Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 641 The Military Base

More than fifty survivors stared at the fallen mutant bodies, then shifted their gazes toward Vritra's team.

"No problem," Vritra replied, pivoting to head off.

"P-Please hold on, if it's not too much trouble—" the leader stammered uncertainly.

"Actually, I do object at first, hauling such a huge crowd would draw attention—wait, on second thought, that's not an issue. Yeah, tag along, but just up to the military outpost." Vritra reconsidered once it hit him that extra mutants showing up suited his plans perfectly.

With bait this eager, he'd let these folks lure in the mutants for him.

"R-Really? Thank you, sir! We owe you so much!!" The man dropped to his knees, while the rest showered him with grateful words.

'He's truly a kind soul,' both Mira and Gary mused inwardly.

"Enough dawdling—get moving, or we'll go without you," he commanded, striding forward.

"Y-Yes, right away!" The middle-aged fellow bobbed his head fast, signaling the group to hurry after.

Prior to the apocalypse, he'd commanded respect in the military ranks, yet now all his wealth and ties meant nothing.

Strength was the only currency that counted.

As the expanded party pressed on, a massive blood cloud trailed right alongside them.

Naturally, it filled them with terror.

"S-Sir, what's that thing?" the ex-military man inquired, his tone full of deference.

"Ignore it—stick near us and yell if a mutant swarm appears," Vritra brushed off casually.

The enlarged band kept advancing, their sheer size and the bloody aroma quickly pulling mutants their way.

KRRRRRRR

Chilling howls echoed from every direction as mutants leaped from building windows.

The chaos unfolded like something ripped from a nightmare flick.

Yet Vritra could only grin, thrilled at the fresh mutants charging in to boost his sin points.

A twinge of guilt tugged at him, though—mere months back, these had been ordinary folks with loved ones.

Now reduced to feral beasts, he hoped they'd at least find peace in death.

BOOM

A bulky mutant, its form a mass of jiggling flesh, lunged abruptly before the group.

"This beast packs real power, even more than Bull," Vritra muttered under his breath, but it posed no threat to him now.

[Blood Manipulation Activated!]

[Spiritual Burst Activated!]

Triggering both abilities together, he burst the fat mutant's eyes, sending it reeling backward—though it clung to life briefly.

'Tough hide for sure,' Vritra acknowledged with a nod, then drove a blade straight through its cranium.

Whereas a single spirit strike felled nearly every other foe.

Soon enough, they neared the military base, and along the route, Vritra had slain close to two hundred mutants.

{Sin Points: 14,300}

His sin points climbed steadily, along with his overall stats—meanwhile, Vanessa and the team weren't idle either.

They lent Vritra every bit of support possible, their own powers surging ahead too.

"Here's the military base—thanks for guiding us safely." The military man dipped his head, puzzled by the onslaught of mutants they'd faced.

"But is this spot truly secure?" Vritra questioned, eyeing the distant outpost.

"It ought to be. Why not join us inside, sir? This seems like a solid haven to hunker down." He blurted it out impulsively.

"We're not exactly hunting for a permanent spot." Vritra turned it down.

"Oh, uh, at least take a break here then." He tacked on quickly.

"Alright, let's scope it out." They approached the military base more closely.

Tall walls bristled with defenses, and over twenty guards scanned from the ramparts above.

"Halt! Identify yourselves!" The sentries bellowed, weapons trained on the arrivals.

"Sergeant Keg here, from 9th Platoon, Bravo Company, 2nd Battalion." Keg announced, arms up to show he was unarmed.

"Hold position—I'll fetch the General." They all sported crisp military gear.

Catching sight of them, Vritra's eyes drifted to his wives, a fantasy flashing of them in snug uniforms.

The idea sparked instant arousal; he'd test it soon enough.

Lately, this had become his latest thrill—formal attire somehow amplified their allure and beauty.

"General Peter, survivors have arrived." A soldier informed him.

"Stand down." The general ordered, then faced the crowd.

"We open our arms to all survivors, but you'll undergo checks first to confirm no infections." His voice boomed clear.

"What's the testing process?" Vritra probed, since he had no intention of lingering long.

Just a quick recharge and snagging some uniforms, then they'd move on.

"Simple thermal scan—a doc with an awakened talent spots infected from clean ones. It's mild, no need to fret." The general assured.

The entrance creaked open narrowly, allowing single-file entry.

"…" Vritra glanced at the crimson-clad Shitless, curious if they'd block him.

The monk had draped himself fully to avoid repelling mutants.

Turns out, plenty of mutants feared the fearsome evil monk and steered clear.

They called folks in one at a time, the woman doctor grasping each hand briefly to judge.

With all survivors cleared inside, Onest and Shitless followed.

"They're good—enter." Luckily, the doctor cleared them without issue.

Apparently, skin-to-skin wasn't required.

Vritra and his wives went next; once everyone passed, the doctor hurried to the general and whispered urgently.

"You certain?" He queried, astonishment clear.

"Absolutely." She confirmed with a nod.

"Valiant survivors, you've reached safety—congrats! Here, you'll get protection, meals, water, and shelter.

Naturally, you'll pitch in on essential duties to keep things running." The general delivered his address, then sent the group off.

Soldiers stepped up to assist with settling in.

"Greetings—what's your name?" The general halted by Vritra, beaming warmly.

"Adam." Vritra stated, no particular motive for the alias.

"Got it, Adam. Appreciate you escorting them. They sang your praises—such a formidable warrior, and we're fortunate to have you.

The doc mentioned your healing power—is that accurate?" He inquired, eyes flickering oddly.

"Yes, though it's not precisely healing." Vritra affirmed.

"Does it work on others too?" The general pressed further.

"Sorry, no—it's only for self-repair, nothing advanced." Vritra denied, leaving the general visibly let down.

"Understood. Allow me to guide you to your quarters. Solo stay, or…?" His gaze swept to Vritra's companions.

"No, my wives bunk with me, and those two pair up." Vritra clarified.

He sensed a subtle undercurrent of wariness from the man.

En route, Vritra took in the sea of hundreds of tents housing thousands of refugees.

"Got supplies to sustain everyone?" He asked, taken aback by the base's vastness.

"We're managing well with the extra labor—food stocks hold steady so far." The general answered, tone a bit off.

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