Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 683 The Fake Psycho

A surge of blood crashed into the final three men, slamming them forcefully against the cave walls.

The pressure was so immense that the old man’s spine nearly arched backward to the breaking point.

Quickly pulling his two companions upright, the man capable of explosions steadied their footing just as the blood vanished as suddenly as it had arrived.

“Ugh… please! I’m innocent! They dragged me along against my will, I beg you, spare me!” the old man sobbed, desperately attempting to project an image of pathetic frailty.

While he begged, he was secretly weaving a curse toward Vritra, though he worried that his hexes were notoriously slow to take effect.

He recalled how his attempt on Ming earlier had taken many grueling hours to finally manifest any results.

Vritra’s cold gaze locked onto the elder; he had heard the vile, degrading remarks the man had spewed while forcing his way inside.

This decrepit pig was easily the most repulsive of the bunch.

Just as the old man began to finalize his curse, two crimson threads flickered into existence.

SWISH

In a heartbeat, his arms were severed, followed swiftly by his legs.

Vritra curled his hand in the air, telekinetically dragging the man’s torso closer until he gripped the wretch by the throat.

“COUGH… p-please! Aaaaaaaaah! I have a family! Please… have mercy!” the man shrieked, his voice laced with agony.

“Fine.” Vritra raised his free hand and jammed a finger directly into the man’s eye socket.

The blood-soaked digit tore through the lid before rupturing the eyeball entirely.

As he repeated the process on the other eye, the man’s shrill screams reached a fever pitch.

“You enjoyed spouting such filthy filth earlier, didn’t you? Go repent in the depths of hell.” Vritra ripped the man’s tongue out, tearing his jaw away in the process.

He then tossed the mangled, barely breathing elder near the lion-like man, leaving only two of the group still standing.

The explosion-user, Morgan’s commander, scrambled into action.

He aimed his palms at Vritra and unleashed a barrage of deafening explosions, though the blasts only succeeded in shattering the surrounding masonry.

Vritra’s form blurred, leaving only faint afterimages behind.

BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM BOOOM

Spamming his ability relentlessly, the commander threatened to bring the entire cavern ceiling down.

However, Vritra’s speed was leagues beyond the man’s capacity to react, and he materialized instantly behind the commander’s back.

While he would have relished the opportunity to subject this one to thorough torture, Vritra realized he was nothing more than a hollow puppet of Morgan, devoid of true emotion.

KCCHHH…

His arm plunged through the commander's chest, his refined strength of nearly 400 points ripping the heart clean out.

Blood gushed from the massive wound, and the commander collapsed, dead before he even hit the ground.

Only one foe remained: the scarred man, who stared back at Vritra with a wide, manic grin.

“Kekeke, by all means, finish me off! I had nearly pulverized those bitches, aren’t you going to make me pay?” he cackled, radiating an aura of unhinged defiance.

Vritra furrowed his brow, sensing something was fundamentally wrong before his strike. The man had ample time to use his own skills, yet he hadn't made a single defensive move.

A stray drop of blood flicked toward the scarred man, grazing his arm, yet to Vritra’s surprise, he felt a sharp, stinging wound appear on his own arm.

‘He can reflect damage back to the source? But how?’ Vritra mused, his mind racing to analyze the mechanism.

It couldn’t be blood-based, as he hadn’t shed a single drop. Was it scent? It seemed unlikely that such an effect could be so universally absolute.

‘Is it tied to his line of sight?’ Vritra dashed away as another blood droplet grazed the scarred man’s skin, but the wound once again manifested on Vritra’s body despite him being out of the man’s field of vision.

‘That’s not it either… then what?’

“Hahaha, can’t figure it out? What a shame, you’re undeniably powerful. I’m going to end you now and harvest your mutation progress. It’ll make me invincible, and then I’ll slaughter everything hiding there.” The man grinned with pure madness.

He stabbed his own shoulder, and immediately, blood spurted from Vritra’s identical shoulder.

Yet, Vritra’s expression remained stoic; tentacles of blood erupted, coiling tightly around the man.

“Ughhh, let go, you bastard! Fight like a man—mmpphh!” the man choked as the blood tightened, cutting off his panicked shouting.

As Vritra’s shoulder wound healed, he noticed a subtle anomaly. “The shadows… they’re behaving strangely.” At his words, a flash of pure terror washed over the scarred man’s face before he tried to mask it.

‘It really is shadow-based. What’s the best way to sever the connection?’ Vritra thrust his right hand out, unleashing a torrent of intense flame.

As the ground ignited, the scarred man’s shadow recoiled in distress, and the connection snapped.

“Now, what were you saying earlier?” Wreathed in flames, Vritra stepped forward and set the man ablaze.

The manic confidence vanished, replaced by raw, unadulterated terror; the man was only a psycho when he held the upper hand.

Heart-wrenching bellows echoed through the cave as the flames consumed him, but Vritra forced his prey to endure, preventing an easy death.

He sustained the inferno while simultaneously lashing the man with a blood whip, flaying skin, muscle, and bone in a relentless display of lethality.

“Well now, we can’t forget to include your companions in this little party, can we?” Vritra offered a predatory smile as he turned toward the elder and the lion-man.

Two pointed stakes of solidified blood manifested in his hands as he approached the limbless lion-man.

He drove the stake through the man’s body, pinning him firmly to the floor in a gruesome display.

He repeated the same grim process with the old man, their collective screams turning the cave into a symphony of agony.

“Is that better? Let’s get things moving, shall we?” Vritra engulfed them in flames as well, watching as the trio languished slowly in the heat.

“Heh, you guys are truly ‘on fire’ today. Enjoy your final trip to hell.” With those words, Vritra erected a wall of blood to dampen the scene.

He retracted the barrier that had protected his family, shielding them from the grisly sight and sound.

“We’re finished here. You’re all unharmed, aren't you?” Vritra inquired, offering a soft, reassuring smile.

“Yes darling, we’re entirely safe. Thank you for saving us…” Fiona embraced him, knowing that had he arrived even a moment later, the outcome would have been unthinkable.

Even in this environment, they felt completely unable to match his accelerating growth.

“Let’s move out. It’s time for you all to undergo ascension, and then we’ll mop up a few more bases in the area.” He checked on his wives before speaking.

“You pathetic creature, where have you been?” Shitless asked, patting the cold sweat from his brow.

He had almost felt compelled to reveal his true, hidden evil—the dark power that had lurked in his right eye since birth.

Yes, he was still a total chunni.

“I struck down that man, but somehow I ended up securing another ascension stone…” Vritra explained the situation, omitting the details about the insane woman he’d encountered.

He desperately hoped he’d never cross paths with her again; she felt far too formidable, and he’d been rendered totally helpless in her presence.

“Even the administrator showed up… thank goodness you’re safe, Vritra.” Yasmine hugged him tight.

As if the hazards of this world weren't enough, now they had to contend with cosmic entities as well.

“Oh, right!” Teresa walked to the corner and retrieved a stone—it was the ascension stone Ming had dropped.

“This will suit me perfectly,” she said, stepping to his side.

“Understood. Let’s head out.” Vritra signaled for the group to exit. He still had to claim his remaining rewards.

Before they could leave, a dark shadow flickered across the ground, and a long, jagged whip lashed toward them with terrifying velocity.

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