Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 657 The First Player

Vritra detected numerous auras encircling the carriages, furrowing his brow as he rose and stepped outside.

These individuals hadn't launched an immediate assault, leaving him curious about their intentions.

Upon exiting, he spotted precisely 52 figures encircling them, and one face seemed familiar.

Yet before Vritra could utter a word, notifications appeared in his vision.

[You have come in contact with a player!]

[Eliminate him to steal his ascension path and opportunities!]

[Player: Morgan]

[Ability: Domain]

[Ascension Path: Beast Surge]

While the notifications flickered across Vritra's sight, he felt stunned.

Had the player sought him out personally?

"Butcher, it's nice to meet you once more." Vritra initially glanced at the rugged fellow lurking timidly behind someone else.

That person was Morgan, the player. Towering even over Butcher with a massive frame, he gave off a feral vibe.

However, the disciplined formation of his followers revealed his commanding and wary disposition.

"You're still breathing?!! How in the world? Did all of you make it out alive? What the hell?!!" Butcher expressed genuine astonishment while eyeing the rest of the team.

Onest, Shitless, and the women had emerged from the carriages at this point.

But prior to further discussion, Morgan cut in and advanced.

"It appears you two are acquainted, and it confirms you're the one who wiped out the whole wolves' stronghold." His voice carried a note of admiration.

"And? What's your intention with this blockade?" Vritra inquired steadily, though concern gnawed at him slightly.

This opponent already possessed an ascension path, implying superior power compared to Vritra's.

Moreover, the encircling men exuded an odd detachment, devoid of feelings.

They resembled marionettes, suggesting his domain ability tied into controlling his followers.

'Is that the reason for hauling around so many?' Vritra reasoned, recognizing escape from the trap wouldn't be straightforward.

"I'll get straight to the point—why not join forces with me. You seem formidable, and you'd make an excellent addition to my forces." As he spoke, Morgan eyed his subordinates.

Not one matched Vritra's prowess yet, so enlisting him would bolster his collective might.

Besides, his ability relied heavily on his underlings; the more potent the puppets, the greater his power.

"But you look maxed out already." Vritra remarked, noting that besides Butcher, the other fifty appeared puppet-like.

The exact count of fifty hinted at his skill's cap.

"Sharp eyes, impressive. You could even lead as a commander in my ranks, excellent." Morgan approved with a nod.

Next, his eyes scanned the women nearby, leaving him visibly surprised—such stunning women existed here?

An urge surged to incorporate them into his ranks as well.

"Fine, I'm offering you a single opportunity to become my commander. Take out that masked woman and the two men, and I'll reserve a place for you."

Morgan declared evenly, gesturing at Teresa, Onest, and Shitless.

Vritra rolled his eyes before replying, "Sure, but first I want proof of your group's might, and surely you wish to witness my skills, correct?"

"Interesting? What do you propose?" Morgan's gaze sharpened.

"We're ten in total, and eliminating those three leaves seven. So why not allow me to battle seven from your side, plus that Butcher, making it eight opponents."

Vritra stated resolutely.

"…" Morgan's eyes narrowed further.

Betrayal or ditching allies—even kin—was commonplace in this end times.

Thus, Vritra's willingness to defect didn't faze him, but the terms did.

'Seems Butcher has bad blood with him. I could sacrifice the fool for gain, but why test my crew?'

Naturally, blind trust wasn't in his nature.

Adding a puppet required their submission first, explaining his delay before striking.

He considered the women again, pondering acceptance or leveraging their deaths for compliance.

Yet their allure and strength made disposal regrettable.

"Boss, I can handle him solo, just say yes hehe, and if I prevail, let me join and claim a couple of those ladies."

Butcher interjected hastily, fearing Morgan might harm the women.

He refused to repeat past errors; abandoning them haunted him.

Morgan never took foes lightly or dropped vigilance, but this target lacked an ascension path.

'I can gauge his combat ability directly, and tricks seem unlikely.'

Though not the top among players, his power was no trifle.

Through his skill, he wielded his men's abilities at will, enabling swift elimination of the women and Vritra if needed.

"Very well, take on those seven plus Butcher, but defeat means surrendering your will, becoming a mere empty shell.

Demonstrate your value, and I'll award you rank and some autonomy."

Morgan announced, fixating on Vritra and the women, poised to strike at any foul play.

"Killing you lot would be unfortunate, so stay in line." He warned.

Vritra acknowledged with a nod, his expression grave.

The peril was immense; a single slip could spell deaths, heightening his alertness.

He summoned the spear abruptly, startling Morgan, who speculated about a spatial power.

The companions retreated as Morgan and the seven advanced to confront Vritra together.

Their stats hovered around 90 points, unevenly distributed—not balanced like Vritra's.

Each had peaks and lows; high strength might mean weak speed or spirit.

Overwhelming them simultaneously would prove simple.

'Divine, how much time with the Blood Demon Ascension path?'

Vritra pondered internally, signaling his kin to withdraw cautiously.

Facing an unknown foe made the scenario hazardous.

Clearly, this was a trial.

"Integrating an ascension path takes time, but acceleration is possible, albeit risky and agonizing.

Endure it, and it'll finish in 30 minutes." Divine answered.

He continued, "However, the finale might alert others. Boost your stats just before then."

Vritra inhaled deeply, shutting his eyes with the spear's butt against the ground.

"Darling, stay safe…" Fiona whispered; they yearned to assist but knew meddling would worsen things.

Yasmine, Maeve, Yennefer—all brimmed with anxiety yet placed full faith in him.

"Poor soul, you've got this! Allow me to hex those swine specially." Shitless declared, starting an incantation.

"Haha, brother, you've thrived nicely, amassing quite the harem. Your judgment's spot on, brother."

Butcher boomed with laughter.

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