Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 691 The Beast Cave

Proceeding along their route, Vritra and his companions navigated through numerous mutants, each being dispatched with minimal effort. Their combined power was currently more than sufficient to eliminate such lowly creatures.

"That is the director's base; as I suspected, they have fortified the perimeter," Vritra murmured while assessing the sentries.

"They are insignificant. Let's finish this," Fiona declared, flames erupting from her palms.

As their cart encroached, the guards were alerted. Firearms were leveled and ability users locked their target on the approaching group.

"Halt right there! If you take another step, we will open fire!" one of the men barked.

"Is your leader present?" Vritra inquired.

The facility resembled a fortress, boasting imposing walls and sentries clad in standard military gear.

"He is inside. Do you seek sanctuary here?" another guard asked hastily upon noticing the women.

Even in the dim light, visibility was adequate, and these men were clearly spellbound by their appearance just as before.

"Indeed, may we enter?" Vritra replied before suddenly flicking his hand forward.

WHOOSH

A barrage of blood-wrought projectiles surged forth, catching the soldiers off guard and riddling their frames with holes. Within heartbeats, they were all deceased, looks of bewilderment frozen upon their faces.

"Let's head inside. I recall seeing quite a crowd here previously."

He sliced through the barricade effortlessly, and the ten of them entered the compound as a contingent of military personnel scrambled toward them.

"What—Attack! Kill them, we have intruders!" The leader screamed, unleashing his ability.

BANG BOOM

A flurry of assaults targeted them, but Teresa, utilizing her newfound powers, intercepted the incoming strikes with ease. Since their ascension, the capabilities of every member had flourished remarkably.

Yasmine unleashed spiritual volleys, causing the heads of several foes to burst apart. Yennefer and Fiona incinerated others, conjuring fiery dragons that devoured their targets in a frenzy.

Without Vritra lifting a finger, the opposition was wiped out, while system notifications cascaded before his eyes.

"Stop this instant!" a thunderous voice boomed, and a man descended from above, impact-landing right before them.

He stood seven feet tall with a massive, hulking physique. He possessed the appearance of a powerful mutant, though that was merely his natural frame.

"Are you the leader?" Vritra asked.

"That I am. How dare you slaughter my slaves! But, I suppose I could accept these women as compensation. Not a bad trade, really."

Vritra simply shook his head; in this apocalypse, nearly everyone seemed to lose their minds over women.

"Regardless, I heard you were a scoundrel, so I arrived to purge this location. The doctors have been dealt with, and it appears you are the only one left," Vritra stated while taking a measured step forward.

'No way, he must be lying. I was just there yesterday, there's no way he could have finished them off so quickly. Right, he's just using intimidation—it must be some tall tale. Hmph, those pathetic tricks won't work on me!'

He postured with even greater arrogance, convinced that the more fear he displayed, the more powerful Vritra would become.

"You have marched toward your own demise—" He was in the middle of his monologue when his body began to bloat, and the arrogant man shrieked in agony.

Regardless of his struggle, his flesh kept stretching taut.

And shortly thereafter…

BOOM!

He disintegrated, spraying visceral gore in every direction.

"That settles it. These bases are quite fragile, but the beast cave should be a different story," Vritra muttered.

He had no reason to linger, so, as was his practice after assisting the survivors, they prepared to depart. He left behind some rations; Vritra possessed an abundance of supplies anyway.

The time had come to enter the beast cave and begin the grind.

Stationed atop the blood cart, Vritra conversed with his wives as they soared toward the city center. Every mutant in their path was obliterated as the cart cruised by.

The journey was lengthy, spanning nearly four hours, yet they encountered no obstacles along the way.

"So, this is the beast cave? It feels more like a hellhole…" Vritra brought the vehicle to a halt above a colossal crater in the earth.

A crimson glow emanated from the depths, casting a truly sinister aura.

"Shall we enter? Once we descend, we remain until I’ve cleared the entire thing," Vritra declared.

"Yes, hubby, let's proceed," Yasmine and the others concurred.

They preferred to accompany him rather than languishing behind.

"Very well, hold fast." He directed the cart downward, but as soon as they breached the red void, the construct dissolved back into blood.

They went into a freefall.

"Kiyaaaaaaah~" Shitless shrieked the most shrilly.

Just as they neared the floor, instead of crashing, their momentum vanished, and they hovered for an instant before settling. Vritra and the others landed gracefully on their feet, save for Shitless, who tumbled onto his butt while continuing to wail.

"Tch, hush up. We arrived, and… it seems we have unwelcome company," Onest noted, observing hundreds of men staring back at them.

Everyone stood within the massive chamber as if awaiting a signal, projecting an intensely hostile atmosphere.

Vritra’s gaze locked onto a man adorned with jagged scars—it was Morgan, the wretched player who had tormented them.

He stood among a dozen other men and appeared startled for a moment to see Vritra and his group alive. Then, a twisted grin spread across his face; he had lost an eye to Teresa, and his remaining gaze was filled with virulent hatred.

Vritra’s rage flared upon seeing him, but before he could charge, the surrounding men held up their hands defensively.

"Don't make a move…" they whispered strainedly.

"What is the issue?" Vritra pressed forward, his eyes never leaving Morgan and his cohorts.

As he entered the plaza, a man gestured toward the ceiling.

Several men watched the women with undisguised lust, yet they dared not move, as if paralyzed by terrors beyond their ability to speak.

"Keke, why don't you try fleeing or yelling?" Morgan chuckled, though his voice remained a frantic rasp.

Vritra frowned and glanced upward, his eyes widening in astonishment.

The ceiling was covered in thousands of objects resembling pulsating, blackish-red eggs.

"What are those?" he muttered, his wives mimicking his gaze with shared horror.

It was a jarring sight, and he wondered what held these people in such captivity.

Morgan clicked his tongue in frustration when he saw Vritra remain still; he had prayed for his swift execution. Vritra noticed their abilities were heavily suppressed here, and he could barely manifest his blood manipulation.

He struggled to grasp the situation, but just as he intended to ask Divine, he witnessed a burly man shove a smaller fellow aside.

The man stumbled and cried out in terror—

KUT

A flash occurred; something consumed the man's head, dragged his body upward, and vanished into one of the eggs.

'What the hell? I heard this place was a trap, but what exactly are we meant to do?' The others frantically crept away from the burly brute who grinned maliciously.

"Go ahead, try to attack me," Morgan taunted, his voice a mere whisper.

Vritra observed Morgan and gave a nod: "Very well."

He flicked his wrist, and a fully loaded firearm manifested in his grasp.

The sight of it rattled Morgan. Despite the suppression of their abilities, a firearm remained lethal—more than enough to take his life.

"W-Wait, if you discharge that, you’ll trigger it too, so think care—"

Suddenly, the entire chamber froze. Everyone’s eyes widened with utter shock. A balding man stumbled into the hall, tripped, and fell, his face turning a deep crimson.

It was not altogether unusual, as appearances often shifted with one's abilities. They all watched as the man cursed loudly, stood up, dusted off his attire, and walked away.

Nothing happened to him.

"Huh? How is he unharmed? Is it his ability, or is that thing above already satiated?" someone muttered.

"SOB, I cannot stay here, I want nothing—I just desire to survive!" A man bolted for the exit, assuming the danger had passed. However, before he had gained any distance, something plummeted from above, enveloped his head, and snatched him away.

"Whoa, what was that?" Shitless exclaimed. He sprinted over, swiped a ring from the ground, and dashed back. Once again, nothing happened to him.

'As expected, Shitless is bizarre,' Vritra thought, shaking his head. He was quite accustomed to it by now.

"Wait, Sir Shitless…" As he called out, the monk spun around, eager to learn what duty Vritra had for him.

He was the designated tool for any manual labor.

"Y-Yes?" he asked, pocketing the golden ring.

"Are you prepared for some mischief? Something that induces bloodshed and hysteria?" Vritra murmured.

"Yes!! I am always inclined toward malevolence, tell me what to do!" Shitless agreed immediately, sporting a wicked grin.

"Proceed over there and beat those bastards as harshly as you like. Utilize this whip and staff; ensure they scream until they cannot bear it," Vritra commanded, tossing him a set of torture implements.

"Oh, hehe, that is my favorite. I shall not disappoint you, oh pitiful one!" Shitless saluted, clutched his weapons, and sauntered toward Morgan’s camp.

"W-What do you want, Baldy? S-Stay the hell away, don't approach—ugh!" And thus, the pandemonium commenced…

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