Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 645 Inside the Terror
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Instantly, those ten points merged into his spiritual attribute, while notifications started overwhelming his view.
Over 204 notifications appeared, enveloping his frame in a gentle heat that eased his thoughts even more.
[You have acquired 1000 blankets.]
[You have acquired 1 Spiritual attribute point.]
[You have acquired 2 Spiritual attribute point.]
[You have acquired 2 Free attribute point.]
…
Notifications continued to surge in front of him, as Vritra remained still, soaking up the pleasant sensation.
Once the lottery finished, he scanned the notifications and noticed he'd gained numerous attribute points.
[9 Strength, 13 Agility, 14 Endurance, 21 Spiritual, 19 Free Attribute points.]
Without delay, Vritra seized the chance to pour every free attribute into spiritual.
He pulled up his status panel again, losing track of everything around him for several moments.
『
[Stats]
(Strength:81.6)
(Agility:84.4)
(Endurance:84.3)
(Spiritual:80.9)
{Free Attribute:0}
』
A tremor coursed through Vritra's body, since his stats far exceeded what they ought to be.
'This... it doesn't add up. I just checked my stats, and even with the new additions, they shouldn't reach this level, right?' Confusion gripped Vritra.
Perhaps the earlier stats he'd viewed were entirely off.
When exactly had he earned all those sin points? Hadn't this been his very first day?
The milky chain around his wrist vibrated fiercely, once more sharpening his focus.
Vritra shook his head, surveying his surroundings with utter bewilderment.
"What the fuck?!! How long have we been here?" he muttered, relying on his elevated stats to resist the influence somewhat.
Among the extra rewards sat a spear capable of slicing nearly everything.
Its edge gleamed with deadly sharpness. Vritra examined its details and swiftly drew the spear.
After a few deep breaths, he resisted the pull to yawn, as recollections from earlier rushed in.
He'd already spent almost two weeks in this place, caught in the endless loop.
His spiritual attribute had climbed to 80, yet maintaining his grip on sanity proved incredibly tough.
The entity lurking here posed an extreme threat.
A wave of urgency swelled within his chest.
It avoided direct assaults, instead deploying these bizarre tactics to dominate them all, denying any rest.
'Does this creature lack physical power?' Vritra peered toward the heavens, only to feel a wave of vertigo hit him.
He dropped his gaze fast, battling a powerful drowsiness.
'I must remain alert, I have to safeguard my family!!' Vritra gripped Maeve's hand firmly, squeezing her tender palm.
"What's wrong, master? Are you alright?" Maeve inquired, a gash of blood marking her forehead.
'Huh? She's hurt?!!' Vritra jolted fully awake, the distress shoving aside all else.
"Foxie," Vritra drew her nearer, then felt his own forehead—smooth and unmarked.
'Is it thanks to my healing skill? Did that monster fail to fully dominate me?' He'd sensed something off the whole time, constantly straining to break free.
But his spiritual attribute fell short back then, although now he managed to cling on.
'We need to get out immediately, but where's that mutant hiding?' He scanned the base, drawing a blank.
'Could it be... the moon?' The thought crossed his mind, though he avoided glancing upward.
From his inventory, Vritra retrieved a knife, then hurled it toward the moon with full force.
WHOOSH
It rocketed upward with tremendous power, his strength now boosted to impressive heights.
The blade streaked across the dark sky; it ought to have vanished into the distance, yet a sharp crack echoed instead.
Vritra looked up, his pulse racing hard, positioning himself to shield Maeve.
The blackened heavens began fracturing, shattering entirely like brittle glass in mere seconds.
"What the fuck?!" Vritra shouted, gaping at what was no longer the sky.
They seemed trapped within some living being, a vast fleshy dome encasing the entire base.
Pulsing veins and meaty walls, with endless tube-like strands dangling down to latch onto people's foreheads.
In place of the moon loomed a massive orb of an eye, a horrifying gaze sweeping over the whole camp.
Pure darkness filled it, contrasting the violet-tinged flesh walls—the scene chilled to the bone.
Vritra couldn't grasp what kind of abomination this was, but terror gripped him; he sensed the vast gap.
Right now, he held no hope against it.
At least it couldn't eliminate them outright, it seemed.
Vritra surveyed the area and spotted multiple corpses slumped with eyes wide, yet upright.
Their forms had withered away.
'This beast preys on our slumber and visions!!' The truth hit him as he severed the tube linked to Maeve's head.
He brushed away the spilling blood while Maeve collapsed into his hold, out cold.
Ignoring the pounding echoes, Vritra clutched her close and dashed toward his tent.
Upon reaching it, he found Onest frozen outside with a vacant stare, another tube attached to his brow.
Vritra peeked inside and caught Shitless dozing soundly.
"This monk escaped the effect? Then why didn't he act?" Vritra first carried Maeve inside and laid her softly on the bed.
His gaze turned to his other wives, pain stabbing his heart at the crimson gashes on Yasmine, Fiona, and Vanessa's foreheads.
Teresa, Yennefer, and Diana hadn't fallen under the same sway yet.
Vritra acted fast, yanking away the tubes; they all slumped into unconsciousness.
"Diana, can you heal them?" Vritra urged, the goddess appearing dazed but agreeing with a nod.
She started the healing right away, even through her hazy thoughts.
'Now, how do I break out? I don't know if I can keep my mind clear or for how long—can I even take it down?' His chest pounded fiercely, fingers still wrapped around the spear.
The knife had pierced that eye, but beyond shattering the nighttime facade, it achieved little.
So that wasn't its vulnerability.
"Maybe it's by that wall?" A chill seized his heart as a memory surfaced.
Under the mutant's sway, he hadn't noticed before, but now the view stood stark.
Bloody stains covered the wall across a wide stretch—who could say how many had perished here.
He checked on his wives; Diana's care was mending them, the injuries fading.
'Will this mutant react now that we've cut the links—wait, healing...'
All at once, he recalled his arrival, when the doctor and general fixated oddly on his healing power.
Might they offer a way to flee this trap?
Healing...
His eyes shifted back to the goddess; luckily, no one here knew of her gift.
"I should step out and scout around." Vritra muttered, then exited and made for the next tent.
He yanked the bedsheet, sending monk Shitless tumbling with a high-pitched yelp, though he relaxed seeing it was only Vritra.
"Guard the other tent; I have some matters to investigate." As he spoke, Vritra realized that while the rest couldn't rest, Shitless had been dozing excessively.
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