Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 639 Again?!

Vritra sipped his coffee as he stood on the balcony, staring at the chaotic landscape below.

Numerous mutants wandered the streets, visible from his vantage point.

"It looks like the ocean poses even greater threats than the mainland. I ought to avoid it until I've boosted my power sufficiently," Vritra mused inwardly, considering taking down several formidable mutants.

Yasmine approached him quietly and wrapped her arms around his waist from behind; she'd come perilously close to dying just yesterday.

"Wifey, folks on this world can be every bit as wicked as the sinister groups back on Zoratia. They've completely abandoned any shred of compassion," Vritra murmured.

He let out a heavy sigh. That butcher had slaughtered an innocent woman simply to target them.

"Yeah, hubby, in these chaotic eras without rules, people's hidden urges and real natures surface fully.

Still, they serve as excellent sources of sin points for you, so we can eliminate them without a second thought," Yasmine replied.

Such atrocities had become all too familiar to them, yet this world mirrored Earth so closely. Vritra never anticipated humans descending into such monstrous behavior.

"Oh, by the way, I wonder if any military forces or protective units are still operational to safeguard folks. Maybe we should attempt contacting them via radio?" she suggested.

"Nah, their existence or absence won't impact our objectives. Let's secure this structure first, then we'll head o—" Vritra cut off mid-sentence when a sudden glare forced him to squint.

He lifted his hand to shield his eyes and glanced toward the edifice across the street.

On the seventh level, a figure held a tiny mirror, directing flashes to catch his notice.

The gap between the structures spanned roughly a hundred meters.

Two youngsters occupied the balcony over there. The female wielded the mirror, while the male gestured frantically with his arms.

They took care to remain silent.

"Hmm, it seems they require assistance," Vritra remarked. His vision allowed him a clear view of them.

In that neighboring structure, the young woman appeared frail and anxious, persistently signaling with the light.

"Gary, do you think they've spotted us?" the girl, who seemed about seventeen or eighteen, inquired.

"I believe they have; they're watching right now," Gary, her elder brother, responded, waving his arms more vigorously.

"B-But will they actually assist us, or even be able to?" Mira, the delicate girl, questioned.

"…" Gary fell silent at her words, doubt clouding his gaze.

"Idiot, don't quit now," she whispered urgently in a hushed tone.

Excitement bubbled up as they noticed people in the adjacent building, once overrun by mutants.

Perhaps those individuals had simply stayed concealed earlier.

"N-No, they've gone away…" Mira's eyes welled with tears as she dropped the mirror. Hunger gnawed at her fiercely.

"S-Should we risk slipping out? That mutant might have departed by now," Gary suggested, his voice laced with fear as he eyed his sister.

He was merely nineteen years old.

"What about the wolves, though? They could still be prowling, hunting for us…" Tears flowed freely down her face as she slumped weakly to the ground.

His power to render things invisible had enabled their escape from the Wolves' lair.

They'd even scavenged some provisions from nearby structures, but one mutant had detected them, trapping them inside this one.

…

Vritra and Yasmine returned to the apartment interior. They informed the rest of the group about the discovery.

"Do we rescue them?" Yasmine turned to Vritra. The others would defer to his choice.

While they wished to aid the youths if feasible, endangering the team was out of the question.

"Absolutely, since we intended to sweep a few edifices regardless. We might uncover useful intel too," Vritra decided. His heightened awareness would reveal any potent mutants lurking.

"Prepare yourselves; we're moving out," he instructed shortly after.

"Okay, honey, whenever possible, extending help to others is ideal. Naturally, with necessary precautions," Vanessa replied, smiling warmly.

Having recovered well from rest, they soon donned thicker attire. Shitless and Onest prepared as well.

"Shitless, when will you revert from resembling a mutant?" Vritra inquired, eyeing the monk's vivid crimson skin and protruding eyes. The appearance was rather comical.

"Beats me; I've stayed this way since that massive octopus ejected me amid its waste," Shitless replied with a shrug.

Curiously, mutants no longer assaulted him.

"Fine, that suits our needs. You'll serve as our forward scout going forward," Vritra declared.

"Sure thing, count on me. I'm everything except courageous—wait, that came out backward. Actually, I'm, uh…" Shitless trailed off, puzzled.

Brushing aside his typical absent-mindedness, they descended the staircase, dispatching several mutants en route.

Snow had piled up substantially, nearly burying the ground level completely.

As they neared the target building, Vritra surveyed the area and detected multiple mutants nearby.

"Shitless, head up and scout," Vritra directed with a nod.

The monk Shitless dashed upward without delay. Mutants steered clear of him like he bore a contagion.

The spectacle drew laughter from the team. He truly embodied a mobile sideshow.

Had Bully accompanied them, transportation would have been effortless.

Minutes later, Shitless descended and reported, "The majority of mutants are feeble, though one powerful variant exists. Its power appears to involve telekinesis, located on the seventh floor."

"Onward," Vritra affirmed. They ascended promptly.

Eliminating mutants in their path, they reached the seventh floor swiftly.

A skeletal, emaciated mutant resembling a withered elder sat cross-legged before a doorway.

Bits of rubble and pebbles hovered around it continuously.

Thanks to this creature's elevated spiritual prowess, it had spotted the siblings earlier.

Grrrrrr…

The instant it detected their approach, the mutant snarled and hurled various items toward them like projectiles.

Vritra summoned a barrier of blood, then formed blood spears to dispatch the mutant with ease.

KNOCK KNOCK

He rapped on the door before announcing,

"Hey, it's me, from the building across the way."

Gary peered through the peephole after a moment's pause, his face lighting up with relief at the sight.

Yet hesitation gripped him once more. What if these were Wolves members?

'Impossible; he's surrounded by women. No way he's affiliated with the Wolves,' Gary reasoned, unlocking the door. He kept Mira out of sight.

"H-Hi, I'm Gary. Thanks for the rescue…" His eyes bulged in astonishment at the women's stunning allure.

He recoiled sharply upon noticing the crimson mutant.

"W-Watch out, a mutant's there!!" he yelled, vanishing instantly.

"Sigh, relax. He's human and part of our crew. Now, describe your circumstances," Vritra instructed. He sensed the girl's presence but said nothing.

"O-Oh, I got captured by a faction known as the Wolves…" He swiftly recounted his tale.

The Wolves employed radios to entice victims, ensnaring many.

The siblings had fortuitously fled, yet pursuers still hounded them.

Vritra recalled the wolves controlled by that butcher, prompting him to ask,

"A burly fellow resembling a butcher—is he the Wolves' chief?"

"Ah, him? He's called Butcher, but no, he's not with the Wolves. A friend, the Wolves' leader, supplied him those wolves.

Butcher heads a outfit named Big Bang Colony."

Vritra's brow furrowed; he thought, 'What the hell? BBC once more?'

"Understood. Where are these outposts located?" Vritra probed.

"Um, c-can we join your journey?" Gary ventured timidly.

"No, I'll provide some rations at best. I won't assume responsibility for your safety or hers; you're capable of fending for yourselves," Vritra stated resolutely.

"J-Just escort us a short distance; there's an army outpost nearby. We aimed for it originally but got stuck. Please, it's close and aligns with your path," Gary begged, dropping to his knees.

"Start by detailing all three locations," Vritra demanded, unmoved by sympathy.

This alien world required him to steel himself, lest a harsh lesson claim lives.

"O-Okay…" Gary agreed, sharing what he knew of the Wolves and Big Bang Colony.

He possessed scant knowledge of the army outpost, however.

Butcher and the Wolves' leader were close allies, both vile sorts who inflicted torment on countless innocents.

"If so, why hasn't anyone from that army outpost struck at them?" Fiona interjected.

"Attempts were made, but they failed utterly," Gary answered.

"What powers do you possess?" Maeve inquired, assessing their potential value.

"I-I… can render objects invisible, and my sister induces sleep in others," Gary disclosed.

"Take this and eat," Vritra offered a food item, opting to deliberate further before deciding.

Regardless, he resolved to assault the Big Bang Colony no matter what.

Gary dashed back inside the apartment, dividing the food with his sister as they consumed it voraciously.

"What's your view on this?" Vritra consulted the group.

"If the army site isn't distant, bringing them could work. Their skills aren't entirely worthless," Yasmine opined.

"He spoke truthfully, didn't he?" the goddess pressed; caution was paramount in doomsday scenarios.

"Yes, his pulse and responses confirmed it—all genuine or as he perceives truth," Vritra assured.

"Might he be manipulated mentally?" Teresa speculated.

"It's feasible, wifey. Probe him with a mild spiritual assault soon; it ought to shatter any enchantment," he suggested.

Yasmine assented; avoiding errors that could cost a teammate was crucial.

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