Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 696 Loser

"How dare you stare at me?! You filthy bastards, I'll gouge your eyes out!" one man from the circle abruptly shrieked.

He lunged at another, thumbs plunging into the eye sockets as the victim let out a piercing scream.

In terror, Morgan shoved the attacker away, only for several beasts to seize his body suddenly.

His screams echoed as they ripped him apart and devoured the pieces.

"When can we s-sob leave? I don't want the treasure— you fucking bastards, that treasure's mine alone, I'm going to— sob p-please let me out, I'm sorry!"

"Aghhh! How dare you cheat on me, you bitch? Thought I wasn't man enough? Die, die!" another man bellowed, throttling a fellow survivor.

"Khkk— you pig, o-open your eyes! Ugh, I'm not your w-wife! Cough!"

As time dragged on, they descended into true madness.

Five had already perished.

Vritra's right hand arced in a semicircle, slicing one beast clean in half at the waist.

His impressive strength and stamina let him fend them off with relative ease.

Yet these monsters multiplied rapidly, making it tougher to handle the swelling horde.

'I only need to take down 107 more—just a bit longer…' Vritra mused, his movements accelerating.

Blows rained on his frame, but he ignored them, retaliating with greater force.

Blood sprayed everywhere, yet not a speck tainted his skin.

Blades flew straight into beasts' eyes, blinding them and piercing vital points.

'One hundred… seven left!' he calculated, with just ten seconds ticking down—plenty of time.

Evelyn watched with a subtle smile, arms folded across her chest.

A regal presence enveloped her; though she played sweet with Vritra.

Even gods trembled before her, mere playthings to transcendent entities.

Obliterating a planet cost her no more effort than a blink, her aura radiating effortlessly.

Untouchable, commanding, merciless.

Once she claimed him, escape was impossible.

Evelyn orchestrated everything to draw Vritra here, though she couldn't dictate his every choice.

She offered chances aplenty; without his struggles and triumphs, they'd mean nothing.

Pride and affection shone in her gaze toward her husband; viewing his battle up close stirred flutters in her heart.

Soon, she'd wed him once more.

No family, no one—not even Vritra—could alter that fate.

"Keep pushing, my love, only 8 left!" she encouraged, finding him utterly dashing.

Vritra tuned out her voice, zeroing in on the kills, but…

Seven more? Or eight?

Confusion hit him suddenly, though his hands never faltered.

'Doesn't matter, a few extras won't hurt. Wait, what was the wager again?' Vritra pondered with a frown, swiftly butchering more beasts.

'One hundred eight! Done!' he exulted inwardly, severing the last beast's head.

"Yay! I won!" Evelyn cheered, clapping gleefully as a circle flared around them, repelling the beasts.

"Huh? What? I took out 108 beasts—didn't I win? Can you leave now?" he demanded, steadying his breath.

"Nope, you're mistaken. Remember, I specified exactly 107 creatures. Sigh, one too many, my love. As the loser, obey me now."

Her lips curved into a stunning yet triumphant grin.

Vritra grew even more baffled—how could such a detail slip his mind so fast?

"You cheated, didn't you?!" realization dawned, and he shook his head.

"I refuse this bet—you cheated. Get out."

"Hehe, that's not cheating; it's just omitting info. I never promised no interference." Evelyn shrugged casually.

Her flowing white dress made her strikingly alluring; any other man would've gotten his skull cracked by Vritra.

And her power dwarfed his.

"Anyway, victory's mine. Like it or not, honor the bet." Evelyn declared resolutely.

Even for her husband, she wouldn't tolerate broken oaths.

Vritra: "…"

Why was this woman impossible to reason with? She'd bulldoze ahead regardless.

"Fine, what do you want? What game?" he sighed, rubbing his temple after sheathing his dual swords.

"Heh, you love those naughty games, huh? Let's do one like with Fiona." She grinned playfully.

Vritra recalled the steamy game with the redhead, pre-relationship.

"You want me pleasuring you?" he queried, eyeing her oddly.

"That later, love. This time, roles reverse.

I'll pleasure you—and if you utter a sound, call me wife from then on, deal?" she outlined.

"A bet within a bet? Why won't you just go…?" Vritra saw the inescapable snare.

His wives waited beyond the doors, yet here he was with another woman—through no fault of his.

'What if I lose immediately? End it quick.

Calling her wife? I'll just ignore her.' Vritra schemed, spotting his loophole.

Grinning at the supreme being, he opened his arms: "Sure, make me feel good."

Evelyn chuckled softly, approaching to caress his cheeks, whispering: "My cunning hubby, I see right through your plan—"

"Hmm, oh no—a sound! You win. Game over? Leaving now?" he quipped, retreating.

Evelyn stood with arms outstretched, giggling warmly, cherishing his humor after so long apart.

Only he sparked her true joy, painting vibrancy into her existence.

Before, her sole purpose was escaping family chains.

Those nine years birthed a new dream: claiming him forever.

"Hmm?" Vritra cocked his head, puzzled by her laughter.

He'd overlooked one crucial fact: her game, her rules.

Unlucky Vritra faced inevitable, mind-shattering ecstasy from this stunning beauty.

In the past, he'd relish it—but now, no more wives.

Seven sufficed; he'd witnessed the chaos of excess.

"Naturally, fake noises don't count. Plus calling me wife, any sound means I whisk you to my family instantly."

Evelyn upped the stakes to block his tricks.

Vritra: "…"

"How long's the game?" Vritra probed, head throbbing.

"Let's say 10 minutes. Endure silently for 10, and you win." She answered straightforwardly.

"Hiding anything else? Can't we pick another game?" Vritra pressed, sensing karmic payback.

He'd forced that bet on reluctant Fiona once.

Now, history repeated.

"No and no. By 'another,' you mean that? So eager to go all in, love?" she teased, eyes full of adoration.

"Fine, but here? With these bloodthirsty beasts watching?" Vritra glanced at the hungry stares.

The creatures battered the barrier relentlessly.

Exhibitionism repulsed him utterly.

"Never. I know your every like and dislike. Relax—we'll shift to a private spot." Evelyn snapped her fingers mid-sentence.

The surroundings transformed in a flash.

An endless garden bloomed before them, vibrant with stunning flowers.

At its heart sat a gazebo housing a lavish bed, all flawlessly elegant.

Vritra might've savored the view, sans the awkward predicament.

His wives believed him battling monsters, not romping with another in lewd play.

'Divine, how could you betray your sisters? Your brother-in-law?

No warning about her.' Vritra brooded, breathing in the floral perfume.

"Sigh, she introduced us. I got greedy, wove you into my sisters' destinies for their safety.

Can't fight her. Sorry, endure it. I'll smooth things with them for your eighth wedding later."

Divine replied gravely, then severed the link.

Vritra stood alone; prior deals with Evelyn barred meddling in their romance.

"Now, love, it's time. Game on!" Evelyn purred, easing Vritra onto the bed before mounting gracefully.

'Wait, why's time crawling here?' That was Vritra's final coherent thought.

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