Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 682 Greed

"Sigh, those fools won't budge, what should we do now?" Diana walked back and forth anxiously.

Within this massive pit lay an actual path to ascension, yet extracting it might trigger the door to unlock.

Therefore, they chose not to disturb it.

The group of seven women clustered closely, brainstorming possible ways out.

"Our strongest option is attempting the ascension ourselves. We possess the ascension stones and full mutation potential, so we could battle them afterward." Yennefer proposed.

Excluding Teresa, Diana, and Onest, the rest all carried ascension stones.

Observing the stone embedded nearby, it seemed perfectly suited for Teresa.

"Yes, that appears to be our sole choice, but what if it stirs up excessive turmoil? It might injure others or even unlock the door." Fiona replied, her brow furrowed.

Apart from Vritra, none of them had witnessed an ascension.

"Our husband will come for us, I'm certain those scum can't overcome him." Teresa whispered.

The issue remained that they were unsure of when he'd arrive or if the door would remain sealed that long.

At that instant…

DRRRRRRRRRR

The door began shaking and creaking open, drawing everyone's eyes toward the ascension path stone.

Beside the lodged stone, Ming crouched, extending his arm to yank the ascension stone free with haste.

'Quick, quick, I need to grab it—once the merging begins, they won't be able to harm me!!' In that moment, greed overwhelmed his senses.

He'd observed the immense power gained from such stones, and Vritra had claimed one of his earlier.

'So doesn't it make sense for me to seize this one?' A wild grin spread across his face as he wrenched the ascension stone loose.

"Hahaha! This belongs to me!! After I ascend, I'll slaughter those bastards—hahaha, my wife's a slut, she'll rue the day she ditched me!!" he cackled insanely.

He scanned the seven women, fantasizing if any might admire his newfound strength.

Visions danced in his mind of thrashing Vritra, his laser power obliterating foes as he built a vast harem.

'I'll make it happen!!'

Yet he caught the stunned looks from the women and the three men, along with the rumbling door.

"Damn it!" The ascension stone slipped from his grasp, his frame quaking.

What had he just done? Why had greed so abruptly clouded his judgment?

He'd been cautioned against touching that stone, but his body had acted independently.

"Kekeke! It's finally opening, brothers—the old man's curse did the trick!" the scarred fellow bellowed deliriously, striding in.

The elderly man, the lion-clad brute, and the explosive dullard followed suit.

"Oh, lovely ladies, did you long for me? Keke, grandpa's arrived at last." The repulsive old man grumbled.

"You bitches enraged me greatly—now I'll slice you all apart." The scarred man roared, lunging forward only to be yanked back by the lion-skin wearer.

"Hold on, don't rush. How could we slay such stunning women? I'm offering you a choice: submit willingly, or else—I enjoy breaking wild ones too, keke." He chuckled.

"We must deliver them all to Morgan." The vacant explosion man intoned.

Over a hundred men stared in astonishment and desire—how could such exquisite women exist?

Yasmine scowled, shooting a fierce look at Ming; that idiot had doomed them.

"Well, well, what's this fool got? Hand it over!" The scarred brute advanced, seizing the stone from Ming's newly reclaimed grip.

"Hmm, decent enough. Now it's your turn to perish, heh." With those words, he plunged a blade into his own abdomen.

But Ming cried out in agony instead, crimson spraying forth.

"Kakakakaka! Perish, perish, PERISH!!" Cackling wildly, the scarred man stabbed repeatedly.

Fresh scars etched across his skin, yet every gash bloomed on Ming's form.

"Aaaaaah stop— urkkk COUGH Ughhh" Ming collapsed into his pooling blood, remorse flooding him though it wasn't truly his doing.

"Sigh, that maniac's at it once more, fine—let him handle the men. So, ladies, decided yet?" The lion brute inquired.

Ming's body pierced through with wounds, his breath ceased in mere seconds.

"Now, who's next on my list? Kakaka." His gaze swept over the survivors.

"You swine, come at us if you seek death!" Shitless bellowed, positioning himself and Onest against the foes.

The women powered up their abilities too, despite the overwhelming gap—they'd take down some and endure.

"Ah, pity—I offered mercy. But I relish feisty women; excuse my roughness." His grin twisted into savagery as he commanded:

"Seize these wenches!!"

"Oh, this spot seems quite animated—mind if I participate?" An unfamiliar voice echoed from behind the crowd, halting the action.

Before words could form, a surge of blood ascended, erecting a barrier shielding those present.

Shocked, everyone whirled to spot a lone figure.

Grim-faced, he unleashed a ferocious aura in the instant after, intense bloodlust blanketing the cavern and leaking beyond its walls.

Dozens clutched their necks, gasping for air, eyes bulging.

Crimson mist emanated from him, the bloodlust solidifying.

"Who the hell are— ughhhh mmphaaaaaaaa" The lion brute scowled mid-question.

Abruptly, Vritra blurred into view before him.

One fist seized his chin as the other invaded his maw, seizing the tongue and yanking it free amid horrific howls.

Ripping half the throat with it, the brute gurgled and spat blood, jaw hanging limp.

These vermin had the audacity to insult his wives and assault them—their ends would be torturous.

His right hand morphed into a sanguine talon, raking the hideous visage and gouging an eye.

"Aaaaaaaaahh my— My Eyeeeeeesssss uwaaaaaaaah" The man wailed, his form shifting to a feral state.

His claws raked his own features, but with snaps and rips, his appendages shattered and detached.

Vritra booted him aside to writhe, then pivoted to the rest, his murderous vibe detonating.

Not one would escape alive today.

Terror gripped the men, paralyzing their forms.

Only the scarred fiend and the explosive drone snapped back.

Vritra surged ahead, blurring into motion. With the severed limbs, he gashed throats and torsos, dooming them gradually without instant kills.

Shrieks echoed everywhere; over a hundred foes felled in seconds, skills unused.

They piled in a gruesome mound, mangled and contorted, pleading for mercy deaths.

Limbs rent, eyes missing, guts spilling—yet demise lingered.

At last, Vritra confronted the last three: the elder, the zombie-like one, and the lunatic.

Their sight alone ignited fury; had he tarried, these curs would've harmed his kin.

Abruptly, a torrent of blood engulfed all.

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