Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 638 The Intelligent Mutant

"Let's set a grave for him here."

As dawn began to break in the sky, the group touched down and quickly built a simple burial mound right next to the bridge.

With careful strokes, Vritra etched Shitless's name onto a piece of wood before assembling the grave.

"…" After pausing there briefly, they spun around and headed off toward the nearby city.

They were drawing nearer to their destination.

Vritra vowed deep in his heart to track down Butcher and make him suffer until his final breath.

"We should locate a structure to recuperate in; pushing on like this might make us ill." Vritra murmured in a flat, devoid-of-feeling tone.

The party pressed forward, soon spotting a block of apartments.

However, its rundown state suggested it was overrun with mutants.

"Darling, why don't we wipe out one level and hole up in a unit inside?" Vanessa suggested.

The snow had ceased falling, yet the piled-up drifts reached a considerable depth.

Approaching the structure, they chose to secure a space on the fifth level, knowing that lower spots carried their own risks.

Given Vritra's present power, these feeble mutants offered zero danger.

The team dispatched the creatures and reached the fifth floor without delay, searching through the handful of units.

No living humans remained on this level.

Onest claimed the flat across from Vritra's, allowing the couple some privacy.

He felt utterly downcast as well; he and Shitless had shared so many adventures over the years.

Wearing a gloomy expression, he stripped off his gear, climbed into bed, and shut his eyes to rest.

In the adjacent unit, the pair freshened up with a wash and slipped into fresh layers of cozy attire.

Fortune smiled on them—their elevated stats ensured nobody caught a cold from that icy plunge.

"We'll share a meal; I'll fetch Onest." Vritra announced, stepping out of the flat.

"Alright, we'll prepare everything." The goddess replied, as the women set to work.

Despite the delicious, steaming meal, their spirits remained low, igniting a fierce drive within them to boost their power urgently.

'Divine, isn't there any way to revive Shitless?' Vritra inquired mentally, viewing Divine as his final hope.

"Sigh, I've told you before: death in this realm means no resurrection. Keep advancing on your path—your mission outweighs a single existence. Everything will turn out okay, no need to fret."

Divine responded indifferently, as though the issue barely concerned him.

'…' Vritra had expected assistance, considering Shitless's aid to his sibling, yet perhaps even Divine's abilities had bounds.

Letting out another heavy breath, he casually checked his status screen; earlier, amid the river, Vritra had slain numerous mutants.

{Sin Points: 6,839}

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[Stats]

(Strength: 42.9)

(Agility: 49.8)

(Endurance: 44.9)

(Spiritual: 29.4)

{Free Attribute: 6}

』

'Agility's nearing fifty—will breaking this threshold bring major shifts?' he pondered curiously.

Once the meal ended, they took some time to unwind.

Vritra reclined on the mattress alongside his wives when a soft rapping echoed at the entrance.

His brow furrowed; detecting the aura outside, it clearly wasn't Onest.

'Has a mutant crept down from above?' Careful not to rouse his dozing partners, he slipped from the bed and crept toward the door quietly.

Grabbing a machete, he peered through the viewer while keeping a cautious gap.

Sure enough, his suspicion proved correct—it was unmistakably a mutant.

Odd green tendrils enveloped its form, its apple-red skin giving off a repulsive vibe.

'This one's got sharp wits.' Vritra unlatched the door and lashed out with the blade, intent on severing its head swiftly before it could react.

"Kiyaaaaaa PITIFUL ONEEEE, ITS ME SHITLESSSSSS!!" The mutant yelped abruptly, leaping away in panic.

'Such a sly beast—how does it know of Shitless? Mimicking his voice and face so perfectly?' Vritra hesitated briefly, his resolve hardening further.

No way could he spare a mutant this clever; Shitless couldn't possibly have endured that ordeal.

Once more, he slashed with the machete.

"W- Wait, it's me, Shit Sonia? Remember, I used to pee on the temples. Ughh cough I am Shitless!!" the mutant yelled desperately.

Vritra halted, eyeing it with suspicion.

"What's your favorite pastime?" He questioned with a skeptical gaze.

"S- Spreading evil, and going on rides with Bullo!!" the mutant replied, hands held high in terror.

The noise roused the rest, who stared in astonishment at the Shitless-like mutant.

"What?!! Did Shitless mutate, or is this a fake impersonating him?" Onest burst in, utterly stunned.

"It's a mutant mimicking Shitless." Vritra declared, fixing his gaze on the crimson being, machete hovering near its neck.

"I'm genuine—this is the real Shitless!!" the mutant cried, visibly terrified.

"Hmm, truly? Prove it: what went down during that temple raid with the mustache-wearing priest?" Onest probed warily.

"M- My ass caught fire, a- and I passed the blaze to you. We nearly turned into human bonfires!" the mutant responded, its features radiating sincerity.

"That's too basic—recite the 29 times table?" Onest demanded firmly.

"H- Huh? T- Twenty nine uh…" the mutant faltered.

"Never mind, try this easier one: If 29 zombies bite 29 folks each, and those bitten then chomp 29 others, how many end up zombified?" Onest inquired gravely.

"You thieving jerk, what nonsense is this? Go get gnawed and count yourself." The mutant snapped back.

"Oh, aiming for my rear? Pfftt… hahaha" Onest burst into uncontrollable chuckles, yanking the drenched Shitless into a firm embrace.

Vritra sheathed the machete as well, relief washing over him at last. He'd overlooked how Shitless always clawed back from dire straits, defying odds time and again.

"You okay? What's with the appearance? How'd you pull through and locate us?" Vritra bombarded with queries, embracing Shitless then stepping away to inspect him thoroughly.

"Haa, I morphed into Sonia, and that mutant flung me out via its waste—somehow twisting my form like this." Shuddering, Shitless recounted the tale.

"The other mutants left me alone, convinced I was one of them. Tracking you was simple; I followed your footprints. With the snow over, it was no challenge." Shitless boasted, pleased at employing his smarts after ages.

"Thank you." Yasmine advanced, speaking with genuine warmth, thrilled at his return to life.

"Haha, Sister, no sweat—I'm tougher than that." Shitless laughed, tapping his chest playfully.

Vritra paid little heed to the survival details; his joy at the reunion overshadowed everything.

The team's atmosphere brightened anew. After bathing and donning fresh garb, Shitless bundled up in multiple blankets, even during the meal.

"Oh yeah, on my way here, I spotted a burial site—get this, somebody shared my name!!" Shitless blurted out, amazed at matching a deceased stranger's moniker.

"Yeah, perhaps your twin soul; too bad you skipped the reunion." Vritra exhaled, feeling lighter despite the lingering relief, a heavy burden gone.

Still, his fury at that crew burned as fiercely as ever.

He intended to hunt them down and eliminate the scum before departing the city.

For the moment, though, he permitted a brief respite.

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