Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 647 The Mine

"PITIFUL ONE, IT IS… IT IS… NOT A MUTANT!!" The monk yelled out while dashing frantically toward Vritra.

His breathing came in heavy gasps, and his wide eyes bulged even more.

"Not a mutant? What exactly are you saying?" Vritra questioned, stepping outside from the tent.

"That's right, it's no mutant at all—th- this very spot has gained awareness, the entire camp!!" Shitless explained, rubbing his head in confusion.

"The camp itself acts as the beast, so what did you actually discover?" Vritra struggled to accept the idea.

"Follow me, and I'll reveal it to you." The monk pressed, yet Vritra refused to abandon his wives so easily.

Slow on the uptake though he was, Shitless caught on quickly and blurted, "Why don't I watch over this area while you inspect the doctor's tent? You'll understand everything once you arrive there."

Vritra gave a nod before sprinting off toward the doctor's tent.

The distance was short, allowing him to reach it in moments, but right before entering, a voice rang out:

"Pitiful one, what brings you here?"

Vritra jumped in shock, spinning around to spot Shitless positioned nearby—impossible for him to have arrived that fast.

'Hold on, then who guarded the tents earlier?' A chill swept over Vritra's frame; without pausing to verify the identity, he rushed straight back to his family.

Intense fear gripped his chest—he really ought to have lingered until they stirred.

Upon reaching the spot, however, he found Shitless posted there, protecting the tent exactly as before.

"Have you witnessed it? You returned in a flash." The monk had been sketching patterns on the dirt with his toes and leaped away in alarm when Vritra popped up abruptly.

"Huh? Are you the real Shitless?" Vritra scowled, his mind throbbing.

"Who but the mighty me could it be?" Shitless boasted with pride.

Vritra dashed inside the tent, sighing in relief at the sight of his wives resting soundly.

Emerging once more, he froze at the view of two crimson figures resembling mutants locked in stares.

"Whoa, that's me again—or maybe it's a reflection?" The left Shitless remarked.

"Huh? Have I unlocked some unique power? Can I duplicate myself now?" The right Shitless wondered aloud.

'What in the world is happening? Which of these is genuine?' Vritra eyed them both, identical in every detail.

"Shitless?" He called, only for both to reply simultaneously.

"Yes?"

"Uh, are you Shit Sonia?" Vritra probed, figuring it wouldn't take much to spot the true Shitless.

"No, I'm not!" The left one denied.

"No!" The right one shot back.

"Tell me your bull's name—left one, you go first." Vritra instructed, gripping his spear firmly.

"Bullo!"

"Now, what's the name of my closest companion? Right one, respond." Vritra pressed on.

"Zengis!"

"…" Vritra stood speechless, baffled at how an impostor could recall such details.

Suddenly an idea struck him, and he commanded: "You two, clasp hands immediately."

Surprise flickered across both faces, followed by mutual glances.

The left one seemed puzzled, whereas the right displayed revulsion, like being told to dip a hand into sewage.

Vritra didn't hesitate and thrust his spear into the right one's shoulder.

"Ughh, h- how did you figure it…" The figure staggered away, its shape shifting into the general's.

"Peter?" Vritra blinked in astonishment—why would this man pull such a stunt?

"Explain yourself! Why impersonate Shitless?" He jammed the spear's edge to the man's neck and demanded answers.

"Haa. End me now—doom awaits everyone in this place, no survivors. You never should've shown up." He collapsed feebly to the earth.

Vritra held off on finishing him, eager to hear the full story first.

"If death's what you crave, why not share your secrets beforehand?" Vritra suggested, easing the spear slightly.

"…Fine then, I'll stake everything on you at this point.

Chatting with that doctor has marked you for trouble—that's why she, or whatever possesses her form, dispatched me." Peter revealed.

"This base was meant to rescue folks when the apocalypse hit. Yet we overlooked the mine buried beneath, until the whole site morphed into… into this abomination.

It draws victims in solely to feed on their slumber and visions, growing ever more vibrant.

Those gifted with healing powers make prime targets, ones it seizes outright, just like the unfortunate doctor pair."

Vritra grasped the core of the matter well enough.

'Seems I must explore that mine to end this nightmare.' He mused, knowing Shitless's presence shielded his kin from the mutant.

The creature had even dispatched the general to mimic the monk, aiming for Vritra to slay him—how desperately did mutants shun Shitless?

"Remain here; I'll investigate." Vritra declared, hauling the general upright.

"Assist me, and we can rescue all these souls." He stated gravely.

The general agreed with a nod; the injury proved minor enough not to slow him.

They departed swiftly, leaving Shitless to stand watch.

…

The doctor strode back and forth beyond her large tent, appearing deeply troubled.

"Doc, I've returned." The general announced, approaching with steady calm.

"What happened? Did he eliminate that bald fool? Tell me he did—we can't tolerate his kind around." She demanded.

"Indeed, he's dealt with, though far more crucial is the true healer present." Peter replied.

"Really?!! Take me to them without delay."

The pair departed just as Vritra emerged, entering the tent where a shocking scene awaited.

Beyond the massive pit in the floor, emptiness reigned, with endless veins snaking from its depths.

"A genuine mine after all—could severing every vein destroy it?" He pondered, opting to explore before acting.

Avoiding contact with the veins, he leaped down into the shaft, far deeper than anticipated.

Faint light illuminated the space, walls encrusted thickly with crystals.

These gems glowed pale blue, pulsing out energy without cease.

"Is this its core? Such an abundance of crystals." Vritra neared the wall and yanked free a single one.

His immense power made the task simple.

Attempting to draw in its essence yielded nothing; frowning, he examined the crystal closely.

After rinsing it clean and…

BITE

He crunched into the crystal, which split apart, dissolving away entirely as Vritra swallowed the fragments.

[You have obtained 1 spiritual attribute!]

"Whoa, attributes from these things?!!" Vritra burst out, thrill surging through him abruptly.

Yet he paused to consider: with several such caverns, humanity's power would skyrocket.

Particularly the ten players—they had to surpass him vastly already.

Strengthening relentlessly was essential, until he could crush them effortlessly; this marked only the start.

"All of it belongs to me!!" He felt certain that consuming everything would eradicate the monster too.

Without delay, Vritra started devouring the crystals, ripping them loose one by one from the wall.

CRACK CRACK

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