Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 664 Rest

Vritra observed the cluster of individuals, trembling while the mutant corpses detonated around them.

He scanned the surroundings next, struggling to pinpoint his precise position, thus leaping from the deceased mutant's form,

he approached the gathering.

'Come here.' He commanded, causing Ming and Ergen to quiver before timidly stepping closer.

'Where am I?' Vritra inquired.

'T-This is Riverdel city, j-just the outskirts, though…' Ergen replied, his tone as heavy as always.

'I understand, did the bird come directly from over there?' Vritra asked, gesturing backward.

Ming and Ergen nodded swiftly, terrified that this man could actually end their lives.

'Alright, remain here.' With those words, Vritra pivoted, crimson energy erupting from his soles as he soared off.

In a flash, he vanished from view, leaving the group collapsing to the earth, desperately heaving for air.

His mere presence exerted an overwhelming oppression, nearly unbearable.

Thanks to his fresh powers, sustained flight was now within his grasp.

'They can't be too distant.' Vritra surveyed the area, his prior injuries fully mended by now.

Swiftly traversing Riverdel city's edge, each blast propelled him onward.

Soon enough, the cries of mutants reached his ears.

A battle appeared to be unfolding, and Vritra suspected his kin were clashing with the mutants.

Thus, he accelerated, yet nearing the scene revealed an odd spectacle—it truly was his family.

The pair of carriages dashed in tandem, women occupying the rear one, whereas Shitless and Onest rode the lead vehicle.

Shitless, resembling a mutant himself, had been bound to the exterior of the carriage.

Dozens of feral mutants wailed in panic, scattering from the carriage like it bore a deadly contagion, all due to Shitless.

Were even the mutants this frightened of him?

Yet Shitless clearly fumed at his restraint outdoors, hurling insults at Onest.

With a head shake, Vritra descended before the rapidly advancing carriages.

The panicked mutants were hurled aside as their forms exploded, the wolves halting with paws skidding on the snow.

'P-Pitiful one?!!' Shitless appeared rattled, then started pleading.

'T-This thief bound me, SOB if my Bullo were present, he wouldn't have the guts to act, you must thrash him.'

'Alright alright, I'll ensure he suffers.' Vritra severed the bindings, sending Shitless tumbling face-down into the snow.

The rest hurried forth as the carriages came to a sudden stop.

The women beamed with delight upon seeing him unharmed, each leaping into his embrace.

'Dear, are you okay?' Diana examined him for wounds and exhaled in relief.

'Yes, I'm alright, that player didn't harm you all, did he?' Vritra queried, his expression darkening.

Despite his severe wounds, he could still harbor hidden tactics.

'No, he fled amid the turmoil, I'm certain he headed to Riverdel city.' Vanessa responded, then elaborated.

Prior, through manipulation and hypnosis, she had glimpsed his recollections and learned of his destination.

'A beast cave or similar exists there, and he knows a major treasure will emerge soon, so he'll head there for sure. He derived much of his power from his followers, but they're eliminated now, so he may seek new puppets.' She continued.

'Yeah, he must've already escaped to Riverdel; I doubt he'd linger. Anyway, let's proceed there—we need intel on that location too.'

Boarding the carriages, they resumed their journey.

Morgan, gravely wounded by Teresa, had departed the city, seeking formidable subordinates or alliances with fellow players.

Vritra, reclining in Yennefer's lap, listened as she recounted the events following his blackout.

He marveled at Teresa's feat in injuring Morgan so severely.

Rising, he stroked her hair, grinning:

'Tess, you've done excellently. Some folks in this realm don't merit our mercy; we must discern them, and by eliminating such vermin, you'll protect the blameless.'

Tess agreed, nestling against him. Initially, it troubled her—inflicting harm on others was unthinkable before—but his reassurance eased her guilt.

'He's correct; if my spouse deems it so, then it is.' She reflected, resolving to aid in purging the wicked.

As they conversed, the carriages soon penetrated Riverdel city, reaching the site of the massive corpse shortly after.

'Woah, this beast is enormous!' Shitless glanced out and gasped.

Ming and Ergen remained rooted, too terrified to budge.

Only their faction's elite might fell such a creature—or perhaps not; Vritra was no average being.

'S-Sir, you're back!' They rushed forward as Vritra exited the carriage.

But astonishment struck as one gorgeous woman after another emerged, each beauty stunning their senses.

'Do you belong to an organization, or are you the chiefs?' Vritra asked, seeing potential in using them for local insights.

'W-We merely patrol here; we're not the leaders!' Ming answered hastily, both drenched in sweat.

Each squad boasted about 12 to 13 members, all quaking in dread.

'Understood; inform me about your factions, their strengths, the mutants' potency here, or any unique details you possess.' Vritra stated, arms crossed.

Shitless dashed over, booting the giant bird repeatedly, hoping for hidden loot.

Regrettably, none existed.

'Y-Yes, I'm Ergen from the Eagles, and this jerk—I mean Ming—is from Glasses. Our groups rank middling locally; unlike Doven, this city brims with peril. Plenty of fearsome mutants surpass that bird, hence we stick to the periphery.' Ergen explained.

'A-And there are mighty factions like the Doctors, the Cinema, and others. O-Oh, also, certain urban zones are off-limits per our leaders—trespassers perish—and there are mines, but uh, we lack deeper knowledge…'

Eager not to lag behind his rival, Ming blurted out.

'I see; who among you knows this area best?' Vritra probed.

Exchanging glances, they realized Vritra might intend to venture inward with one; neither wished to brave the hazards, so silence ensued.

Suddenly, a bald, menacing visage thrust between them, intoning ominously: 'One accompanies us, the other meets death…'

Uwaaaah!!

They leaped back in horror, poised to strike the mutant; previously, Shitless had escaped notice amid the women's allure.

'He's my ally; now, respond.' Vritra halted their assault, reiterating.

'I-I'll join you, sir! I know every corner here; I can assist with anything you need!!' Ergen declared rapidly.

'As if you'd do; nobody honors you—you're dubbed a cuck, mocked secretly. I'm ideal for this, sir; take me!!'

The duo bickered, prompting Vritra to roll his eyes—this monk thrived on disorder.

While they quarreled, he turned to note the group's fatigue from the recent clash.

Though healed, Vritra sensed his own weariness; the ordeal had been draining.

'Fine, settle that later; first, guide me to your quarters. We'll rest briefly.'

He rubbed his neck, muscles knotted. At least he'd slain that butcher in combat, delivering a lingering, agonizing end.

Contemplating it, he'd grown accustomed; claiming lives felt routine now, like a stroll.

'Yes sir, follow us; our base is nearby.'

Vritra's eyes shifted to the nearby tree, spotting the ascension path stone.

The pair prayed he overlooked it, but resigned with a sigh.

With a finger snap, the fruit-like stone hurtled to him.

He'd already given the Flame Body path to Fiona and the Mind Eye to Vanessa, better suiting her.

Through the sin system, Vritra could acquire paths aligning perfectly with him; his surge stemmed from Blood Demon's fit.

He examined the fresh stone.

[Metal Body Ascension Path!]

'Oh! Shitless, this suits you.' Upon noting its title, Vritra flung it to the monk.

Shitless snatched it, grinning broadly.

'Haha, thanks, pitiful one; regarding my prior plea…' he inquired, chafing his hands.

Vritra eyed the oblivious Onest, sighed, then assented—Onest deserved repercussions for mistreating the monk.

'Let's move; guide ahead, and don't scheme. I'll torment you to the point you'd beg for death, got it?'

Stoically, he warned; Ming and Ergen nodded vigorously.

The carriages trailed the sprinting squads; as evolvers, the pace taxed them little.

Quickly, they reached a structure where both groups lodged, prioritizing security over enmity.

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