Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 646 The Healer

"Okay, pitiful one, no need to fret." Shitless gave a nod, rising to his feet and heading outside.

'Perhaps that beast simply aimed to drive the monk off, even expending its power to keep Shitless in slumber.' Vritra pondered, noting how even mutants despised the fellow.

They preferred hunger over siphoning energy from him, and for an instant, sympathy stirred in Vritra's chest as he observed Shitless departing.

'Sigh, unfortunate soul, he's destined for solitude. Though perhaps a mutant could truly embrace him.' Vritra shook his head and stepped out.

He also induced sleep in Onest by extracting the vein.

A shiver ran through him at the thought of recent events in this place, with nearly two weeks already elapsed.

Even more alarming was the entity encircling the whole base.

'It's like being trapped in a nightmare film.' Exhaustion weighed heavily on Vritra, urging him toward sleep, yet he resisted fiercely and dashed to Peter's tent.

Without regaining command, they could all have perished cluelessly.

This mutant proved utterly terrifying.

"Halt! Why are you here so late?" the guards demanded.

"Is the general inside?" Vritra balled his fists, the atmosphere far too ominous.

Folks wandered aimlessly everywhere, rocking side to side.

The guards too bore those veins affixed to their brows.

"Who's there?" The general's astonished voice echoed from within.

"It's Adam, sir." The soldier announced, retreating as Peter emerged from the tent in his uniform.

'He's under its sway as well!' Vritra noted the deep shadows beneath Peter's eyes, suggesting sleepless nights for him too.

"Ah, Adam, what brings you? Do you require something?" Peter grinned and inquired.

"Yes, where's the doctor who examined us earlier? I need to speak with you and her." Vritra responded, gripping the spear tightly.

"You mean Aria? Of course, come along; if she's not resting, we can chat." Peter replied, guiding Vritra forward with casual conversation en route.

"This is her dwelling." Peter stated, pivoting to indicate, only to be startled by Vritra's absence at his side.

The general glanced behind and spotted him rooted a few paces back, expression oddly strained.

"What's the matter? Weren't you eager to consult the doc? Eh?" Peter questioned, puzzled.

Meanwhile, Vritra swallowed hard, chills prickling his skin—since when had this abomination seized control over him?

Upon entry, the doctor's face had been concealed, preventing a clear view.

Yet the figure before the doctor's tent defied all anticipation.

It wasn't remotely human.

A two-headed abomination loomed, a nightmarish tangle of meat and innards, utterly mangled.

One head was male, the other female, and Vritra knew them instantly.

They were Gary and Mira, the siblings he'd encountered previously, though now they appeared in their forties, not the youths from before.

Disgust churned in Vritra, his thoughts pounding painfully as reality unraveled.

"Doc Aria, Adam's here to see you—are you up?" Peter called drowsily.

"Yes, I'm awake. Greetings, general and… Adam, such a striking fellow; how may I assist?" Aria pivoted toward Vritra.

Odd blooms sprouted atop both heads, noses absent to expose bizarre, exposed brains.

Those flowers linked upward to the ceiling.

'W-Wow, even a mutant compliments me—regardless, this spot is utterly doomed! Escape immediately!' Vritra mused, debating if severing the doctor might aid.

He imagined Yasmine quipping: 'No eyes on her, hehe.'

"Uh, I had a question." Vritra began, edging backward discreetly to avoid detection, then pressed on:

"You inquired about my healing ability, or if anyone has it. Well, I know someone who does have a healing ability." Vritra stated, eyes locked on the horror ahead.

Suddenly, both heads' lips quivered, twisting into manic grins.

"Oh? Who might that be?" she queried evenly.

YAWN

Vritra yawned, staring blankly: "Huh? Who's what?"

"You just spoke of a healer?" she pressed, tone sharpening with need.

"Did I? When?" Vritra feigned bewilderment, turning the ploy against it.

"You said it moments ago!!" she snapped, irritation mounting.

"Huh? Said what?" Vritra deepened his puzzled act.

"The healer, damn it—you claimed to know one! Spill it, where's this healer?" she bellowed this time, revealing their frantic hunt for one.

"Did I say that? I don't know any healer—YAWN—why bring up a healer?" he replied mid-yawn.

"How should I know? Then why in blazes did you mention it?!!" The doctor shuddered, as if poised to lunge.

"What did I utter?" Vritra cocked his head, more perplexed.

"The healer!!" she shrieked.

"Oh yes, the healer—now I recall, I know a mighty healer!!" Vritra exclaimed abruptly, rekindling the creature's thrill.

"Quick, out with it!!" she demanded.

"Huh? Out with what? Doc, do you need something from me?" Vritra taunted further, enraging the beast visibly.

"THE HEALER!! YOU CAME TO DISCUSS!! Blast it, Peter, remove him!" Losing composure, she howled, clawing at her own tissue.

'Evidently, this mutant craves a potent healer badly; I mustn't let it learn of Diana. It seems to puppeteer this form—slaying it won't end the mutant.' Vritra reflected, hastening his retreat.

Peter assented and trailed, brow furrowed in confusion.

Vritra returned to the tent, where Shitless still stood watch outside.

"Discover anything? This area feels off…" Shitless grumbled, his flesh still crimson and eyes protuberant.

'Two weeks gone, and he remains this way—will it persist eternally?' Vritra wondered, then clapped his shoulder.

"No worries, you'll stay my companion, even uglier than now—impossible as that sounds. We must flee this cursed site."

Vritra declared; slaying the entity would be ideal, but flight sufficed otherwise.

Its attributes exceeded 100, though not entirely—it had morphed into an aberrant form.

'Evidently, full mutation at 100% triggers massive transformation.' Physical frailty lingered; locating the vulnerability could enable its demise.

"Shitless, scout around for oddities—we need to eliminate this fiend." Vritra instructed, valuing Shitless's partial immunity as a boon.

He slipped inside the tent, finding his wives in repose, seemingly spared the mutant's grip for now.

"Fine, if all else fails, I'll demolish it all—that never disappoints." He vowed resolutely, committed to safeguarding them.

Fierce loathing surged within at the sight of gashes on his wives' foreheads in memory.

Now or eventually, he would destroy it.

Vritra lingered, and soon Shitless dashed back, brimming with fervor.

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"PITIFUL ONE, IT'S… IT'S… NO MUTANT!!" HE YELLED.

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