Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 693 The Blood Thread

"Oh, if it isn't the renowned Adam, why not escort those lovely ladies in?" Morgan smirked maliciously, his eyes burning with resentment.

Agony still caused his back to convulse fiercely, his trousers drenched in blood.

"Why? Craving a poke in your other eye too? Or did the Monk's agony thrill you excessively—oh wait, you're soaked once more, did he steal your innocence?" Vritra snickered.

"You scum!" Morgan fumed with genuine fury, never before insulted so brazenly.

He'd dispatched his thugs to slaughter Vritra's kin, yet somehow they endured.

"Sir, won't that crimson beast enter alongside us? Kindly let him join, it'd secure our safety." A henchman begged.

Vritra dismissed him entirely, then scanned the myriad eggs clinging to the walls and the etched circle on the floor.

"Who among you dares venture forth with me to seize the treasure? Your protection is assured, and I'll divide any loot we claim!" Morgan bellowed abruptly.

He sensed the seals on their powers gradually lifting.

"…" The group wavered, exchanging uneasy looks.

"I-I'll stick with you, promise my safety? And a slice of the spoils?" A youthful fellow inquired, obviously Morgan's prior ally.

"Absolutely, I'd perish first before harm befalls my loyalists. Behold these wounds across my frame? I battled valiantly shielding my comrades, nearly perishing!" Morgan roared.

Vritra merely shook his head; everyone past the threshold faced certain doom regardless, so he paid them no mind.

"I will f-follow you too!"

"Count me in! Please, sir, let me join your squad—my power excels at detection!"

Successively, almost every survivor aligned with Morgan, despite witnessing his prior degradation.

Desperation drove them to grasp any semblance of stability.

"Excellent, excellent, I'll shield you every one. Yet first, we must handle that meddlesome fellow, lest he wreaks havoc anew like before.

I merely collided with him by mishap earlier, and he overreacted wildly. Imagine what he'd unleash for the prize?" Morgan declared.

'Hmm, impressive—he excels at swaying crowds.' Vritra mused inwardly.

Morgan's words redirected all their venomous stares toward Vritra.

Each believed unleashing their powers now would earn Morgan's favor and a larger reward share.

To curry his approval, they yearned to dismember this lone intruder.

"Fine, fine, step in and finish me off." Vritra advanced into the circle, spear gripped firmly as he stood poised.

Slaughtering them for swift points tempted, yet proved futile—who knew their hidden talents?

Conserving strength for the beast onslaught promised vast points and stats.

"Ugh, coward! Emerge if you've got guts!" A voice bellowed.

"Be a real man, quit cowering within, face us in open combat!"

"Don't steal my line, you thief—that's mine!"

"Heh, think the circle shields you? Taste my Ice Spikes!" A grizzled man sneered, slamming palms to the earth.

CRACK CRACK CRACK

Jagged spikes erupted swiftly from the soil, hurtling lethally toward Vritra.

"Sigh" He exhaled wearily—did they crave death and sin points so desperately?

"I suppose it's inevitable." An imperceptible blood filament materialized, razor-thin and unseen.

Vritra rendered it supple beyond measure, then yanked it aside with ferocious might.

The ice assault? A mere spiritual blast pulverized the attacker's skull.

BOOM

Spikes halted abruptly; the crowd gaped as one comrade's head burst without warning.

Instinctively, heads swiveled toward a subtle whisper.

TUK

Released, the wire rocketed at blinding velocity, discernible only to a scant few apt survivors.

"DUCK!!" One yelled, dropping low instantly.

Speed varied; some evaded as the wire scythed low across the cavern.

THUD

It slammed walls, fissuring an egg on impact.

Attention elsewhere—scarcely sixty ducked timely from hundreds.

Upright fools froze in horror as torsos detached from legs.

Slender crimson gashes bloomed, drenching garb in gore.

THUD THUD THUD

Vritra recalled viral clips: bus and vessel massacres mirroring this carnage.

Late reactors lost heads cleanly, granting swift ends.

Torso-severed victims lingered, shrieking amid severed limbs, blood lakes, and spilled viscera.

Myriad notifications flooded Vritra, awarding thousands of sin points.

This rabble meant nothing; door-crossers doomed inevitably.

No riches awaited—pure deathtrap.

For Vritra, infinite farming ground.

Amid wails of dread, Vritra, sin tally ignored, commanded:

'Expend every sin point on 1,000-point reward roulette.'

Wheel whirled; fresh alerts cascaded.

Vritra eyed the quaking remnants, terror-stricken, shunning proximity.

Morgan's ploy crystallized: cannon fodder over personal risk.

Betrayal ignited fury toward their manipulator—trap from inception.

Circle-bound, Vritra sensed vigor surging with incoming attributes.

Free attributes checked.

{Free Attribute: 98}

"Hmm, dump them all into endurance—I'll crave extra stamina." Dismissing survivors, he peered rearward.

Vanessa, Yasmine, Fiona, Teresa, Maeve, Diana, and Yennefer fretted yet beamed encouragement.

Vritra nodded; thunderous grind echoed.

DRRRRRRR…

Portals sealing panicked many; stragglers bolted outward.

BAM

Invisible barrier repelled; one tumbled, another pulped between tonnage gates.

Morgan endured—Vritra's mercy—but lackeys vanished.

Seal complete, cavern quaked violently, then…

CRACK CRACK CRACK

Eggs fractured en masse; universal alert flashed.

[Stay outside the circle and be devoured by the beasts, stay inside and be devoured by rage!]

Shudders gripped them; circle offered refuge?

Glances to solitary Vritra within, scowls mingled with fear.

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