Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 690 Compensation

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Notifications flooded Vritra’s vision while Shitless and Onest assisted him in dismantling the experiments performed on those the organization mockingly dubbed the saviors of humanity. These heartless individuals claimed their atrocities were for the greater good, but in reality, they simply reveled in the torment and breaking of others. It was a practice eerily reminiscent of the chimera horrors engineered by the Nine Pacts.

As Vritra accrued sin points, he systematically swept through the laboratory, purging every one of the doctors. Though he managed to rescue some victims, others were beyond reclamation, leaving Vritra to offer them a swift and merciful end.

The chaos eventually alerted the Doctor, the mastermind behind the facility. Having just finished torturing his own brother-in-law, he had left the man hung outside to serve as a warning. “Who is causing this disruption?” he demanded, his brow furrowed in irritation. He had invested too much effort into this enterprise to allow anyone to jeopardize it. He was on the verge of perfecting artificial mutants, an army that would serve him as the foundation to replace humanity's weaklings with superior, scientifically modified specimens.

“Doctor! The intruders are here. That group has already eliminated half of our personnel… gkkhhh!” The subordinate’s eyes bulged in sudden, paralyzing agony. A spear had punched through the back of his neck, emerging from his throat. With a brutal upward flick, the weapon split his skull in two.

Vritra stood before the stunned Doctor with a faint smile. “Allow me to correct you; I have finished off all the other lunatics under your command.”

He knew the Doctor was no pushover. Rumors spoke of peculiar powers related to medical instruments—a repertoire that allowed him to slay enemies from a distance, or inject lethal, unseen toxins into their systems. Vritra understood he couldn't afford to give him the chance to retaliate.

“You bastard, you’re a dead man!” The Doctor locked eyes with Vritra, preparing to strike without even lifting a finger. But before he could react, he found himself trapped within a confined spatial distortion, and Vritra advanced unhurriedly.

“You truly believe you could kill me?” Vritra mocked. With two precise, rapid strikes of his spear, he pierced the Doctor's eyes, blinding him. As the distortion faded, the Doctor erupted into panicked screams. Without his sight, he was unable to manifest his abilities, rendered nearly helpless despite his heightened physical attributes.

“Now, as the main attraction of this wretched lab, you require specialized care,” Vritra mused. He had Diana brew two distinct concoctions: one a potent restorative, the other a corrosive, toxic acid.

Shitless seized a rope tethered to the inverted, screaming Doctor. As he pulled, the man was plunged into the acid, causing his flesh and skin to dissolve instantly. Then, before the agony could claim him, Onest would haul him back up and dunk him into the healing fluid. They subjected the Doctor to this sadistic cycle for minutes on end, shattering his spirit entirely.

Finally, they hauled him out and drove hundreds of needles into every inch of his body. They then forced him to consume the most vile, wretched substances they could gather—from putrid flesh and excrement to vomit and bile. Once they had finished their gruesome sport, they carved his limbs into countless segments and hoisted his remains alongside his brother-in-law in the sewage pit.

“It seems we are finished here,” Vritra remarked, departing with his wives. Behind them, the Doctor’s dying wails were cut short as feral mutant fish swarmed to tear him to shreds. A fitting end for such a beast.

“Next is the Director,” Maeve noted. “I’m told he was once a filmmaker who produced nothing but failures. Once he hit rock bottom, the apocalypse shattered his sanity completely. Now, he’s obsessed with collecting slaves.”

“I’ve traveled through those parts before,” Vritra replied. “It isn't far; we should arrive in about twenty minutes.” He manifested a cart, which sped forward across the terrain.

He chose to avoid the forbidden zones for now; once he exited the Beast Cave, his power would be more than sufficient to plow through this region. The cart hovered just above the ground when the ruins beneath them began to heave. Vritra frowned and increased their altitude just as a colossal, tooth-filled maw breached the surface, attempting to consume them.

“That massive beast again! This thing simply refuses to let us be!” Onest cursed. Vritra, however, remained calm; its stats were significantly lower than his own.

“I’ll handle this one,” Vritra decided, leaping from the cart. This creature was far frailer than the tiger he had defeated earlier. He lunged, stabbing his spear deep into the thick tissue near the creature’s maw. As it gnashed its countless teeth at him, Vritra summoned a wall of blood, forcing the jaws even wider apart before dragging his blade down and slicing the beast open.

The deafening shriek of the creature echoed for kilometers, effectively alerting every mutant and human in the vicinity. Vritra persisted, stitching the monster with blood blades until its throat was shredded beyond repair. Despite its surprising resilience, it was only a matter of time before the creature fell.

Dismissing the system notifications, Vritra vaulted back onto the cart. “Let’s move on. These roars might embolden the Director to prepare for us.” In truth, with his current might, it was of little consequence.

“Husband, take a drink,” Teresa said with a smile, offering him a chilled beverage. Vritra accepted, and per their custom, he leaned in to share a brief, tender kiss.

“Darling, have a snack as well,” Fiona chimed in, brandishing a bag of spicy snacks—his favorite. Vritra laughed softly, accepting them. “Oh, thank you, Fiona.”

“Wait, what about my kiss? I demand to trade favors too!” Fiona pouted. Vritra understood the redhead’s sudden competitive nature; he couldn't help but be charmed by her jealous expression.

“Is that so? Must I make up for all the past favors I owe you?” he teased, leaning toward her. “Darling, stop teas—mmm!” he silenced her with a soft, lingering kiss.

To ensure their privacy, he warded off the area, leaving Shitless and Onest to guard the rear.

“Aww, hubby, are we doing compensations now? Then I want mine for all the times I’ve helped you,” Yasmine murmured coyly, pressing against him. Vritra wrapped his arms around her waist. “Compensation? You own me, Yasmine. Do you even need to ask for a kiss?” He kissed her gently before adding, “Or were you suggesting you wanted more children?”

“Hehe, let’s save that thought for later; we need to focus on our baby for now,” she whispered. Vritra kissed her forehead, his heart filled with anticipation for their future child. This was exactly why he had to escape this place.

“Listen, wifey, there is something I have yet to explain,” Vritra said, holding her close.

“What is it?” she asked, resting in his embrace.

“Well, during my fight with the administrator and the protector, I was essentially abducted…” He recounted the ordeal, leaving his wives speechless.

“What?! Who on earth dares to try and usurp my position as first wife?!” Yasmine growled, clearly incensed.

“Honey, she didn’t harm you, did she?” Vanessa asked, her voice tight with concern.

“No, I’m quite safe. She didn't appear to be an enemy. Divine seemed to be aware of her; she is truly formidable, though,” he admitted.

“That bastard is keeping secrets again. I’ll make him pay when I find him,” Yasmine spat.

“Can you best her?” Fiona asked.

“I doubt it. I suspect she might even be superior to the gods themselves,” Vritra conceded. A heavy silence descended on the group; as long as she wasn’t a threat, they had a reprieve, but danger was clearly looming.

“Evelyn… who is she exactly?” Yennefer wondered aloud. She felt a phantom connection to the name, something lingering from their time with the love pill.

“Regardless, I don’t believe she’ll appear soon. Let’s clear out the Directors before heading to the Beast Cave,” Vritra commanded. Eyeing the distant tower, he felt the heavy mantle of the coming trial. He had to annihilate the other players and conquer this game to reclaim his peace on the Zoratian planet—though he suspected peace was a commodity fate rarely granted. 'And I still need to track down that pig. That guy has caused far too much turmoil.'

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