from deeper within.

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