Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 660 Evolution

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All at once, the heads of the three puppets burst apart as Vritra activated Blood Manipulation and Spiritual Burst simultaneously.

Notifications flashed in front of him, yet Vritra was far too drained to even glance at them.

His eyelids grew heavy, his link to his physical form beginning to fade.

This felt off, not merely from the merging process alone.

Through his barely open eye, he glanced at Morgan, who ought to be stunned from that recent devastating strike.

Similar to Butcher nearby, who hadn't perished but sensed his blood surging wildly inside.

Yet Morgan wore a smug smile, as if victory was within his grasp.

'What trick did he pull? Aiming to puppet me?' Vritra pondered, his mind racing erratically.

Even if he uncovered the issue, halting it seemed impossible, with just over four minutes remaining.

Moreover, the merging would soon impact the area around them, alerting Morgan inevitably.

A few more minutes—that's all Vritra needed to endure.

With a pained grunt, he rolled over and gradually lifted his shattered body upright.

Butcher, wracked by agony throughout his frame, lacked the chance for another ambush.

He remained rooted in place, immobile.

Had Vritra focused on him as well, his skull would have shattered too moments ago?

His pulse quickened further, breaths coming in ragged gasps amid the sharp torment in his torso.

'Heart attack?!!' Gripping his chest, he collapsed to the floor—it was undoubtedly Vritra's manipulation.

He commanded every bit of blood flowing within Butcher's veins.

Leaning on the spear for support, Vritra rose fully, his garments shredded and soaked in crimson.

Wounds marred his skin everywhere, although many were already mending.

Evomorph operated silently in the background.

It even countered the puppet thread's influence, delaying its progress substantially.

"COUGH B- Butcher, this is haa haa payback for the l- last time…" Vritra staggered toward the howling man, his imposing stature casting a shadow over him.

Yanking the spear free, Vritra thrust it into Butcher's flank, avoiding an instant kill.

"Aaaaaaaaah S- Stop ughhh damnit s- save me s- sir please help me…" Butcher pleaded, quaking in fear before Vritra.

Morgan merely stood by, arms folded, puzzled over the delay in seizing control of Vritra's form.

"S- Spare me I- I will be y- your slave COUGH please g- give me one chance ughhhh ahhhhhhh" Realizing Morgan wouldn't intervene.

He switched to begging Vritra, though scum like him deserved no mercy.

For his own twisted pleasure, he'd ruined countless lives once he gained power.

He'd even dared to scheme against Vritra, nearly wiping out his loved ones, and this swine still plotted his demise.

Lurking assaults and leering at his companions—Vritra had zero intention of letting him live.

Rotating the spear, he withdrew it, hauling out loops of intestines.

"Aaaaaaaah" Agonized screams echoed, but his mutated state kept death at bay.

Which turned out to be a torment for Butcher.

Vritra positioned the spear's point over Butcher's brow, then slid it downward in a straight line.

Slicing his form evenly, the edge first punctured his nostrils, then ripped his mouth, throat, torso, abdomen, and beyond.

Still, the cuts weren't severe enough for fatality.

'It's taking forever; he ought to be my puppet by now. Something's amiss.' Morgan scowled and chose to step in.

"Alright, that's enough. You've shown your worth, and I'm thrilled to add you to my crew.

Serve as my leader if you eliminate that lady and those two fellows." Morgan approached.

Should the initial effort fail, he'd simply retry.

Now, he intended to implant the parasite seed directly into his flesh, requiring only a touch to his skull.

Morgan advanced, while Vritra, appearing deaf to his words, persisted in tormenting Butcher.

Reaching Vritra's rear in haste, Morgan lifted his arm to deliver the blow when a tendril erupted from his shadow.

Utterly stunned, it lunged at his vision, though his reflexes allowed evasion.

Maeve manipulated the shadows, her figure blending seamlessly as she vanished with the group.

Morgan's brow furrowed—had these females chosen to act at last? Did they believe victory possible against him?

He retained his forty-five subordinates ready for command; perhaps desperation had cornered them.

"Fools…" He shook his head, but then a crimson surge erupted around Vritra.

Bizarre markings ignited across his skin, illuminating the entire area.

A torrent of blood surged, engulfing Vritra and spraying outward everywhere.

"Merging? Is he ascending? B- But how?" The deluge's power hurled Morgan back, his gaze bulging.

How was this man fusing with an Ascension Path amid combat?

Morgan's merging had spanned an entire day and proceeded flawlessly—what plagued this one?

'I recall tales of forced merging; did he risk that? Battling foes throughout?'

Astonishment gripped Morgan; what willpower and endurance did he hold?

Surviving such torment— no surprise those minor blows wounded him deeply, with most harm stemming from the fusion itself.

'I must end him now!!'

Taming him seemed hopeless, and full completion could yield unpredictable results.

Though assured in his power, he'd erred already, underestimating such a feat.

"ATTACK!!" He bellowed, enveloping the site in his domain instantly.

His frame shimmered with activated abilities, but abruptly, a cube of slender barriers enclosed him.

His movements halted briefly, an arm emerging from a panel to drive a blade into Morgan's neck.

This marked Teresa's debut in harming another directly; in this realm, she'd only aided Vritra by immobilizing foes at most.

Now, disregard for lives consumed her—Vritra was her sole priority.

And so, the gentlest being unleashed a storm of blades upon Morgan.

Morgan strained to shatter the confines, but Teresa expended her essence to spawn endless more.

Jamming additional knives into him relentlessly, rendering him skill-less and defenseless.

All Vritra's suffering stemmed from this villain, the agony he'd endured.

The thought ignited fury in Teresa, overwhelming her thoughts and soul with one burning intent.

Inflict maximum torment on Morgan, grant him an excruciating end.

As Teresa pinned Morgan down, the other women, alongside Shitless and Onest, shielded Vritra from the puppets during his transformation.

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