Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 666 Snacks

Vritra carefully placed Yasmine aside so the dragoness could recover, as she appeared utterly exhausted right after that single encounter.

It marked the initial one.

Next, he shifted his attention to his wives, sparking yet another session of ecstasy that extended the bath considerably.

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In the hallway one level beneath Vritra's quarters, the folks from Ming and Ergen's squad were simply chatting about the fresh arrivals.

A handful had caught brief sights of the ladies and nearly lost their minds.

Even though they remained tightly knit, during the end times, everyone harbors their private schemes.

For their ambitions, they'd readily eliminate kin or companions, and plenty among them nursed wicked intentions too.

Yet due to the stern cautions issued by Ming and Ergen, they were compelled to keep their distance.

Five individuals glanced about cautiously, each holding a pair of baskets.

"A-Are you certain this is okay? Ergen cautioned us repeatedly…" whispered a fellow in a blue outfit, belonging to the Eagles group.

"No worries, you likely haven't laid eyes on those females. Once you have, you'd be pushing me to press on with the scheme." The basket bearer replied hastily.

"Yeah, they're incredibly stunning; I've never encountered such beauty before.

Compared to them, past models and stars seem like repulsive crones—it's astonishing that beings like them truly exist."

The second basket carrier murmured.

The notion belonged to the duo hauling the baskets, whose insides stayed concealed.

However, Vritra's crew included three males, rendering the pair insufficient for any real action alone.

They enlisted three more, including one whose power aided in stealthy approach, since Ming and Ergen had placed safeguards to block access upstairs.

A plump, lecherous man who eagerly consented possessed a depraved ability; his crafted smoke devices could swiftly enchant females.

Those ladies would then view the chubby one as their beloved.

Precisely for that reason, they merely needed to handle the trio of men and bewitch the women.

As the globe's inhabitants pursued their desires unchecked, these men had behaved properly until now, but restraint had vanished.

Immediately afterward, they'd escape and vanish from the region. Amid doomsday chaos, who'd risk pursuit?

"B-But surely there's a motive for Ergen and Ming guarding them; w-we ought to head back…" the timid fellow mumbled.

The basket duo and the hefty one all smacked their brows, whereas the remaining member strode indifferently.

He served as the group's primary combatant and a deputy chief; he simply resented Vritra and his allies receiving such privileges.

He aimed to verify if the women matched the allure the basket pair described.

"Foolish, Ming and Ergen are obviously deceiving those fellows. Bet they're scheming similarly, coveting the women themselves, but we'll strike first." The rotund man responded.

Without requiring the nervous one's stealth talent to bypass, they wouldn't have included him.

Ascending the steps quietly, the quartet halted and eyed the reluctant man, who then cloaked them in a shroud.

It utterly wiped their aura and rendered them unseen.

This talent had preserved the fearful man's existence repeatedly, including when mutants consumed his relatives—he merely huddled in the shadows, weeping.

Three sentries stood by the staircase, appearing weary from the all-night vigil.

They were likely on the verge of rotating with replacements.

The quintet crept onto the level, pausing only in front of one of the pair of entrances.

"They ought to be in there." The deputy leader uttered; just two chambers were in use.

From the alternate, he discerned only the clamor of two males clashing.

"Whoa, does that mean all seven beauties are his?!! Man, that fortunate jerk—I'm seething with envy; I'll make him suffer for monopolizing them!!" The plump one exclaimed, his flabby face quivering with fury.

Confirming the watchmen couldn't spot them, the basket holders advanced.

KNOCK KNOCK

Grinning broadly, they rapped and lingered.

Faint steps echoed, followed by the portal swinging open to display a strikingly attractive male, his locks slightly damp.

Vritra regarded the pair; he'd hastily clothed himself post their fervent soak.

He noted the baskets they clutched, prompting an immediate scowl; securing the door after him, he queried:

"Yes? What brings you here?"

"Oh haha, nothing much, fine sir—we're here on Ming's orders to bring some treats your way; he spoke highly of you." One fellow quipped slyly.

Earlier, his focus had locked on the women, blurring his view, but this man was excessively good-looking.

Juxtaposed against him, their spirits soured abruptly—no surprise so many females clustered around.

Yet lacking the might to safeguard them, mere appearance wouldn't suffice. Their resolve to slay Vritra hardened instantly.

'Sigh, scum always emerges; the end times have unleashed these folks' dark sides—such vile swine.' Vritra mused, his eyes flicking over the unseen veil.

The jittery man froze, his stare locking briefly with Vritra's.

'H-He noticed me? Impossible, yeah? Mere chance—this power's impenetrable…' His pulse raced wildly; regret over joining flooded him.

"I have no interest; depart." Vritra stated, positioned squarely at the threshold.

"Haha, at least check Ming's gift, or he'll chew us out—supplies are tight, just accept it." The man insisted, yanking aside the basket's cover to expose numerous dark, bomb-like orbs.

"Sir, sample these; you'll adore them for sure!!" He declared, hurling the device at Vritra, as the deputy lunged sword drawn.

With full force, he aimed to sever Vritra's head in a lone strike.

The explosive burst silently, shrouding half the passage in pale mist.

Portions wafted into the suites; now the basket men were convinced the women within were ensnared.

And would heed solely them.

Post-enchantment, they'd deploy the ladies to eliminate the remaining duo.

CLANG

Metal clashing resounded through the opaque haze; the basket pair and stout one erupted in guffaws.

Convinced of triumph. Then the entrance parted as Diana and Maeve emerged.

"Here they come!! They're ours now, and that fellow's done for too—just one task left!" The hefty one crowed, his cackle sinister.

"Ladies, come assist in slaying those two men, then…" A basket bearer commanded, his mirth echoing.

The fearful one hung back but pondered if joining proved wise after all.

Beaming, he advanced, anticipating a share of the spoils.

"Oh? You wish us to what?" Maeve inquired, her tone ensnaring the quartet.

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