Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 681 Letting go

As Vritra departed from the mine, he scanned the surrounding slum district, where the residents endured truly wretched living conditions.

Countless individuals hadn't tasted food for days, and lifeless corpses lay scattered everywhere.

This grim scene stirred deep sympathy within him, all the more so because of his intense loathing for the gods.

'Could that woman surpass the gods in power? Or might she be a demigod as well?' Vritra pondered silently.

Yet, with a shake of his head, he attempted to drive her from his mind, only to discover it was completely futile.

'Do I truly recognize her somehow?'

Regardless, his immediate task was to head back to his family and hand over those crystals.

He checked his status panel, and the impressive figures spread a broad smile across his face.

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[Stats]

(Strength: 380.6)

(Agility: 278.3)

(Endurance: 272.8)

(Spiritual: 315.3)

{Free Attribute: 16}

』

'Oh yeah, I've accumulated over a million Sin Points. I'll pull for lots later, but first, I need to escape this spot. Hmm.' He surveyed the expansive grounds controlled by this group.

Though his power level was impressive, he had no intention of charging forward without caution.

Such recklessness would prove idiotic if hordes of players or formidable mutants lurked nearby.

'Infinite Evolution Ascension Path, let's activate that!' The thought of his recent Ascension Path struck him suddenly.

With a single mental command, his form started transforming at breakneck speed.

Vast wings erupted from his back, shredding his attire as they extended outward dramatically.

Vritra now possessed the ability to reshape his physique at will, far superior to the Internal Shuffle skill in versatility.

Certain boundaries remained, but he felt confident he could swell into a colossal giant or acquire any desired physical trait if he chose.

'Alright, departure time.' Leaping upward, Vritra launched himself into the heavens.

Flight felt clumsy at the outset, but he adapted swiftly and accelerated with ease.

'I'm clueless about my exact location right now. Should I snag someone for interrogation?' Soaring aloft, he peered down at the minuscule figures of people below.

Then he plummeted earthward, retracting his wings while his velocity surged to dizzying heights.

WHOOSH

'So, as I mentioned, a fresh female survivor has shown up in the slu—huh? Where'd that fool vanish to? Tsk, I'll report him. Did tales of a woman make him bolt or what?' The guard muttered, shaking his head in annoyance.

'Uwaaaaaaah!!' The second guard was already airborne, clutched in Vritra's grip as he whisked him off.

'S-Save meeeeee, mutant, it's a mutant!!' he bellowed in terror.

'Quiet down, I'm human.' Vritra snapped, though his exterior mimicked human flesh.

'Uh oh, h-human? Why snatch me? You with the Doctors? SOB Save meeeeee—Kaghhh.' Words cut off as he bit his tongue sharply.

Once they'd flown a safe distance, Vritra halted midair.

'Just respond to my queries, and I'll release you. Refuse to talk or fib, and I'll still set you free!' He issued the ominous warning.

'Y-Yekkk, I'll goo ik—COUGH ughhh, fine, I'll comply.' The man bobbed his head frantically.

'Excellent. Now spill: What group was that back there? Which way lies Blood Fang's base? Any potent mutants in the vicinity?' Vritra interrogated.

'W-We belong to the Cinema, and b-Blood Fang lies… over there. No clue on mutants n-nearby.' The fellow replied in quaking fear.

Vritra dipped his head in acknowledgment while surveying the landscape, then grinned: 'Well done, you're a decent sort. True to my word, you're free.'

'Hehe, T-Thank you saaaaaaaaaa—' The man's grin endured only until Vritra released his hold, after which he shrieked wildly.

'Farewell, aim to be virtuous in your next existence.' With that dispatch of his unwitting aid, Vritra examined his surroundings.

Aerial travel carried risks, yet his elevated stats ensured few threats could challenge him effectively.

'Time to test my maximum speed.' Blazing flames ignited from his soles, propelling him forward at blistering pace.

Spotting mutants below, he unleashed repeated Spiritual Bursts to eliminate them without mercy.

'They ought to remain in place, correct?' Their capabilities had been substantial, on the verge of ascension.

The divide between Cinema and Blood Fang proved considerable; Vritra soared for more than half an hour.

'That's the spot of my earlier assault. Hmm, seems my second Ascension didn't cause much disturbance.'

'But where did they go?' Amid the debris and scant structures, Vritra felt uncertain.

He couldn't gauge how much time had passed since his absence, and anxiety gnawed at him.

Soon, however, he spotted familiar fabric scraps.

'Didn't Ergen wear something like that before?' Trailing the clues, he ventured into a structure.

Yet an odd vibe lingered; this edifice reeked heavily of blood.

Pressing onward, he crossed an unseen threshold, and abruptly, Vritra stood within a cavern.

Droplets fell from the ceiling, the floor squelched with mud, and multiple tracks marked the earth.

'Did they venture inside?' Vritra's brow furrowed; he trusted they'd linger even after days of his delay.

With Yasmine among them, rash dangers seemed unlikely for the group.

'Has an enemy struck them down?' His expression darkened, and his body shifted, rendering him fully unseen.

He hastened ahead, noting the prints suggested no coercion.

Perhaps they'd fled a pursuer; myriad scenarios raced through Vritra's thoughts.

***

'Damnit, show yourselves immediately, you wenches! If I shatter this cursed barrier, you're all in for severe punishment!!' A brute clad in lion pelt bellowed.

'Kek, how long do you think you can cower in there? Planning to perish from hunger and dehydration? Look, we've got plenty to eat.' Another sneered, saliva dripping.

This was an ancient figure with snowy locks, teetering on death's edge.

'Tsk, if Morgan hadn't demanded captives alive, I'd have sliced them open already!' A heavily scarred man growled.

'Aye, why slaughter such lovely women? Though you're welcome to off the men.' The elder replied, his tongue slithering over cracked lips in vile hunger.

Most of his dentition had long vanished.

Beyond a rock-sealed entrance, over a hundred thugs gathered, commanded by four figures.

The scarred brute, the decrepit geezer, the lion-clad oaf, and a taciturn man—the freshly appointed head of Morgan's forces.

He'd once headed a major band, gifted with explosive creation, until Morgan enslaved him through cunning means.

These four ascendants, backed by their legion, had ambushed Fiona's party during their wait for Vritra.

Fortuitously, escape proved possible, though it trapped them in this lair.

No ordinary cavern this; once the portal sealed with stone, it resisted all force.

Immovable from within or without.

'Smash this blasted seal, and drag this lecherous fossil aside. I'll slaughter every last one!!' The marked warrior thundered.

'Easy now, we spare the females.' The lion man cautioned, then continued:

'We savor them gradually, resistance only heightens the thrill. Haha, and this lot—never beheld such stunning beauties. I refuse to surrender them to Morgan outright.'

'Indeed, no harming those exquisite damsels. Emerge and frolic with me.' The ancient croaked.

Drrrrrrr...

Abruptly, the barrier creaked open.

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Thanks for reading... adios