Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 655 To The Riverdel

A rope woven from blood materialized in Vritra's grasp, plunging right into the feet of Junior and Xander, who let out agonized cries.

Striding across the scattered remains of dozens of slain foes, Vritra left the hall behind and ventured deeper into the facility.

Distant snarls echoed around him, hinting at a large pack of wolves lurking within the base.

Before long, Vritra reached a massive iron gate; with a single powerful kick, it shattered and soared away.

Screams erupted from within immediately, as hundreds of trapped survivors huddled together in desperation.

Terrified by the sudden flood of harsh light, the captives appeared gaunt and covered in injuries.

Clearly, these captors had viewed them merely as slaves or mere fodder for the wolves.

"Calm down."

Vritra's booming command echoed through the vast chamber.

The group fell silent, though fear lingered in their eyes as they blinked against the brightness.

At last, their vision cleared to reveal Vritra hauling two men behind him, and a collective gasp rose upon recognizing them.

Countless victims had been thrown to the wolves, alongside a litany of other atrocities; everyone here had endured treatment far worse than beasts.

These two stood as the primary offenders, and the initial shock among the survivors swiftly ignited into fury.

"I've already thrashed these two—do with them as you please."

Vritra announced, flinging Junior toward the crowd.

Hesitation gripped the people at first, but then one let out a feral roar and charged ahead.

He unleashed a barrage of kicks and punches on Junior, who wailed and futilely shielded himself.

Quickly, the others' anger surged, and they joined in, savagely ripping into Junior's form.

Xander watched in horror as Junior suffered gruesome wounds—limbs torn, flesh shredded.

Yet such punishment paled against the horrors he had inflicted.

Vritra then pulled Xander aside, steering him toward the wolves' enclosure.

Secret delight filled Xander; nearing the wolves meant unleashing his deadliest power on this lot.

He believed the pack could slaughter them all, so he amped up his feigned suffering.

Halting just outside, Vritra looked to his mother, who gave a nod and ensnared Xander with her hypnotic influence.

Preserving the wolves remained their goal, prompting Vritra's caution; otherwise, he'd have ended them outright.

He forced the door wide, unveiling over forty snarling adult wolves facing the intruders.

Yet calm washed over the beasts as Vanessa compelled Xander to deploy his ability, thereby seizing control of the entire pack.

"Honey, it's done."

Vanessa smiled, undaunted by the peril of this outpost.

She preferred standing by her son here over fretting back on Zoratian planet.

This way, she could lend him her aid.

"Onest, toss him in there too?"

Vritra suggested, eyeing the wolves that towered at least to his height.

Numerous carriages dotted the area, solving their transport needs for now.

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[Stats]

(Strength: 87.7)

(Agility: 90.8)

(Endurance: 90.3)

(Spiritual: 100)

{Free Attribute: 0}

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{Sin Points: 14,924}

Checking his status, Vritra noted the sharp rise from slaying the base's men and the mutants encountered en route.

He neared the 100 threshold across the board.

Activating the ascension path beckoned, feasible now with one stat at max, though delaying promised greater gains.

Onest hauled the shrieking Xander, whose pounding head prevented any skill activation.

Shortly, the survivors he had tormented shredded his body, repaying every torment in kind.

"Husband, perhaps we should push on to the next city—these wolves move swiftly."

Yennefer whispered, staring at the hulking mutants.

"True, but eight would suffice for us. What about the extras?"

Vritra pondered.

Harvesting sin points from them tempted him, yet it felt wasteful.

"Th-Thank you for rescuing us…"

The survivors emerged from the grand hall at last, dropping to their knees before Vritra.

Having purged the entire stronghold single-handedly marked him as immensely powerful—their sole hope.

"Hmm, anyone here know the military base's location?"

He pivoted to inquire.

"Y-Yes, I do…"

A man rose swiftly; several in the group shared that knowledge.

"C-Can we come with you? We'll handle any tasks you need…"

They begged, though Vritra couldn't possibly escort them all.

"Sorry, but you'd perish quicker in my company. Still, stay here if you wish, or head to the military base—it's secure. Some wolves can carry you there."

Vritra stated resolutely; their pleas tugged at him, but travel with them was impossible.

No one desired lingering in this accursed site, haunted by lost loved ones.

All opted for the wolves to ferry them to the military base, their pace ensuring a swift journey.

Dangers would persist, yet freedom trumped enslavement under those wolf-masters.

Shitless and Onest aided the departure, commandeering the spare wolves and carriages.

Once the survivors vanished, just the ten of them lingered.

"Time for us to move too—the map points to Riverdel next."

Vritra declared, surveying the two carriages.

One for him and his wives, harnessed to six wolves; the other for Shitless and Onest, with two.

Fewer wolves could manage his ride, but extras provided security.

Wasting no moments, they boarded, and Vanessa directed the wolves into motion.

The clamor drew hordes of mutants, ideal for Vritra to rack up sin points and build power.

The covert woman who had spied on the events remained hidden throughout.

Witnessing the freed captives depart, followed by Vritra's crew, left her utterly stunned.

Joy sparked in her gaze next—a mere handful had dismantled the entire operation.

Springing to her feet, she dashed away to relay this vital update.

…

Hours after their exit, Butcher led the player and his sizable entourage to the wolves' lair.

The gateway yawned open, blood's foul odor hanging thick in the air.

The player scowled, unnerving Butcher, who stammered:

"X-Xander, the boss who tamed the wolves must've tossed some folks to them recently—that's the source of the smell, haha…"

Delving into the subterranean hideout, faces twisted at the sight of mangled, blood-soaked bodies strewn everywhere.

In the hall, Xander's mutilated remains lay, scarcely identifiable.

"Th-That's… he was perfectly fine not long ago—I even spoke with him. This carnage screams human, not mutant."

Butcher whispered in dread, trembling uncontrollably.

His earlier swagger had evaporated.

"Hmm, human hands did this—likely that formidable figure I've heard whispers of."

The player mused with a frown, tracing the subtle trails that plunged him into contemplation.

One path veered toward Riverdel, the other reversed, a clear ploy to mislead.

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