Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 652 Ascension Path

Within Doven City, the very place Vritra had stepped into after braving the hanging bridge and barely surviving the ordeal at the military base.

Close to the city's heart, hidden away in an underground facility.

A burly man who resembled a butcher was seated at a round table with a fellow who appeared frail and somewhat delicate.

The pair engaged in lively conversation and hearty laughter, sipping wine while women attended to their needs.

"Hahaha, brother, you've got quite the silver tongue—it's always a blast coming here to drink with you." The butcher let out a booming laugh, downing yet another glass of wine.

"T- T- The p- p- pleasure is m- m- mi- mine." Xander, the leader of the wolves, struggled with a severe stammer.

"Anyway, I made this trip just to pass on some news. Stay clear of Linden for now—it's been stripped bare, and only the toughest factions are left there."

Leaning in with a wide grin, he continued:

"And on my way back last time, I spotted a group crossing the bridge. I hurled a woman at it and roused the dormant mutant—hahaha, their faces were hilarious, though the bridge did collapse."

Xander nudged the shorter man standing next to him, who was deeply engrossed in guzzling wine.

He went by the name Junior, and thanks to his unique power, he could read Xander's thoughts, serving as his voice.

"Do- oo wiii," Xander uttered in his odd manner, but Junior nodded and wiped his lips.

"Boss means, I get it. I was already set on heading to Riverdel anyway," Junior relayed.

"Hehe, this fellow's really useful, but chatting straight with you is way more entertaining. Oh yeah, what a shame—that bunch had six or seven women, all absolute stunners, sigh."

The butcher genuinely regretted having to eliminate them.

Even a brief glance at their features had captivated him completely.

"Ooh iiee boo," Xander mumbled, nudging Junior once more.

"Boss says, I've got some women here—you're welcome to take them if you'd like," Junior conveyed.

"No need, but I'd like to pick up a fresh batch of wolves if they're prepared; otherwise, I'll swing by later." The butcher rose to his feet as he spoke.

"Yeah, the latest batch isn't ready yet," Junior replied in a rush.

After a bit more exchange, the butcher departed, and Xander stepped out of the room, his gaze sweeping over his collection of slaves.

A gleam of dark pleasure shone in his eyes as Junior lost himself in the booze.

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Vritra and his wives stayed confined in their apartment for hours on end, and only when utter exhaustion set in did the intense session finally halt.

Following some rest and a meal, they at last chose to venture out from the structure.

Dusk was settling in outside, with Shitless and Onest, true to form, squabbling as usual.

That's when Vritra finally checked the notifications he'd overlooked from the day before in his rush.

[You have obtained Mind Eye Ascension Path!]

"Hmm, Mind Eye? Ascension Path? What's this about now?" Vritra furrowed his brow, anticipating the explanation he knew would follow.

"Once your mutation hits 100%, you pick a specific path for your next evolution stage, one that aligns with your core ability. The Ascension Path becomes essential after reaching your growth cap."

Divine clarified, making it clear that such paths were rewards from vanquishing rare beasts.

"Got it, but my power ties into blood, and the other is pure evolution—will this even fit?" he probed further.

"It will suit you fine. You can hold off or activate it now; more choices will come later. But with Evomorph, you'll unlock several paths, so hold out until all your stats max at 100," Divine suggested.

"Alright, appreciate it." He responded, noting how Divine had proven reliable since that trial where he'd rescued Teresa.

Once done, he shared the details of the Ascension Path with his wife, even if he didn't fully grasp it yet.

They pressed on, guided by the map, only to find themselves on a street that didn't match the layout.

"Huh? Seems the planet's geography has shifted for real—survivors are tucked away so well, it's tough to track them down." Vritra let out a sigh.

Maeve's ability ensured they moved without a hitch.

The snow had ceased entirely at some stage while they were stuck in the military base.

And now, the ice appeared to be thawing gradually.

"That building shows no signs of mutants inside, so survivors must be holed up there," Fiona observed, pointing it out.

"Or it could be a formidable mutant lurking," Yennefer chimed in.

"Let's investigate."

The team altered course and soon drew near the structure.

All windows were sealed tight, blocking any view inside, confirming the presence of people.

"Hold fire unless they strike first," Vritra instructed prior to stepping inside.

Naturally, the ground floor stood empty, and the staircase was barricaded solidly with wires and steel pipes.

Yet they posed no barrier; with minimal effort, Vritra cleared a path through.

Upstairs in the building, a handful of guards on the lower levels got wind of the intrusion.

A few dashed back to alert the rest, while the others melted into the shadows, poised to halt the trespasser—be it human or beast.

"Halt right there!" A man's voice echoed, gripping what sounded like a weapon.

"Hey, we're not here with bad intentions—" Vritra advanced a step, aiming for a soothing tone.

"Stay back, you scum! Did that stuttering fool Xander dispatch you to fetch more fodder for your wolves?!!" An furious woman's shout followed.

In moments, scores of shadows assembled at the stairwell's far end.

They looked primed for battle, yet their words suggested they weren't the vile sort.

Thus, Vritra held back and replied:

"I'm not with the wolves or the Big Bang Colony. I hail from Doven and just need directions to the wolves' base."

His statement caught them off guard, but suspicion lingered as they kept their defenses up.

"And what's your business with the wolves if you're truly an outsider? Planning to sign up?" A middle-aged woman inquired.

"No, I've got to wipe out that human trash. Point me the way, and I'll be on my way," Vritra pressed.

"Hah, as if your lot could take them down—they're no longer human, worse than those foul mutants even," a woman grumbled.

"If you're dead set on finding them, make for that large hospital you can see afar. Their hideout's buried underground, but get near, and I'm betting he'll show to deceive you."

The earlier man advised, though he pondered if this group was pulling some ruse.

Vritra's eyes sharpened; even in the gloom, he could sense the man's pulse, verifying no deceit.

"Okay, thanks. See? Simple enough." With that, he pivoted and departed.

The others hung back a moment longer, but Vritra had indeed vanished.

"Think he's seriously going after the wolves? This isn't one of their schemes, is it?"

"Why not let me shadow them on the sly? I'll spot any lies quick."

A woman volunteered.

"Go ahead, but stay sharp—your power should keep you undetected anyway."

She bolted downstairs and slipped away outside without delay, after which they fixed the barricade and hunkered down.

Her ability didn't grant invisibility, but it dulled her presence to the point where, even standing right in front of someone, they'd simply overlook her.

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Thanks for reading... adios