Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 667 Sick?

"Oh, you want us to do what?" Maeve inquired, her voice captivating the four men completely.

"Hahaha, quick, assist us in taking out those two guys, and we'll figure out the rest afterward." Fatty responded with a chuckle.

The two basket men and the terrified one stared at him in admiration, amazed by the sheer might of his superpower.

He had the ability to command an entire force of women who obeyed his every order, leaving them somewhat jealous.

Fortunately, they still had an opportunity to be with these stunning women.

"Kill them? Of course." Maeve agreed with a nod, her expression emotionless as she extended her hand ahead.

WHOOSH

Suddenly, two shadowy spikes erupted from the floor, stabbing right through the chests of the two unaware basket men.

UGHHHH COUGH

Blood spurted from their mouths as they were impaled against the wall. The wounds weren't fatal enough for instant death, so they stared in disbelief at Fatty.

Clearly, he was behind her abrupt assault on them.

"W- What are you doing? I meant the other two, damn it, fellows, it was an error. Hold on, you won't perish, there's a healer downstairs-" Fatty stammered as he rushed over to them.

Noticing the massive gashes, his complexion drained of color; even after escaping this area, they'd rely on one another.

'Or perhaps, if they actually kick the bucket, I can claim all the women for myself and have them guard me out there!' Wicked thoughts flooded his twisted mind, curling his lips into a grin.

"Keke, you know, never mind, it's pointless to save you at this point. So I'll mercifully end you fast." He crossed his arms over his chest and burst into laughter.

The frightened guy had once more hidden under the blanket, yet his legs lacked the power to flee.

"Finish it!" Fatty commanded, scowling since he couldn't spot the scared guy.

"Alright." Maeve acknowledged with a nod, and two more spikes burst upward from the ground.

KCCH

They impaled the stomachs of Fatty and the scared guy, fastening them to the wall while agonized cries echoed down the hallway.

"Urrrk COUGH COUGH Aaaaaah it hurts, damnit what d- did you do?!! I asked COUGH to k- kill them, not me ahhhhh so much b- blood…" Fatty howled as blood pooled beneath their feet.

"Oops, my bad." Maeve remarked, retracting the spikes so their forms slumped down, twisting in agony while attempting to stem the flow of blood.

Their vital organs had suffered severe damage as well.

"S- Shit, I didn't COUGH ask y- you to do that-" Fatty wailed, baffled as to why she wasn't obeying his directives correctly.

"Oh, my bad again." Maeve replied, and four fresh spikes surged forth, securing them once more to the wall with additional punctures.

The four men's shrieks alarmed the guards and folks downstairs, prompting them to rush upward.

As the mist cleared, the silhouettes of two figures emerged.

Vritra remained standing casually, his hands tucked into his pockets, while the cocky subleader sprawled in a puddle of his own blood.

His body bore innumerable punctures, his face twisted in horror, still quivering from the torment.

Vritra's brow furrowed while eyeing the impaled men; he was aware that his women's allure would draw plenty of unwanted eyes.

Yet that didn't require them to hold back—with him present, he'd torment to death any man who dared entertain such notions.

And these fools had dared.

"You thought to hypnotize my wife?" His eyes sharpened on Fatty, who immediately sensed a stabbing ache in his skull.

He let out a scream, as if spikes were being driven into his mind, all from just a look.

"W- What is going on?"

"Call Ming and Ergen here." Vritra instructed, retrieving a machete from his inventory and approaching the four men.

"Y- Yes sir!!" The guard replied hastily, terrified by the scene, and darted away swiftly.

The scared guy wept and implored mercy, pleading for clemency, but it was far too late.

His doom was determined the instant he consented to this scheme.

Amid the deafening cries of the five, the panicked Ming and Ergen showed up, trembling in fear.

Just a handful understood Vritra's actual power; even if they all assaulted him together, a single notion would slaughter them outright.

"S- Sir, forgive us, it is our fault!" Upon arrival, they dropped to their knees, banging their foreheads on the floor.

The five corpses lay savagely dismembered, with the torsos of four remaining affixed to the wall.

"Did I not make it explicit that I tolerate no trouble from your subordinates?" Vritra questioned, directing the machete their way and splattering blood across them.

"S- Sorry, we had no idea they'd attempt such a thing SOB everyone had been acting fine a- and…"

"Enough, I have no interest in your justifications." Vritra cut in, originally not intending to slay them over this but seeking some form of retribution.

His wives had retreated to the apartment, with Shitless and Onest now by his side.

"Pitiful one, allow me to handle their punishment, as long as I leave them breathing, correct?" Shitless suggested.

"Yeah right, they're under your watch now." Vritra agreed, then pivoted and headed into his apartment.

"Hehe, how about I experiment with my metal form on you lot? I required practice targets regardless, and mugger, you're serving me for a week—let's head to the lower levels."

Before long, wails reverberated through the floors below, though Ergen's rubber power spared him somewhat.

***

Following sufficient rest and a meal, it was time to press on.

They discovered this location was vastly more perilous than the earlier cities.

Nights posed particular threats, with bizarre mutants prowling the roads in search of prey.

Vritra had several spots to explore in the city, including the attribute stone caverns, the beast den, and eliminating Morgan.

Ultimately, Onest chose to take Ming, while Shitless opted for Ergen, as both could aid in their workouts.

Ergen served as the ideal sparring dummy, and Ming boosted agility drills.

"From now on, we must exercise extra caution; it'd be ideal if groups like the Doctors, the Cinema, or others avoid coming after us." Vritra stated while boarding the carriage.

As he aided his wife aboard, he observed Yasmine's face seeming somewhat altered.

"Wifey, is everything alright?" he queried, grasping her hand and easing her inside tenderly.

"Yes, I just—perhaps it's motion sickness, I feel queasy all of a sudden, but it's not a big deal." She answered, then flashed a warm smile to ease his worries.

"Let me check." Diana offered, clasping her hand.

Having evolved into a healer, and drawing from her prior expertise as a top potion maker, she held deep insight into human physiology.

Yasmine settled in and offered her arm, allowing the goddess to feel her pulse and probe her form with her power.

Her features shifted to bewilderment, worrying Vritra, then to astonishment.

"Uhm she isn't sick…" the goddess uttered deliberately, hesitating at the conclusion.

"That's reassuring then, probably just a fleeting bout of motion sickness, although as a dragon, you shouldn't suffer it." Vritra commented.

"Yes, it's not motion sickness either…" Diana broke in, drawing puzzled glances from them.

"Actually, she is pregnant!!"

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