Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 669 The celebration

Upon the balcony, Vritra examined the prizes he obtained from every one of the 101 draws.

[14 Strength, 20 Agility, 18 Endurance, 20 Spiritual, 16 Free Attribute Points]

"Not bad, that's plenty of attribute points. I wonder if evolution happens after reaching 200." Vritra muttered to himself.

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[Stats]

(Strength: 146)

(Agility: 153)

(Endurance: 148)

(Spiritual: 202)

{Free Attribute: 16}

』

{Sin Points: 676}

'No evolution at 200 points, I suppose. At least my Spiritual stat has surpassed 200 already.' The upcoming fight promised great peril, demanding every bit of power he could muster.

Particularly at this moment, to safeguard the dragoness.

Returning inside, he reunited with his wives amid the festivities, where a feast of dishes had been laid out.

"Wifey, here's something from your brother for you." Vritra stated, passing her a plain paper adorned with odd markings.

"Divine?" Her eyes widened in surprise as she accepted the paper, which promptly crumbled into ashes and vanished.

"Huh? Did it actually work?" Yasmine sensed no alteration within herself.

"It should have…" Vritra answered, uncertain about it himself.

"Of course, it worked. Try poking her skin with a pin or whatever." Divine interjected abruptly.

With a furrowed brow, Vritra explained it to her first, and Yasmine urged him to give it a go.

Pulling out a knife, he attempted to prick her skin, but as the blade neared, sparks erupted and a protective barrier materialized.

In an instant, Yasmine vanished and reappeared directly behind Vritra.

"Oh!"

"Told you so—no matter what happens, entrust her protection to that charm. Nothing on that world can hurt her." Divine declared with assurance.

'Thank you.' Vritra conveyed, genuinely appreciative.

This reassurance soothed them greatly, securing Yasmine's and their child's safety, allowing them to advance without worries.

Now, Vritra felt even more driven to complete this game swiftly; he had no desire for Yasmine to deliver their baby in this place.

"Wifey, how much time until then?" Vritra inquired, softly stroking her cheek.

"As a dragon, it'll be about a year—similar to humans, only slightly extended." She responded.

'One year… We must defeat the players and conquer this game within that timeframe.' He pondered.

Next, he distributed the weapons he'd recently acquired.

Vritra claimed the spear for himself, as the rest didn't fit his style, though he stashed a few for potential crises.

"Yenni, take this one." He then presented the Elemental Core Ascension Path to Yennefer.

"Thank you, husband." The empress replied, gazing at him with deep affection.

She yearned to bear his child soon, savoring the same bliss Yasmine now enjoyed.

She wasn't alone; Vanessa eyed Vritra with the same longing.

…

Watching the group revel in the occasion, Divine shut off the view before him and turned his attention elsewhere.

"Can't hold back anymore, eh? Things are about to heat up." With a stretch of his arms, Divine rose to his feet.

Her departure didn't shock him; what amazed him was how long she'd restrained herself.

"Time to head out—staying trapped here is exhausting." He strolled through the boundless white expanse, a wide grin spreading across his features.

He anticipated the gods' reactions when their meticulously crafted game and efforts crumbled to nothing.

The deity who dragged the Zoratian planet into this mess likely remained oblivious—or indifferent—to the presence of the Divine's successor.

Such misfortune; once chaos erupted, those gods would face consequences too.

Abruptly, a door shimmered into existence ahead of Divine; passing through it, he vanished.

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As a full day elapsed and the sun rose anew, Vritra and his companions prepared to depart.

"Heh, you must be thrilled to reunite with your cherished wife." Ergen teased.

"Tsk, I'd prefer staying put here, sigh…" Ming rubbed his temple; wedding that kind of woman had been a grave error.

At first, the thrill of stealing her from Ergen—after all his efforts—had been exhilarating.

Yet, once he tasted the sting of his wife's treachery, only remorse and a lifelong foe remained.

BANG

"Move it, slaves." Shitless lashed them with his whip, startling the pair into jumping.

"Slaves stay silent until their mighty master permits speech—did you seek my approval first?" he bellowed.

"M- Master, may we speak now?" Ergen pleaded; fortunately, his ability dulled the pain.

"Hmph, you dare challenge me?! You're begging for punishment!!" Shitless whipped them once more, drawing cries of agony.

He cackled wildly throughout, utterly immersed in the role.

Internally, the duo cursed him—wasn't he the one who prompted them to question?

'This bald freak just thrashes us no matter what. And what's with him? Why's he red and so… grotesque?'

"What? Why stare at me like I'm repulsive?" Shitless demanded, swinging the whip again.

"Enough—time to go." Vritra cut in, boarding his carriage.

Vritra reclined in Teresa's lap, the bashful goth mommy offering him treats and planting sweet kisses into his mouth occasionally.

The carriage advanced swiftly, with Ming and Ergen at the forefront guiding the way.

From the intel he'd gathered, Ming's glasses organization possessed a cavern filled with attribute stones.

Thus, they aimed to head there initially, boosting their power maximally before clashing with major factions.

Mutants occasionally charged at the carriage, only to have their heads exploded.

"How distant is their base?" Vritra queried.

"He said around six kilometers or so, and post-apocalypse, this area has expanded enormously." Maeve answered.

Her shadow power excelled at stealth or eavesdropping from afar.

"I see." He straightened up and peered through the window; the city lay in utter devastation.

Structures crumbled, streets shattered, all blanketed in snow.

Yet, the chill appeared to ease bit by bit, with snowfall ceasing entirely.

"Seems the snow's starting to thaw gradually." He remarked quietly.

Then, he scowled; rather than following the map directly, Ming and Ergen veered them onto a side route.

"Is there an issue with this route?" he probed.

"Yes, Ergen noted this area's labeled a no-go zone by their factions." The demoness explained.

She monitored the two men closely.

"Hmm, once we gain more influence, we'll tackle these restricted areas as well." Vritra resolved, as they pressed onward.

Having journeyed several kilometers and slain numerous mutants en route, the carriages halted.

"Have we arrived?" Vritra rose and glanced out, spotting the path obstructed ahead.

It looked like a deliberate barrier erected by humans, with multiple figures stationed there.

"Are they demanding a toll, or planning an assault?" Vritra pondered while stepping from the carriage.

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