Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 704 Smoker

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A torrent of blood rained down upon the nine protectors and ten administrators, leaving them stunned in confusion as they pondered what had transpired.

The blood giant had vanished abruptly. Soaked in blood, the opposing groups gazed at each other wordlessly.

Suddenly, realization dawned, and they pointed accusing fingers while their mouths gaped open.

"Protectors, they are the ones we have to capture!" the administrators yelled.

"Administrators, they are the ones we have to avoid!" the Protectors yelled back.

Both sides glanced upward and then downward for a moment, confirming the blood giant's complete disappearance.

Then it hit them: the protectors suspected, 'How sly, they orchestrated everything just to expose us?'

Meanwhile, the administrators suspected these devious protectors had laid some kind of trap.

After a brief pause, the administrators unleashed their assaults.

Before long, fierce combat erupted between the two factions.

Vritra had plunged into the floodwaters and escaped after his daring ploy, swiftly rejoining the group and entering the air bubble, where they began advancing rapidly.

Thanks to his Evomorph skill and blood manipulation, he blended seamlessly into the water, wiping out all traces of his presence.

"Huff We should be safe for the moment." He said, collapsing to sit as it had drained him considerably.

They only surfaced from the water once they left the city behind.

Navigating through the water let them slay even more mutants, and Vritra spent every point on draws, boosting his stats at a rapid pace.

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[Stats]

(Strength: 9,996)

(Agility: 10,000)

(Endurance: 10,000)

(Spiritual: 10,000)

{Free Attribute: 0}

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{Sin Points: 3}

'Almost there…' he mused, his attributes having soared to ridiculous heights.

He could now obliterate any mutants, humans, or players with a mere slap.

The path forward proved quite leisurely.

After several more hours of travel and dispatching numerous mutants, Vritra chose a towering structure to halt and recuperate.

They swept the area and the building clean, then claimed rooms on the uppermost level.

The instant they stepped into the room, Vritra found himself encircled by his wives.

Weeks had passed without intimacy, fueling their intense cravings.

Vritra burned with equal desire for them, so passionate lovemaking ignited immediately in the chamber.

Over the course of a full day, Vritra pleasured all his wives thoroughly, filling them until utter exhaustion claimed them.

Though their stamina had improved vastly, they couldn't endure the ecstasy he bestowed for extended periods.

With Yasmine now pregnant, their eagerness to bear his seed intensified even further.

They ceased only after their bellies brimmed full, savoring the cozy warmth within.

During their rest, a handful of beasts assaulted the structure, but Shitless and Onest dispatched them effortlessly while toying with them.

After sharing a midday meal, the party pressed on for another full day.

They avoided haste, pausing briefly along the route.

Upon traversing yet another city, a notification appeared before Vritra.

[Two Players have been detected in this city!]

"More players? Sigh." Vritra sighed, blaming Morgan for all the prior headaches.

Two more here? Yet no one in their crew was feeble now.

"Two players lurk in this city—stay vigilant. We might linger here longer since eliminating them is our goal."

Vritra declared, viewing it as a tedious duty they couldn't skip.

After some flight, they spotted a rooftop skirmish atop a structure.

Not a fair fight—several men were pummeling a smaller band.

Needing intel and sin points, Vritra steered toward the building.

He morphed the cart into a boat and glided it across the water, drawing near.

"Boss, a weird boat is coming our way!" a man called out suddenly from the roof.

The rooftop men snapped to attention, peering down at the figures on the boat.

"Women aboard!" the group leader barked, a buzz-cut, pudgy fellow.

He munched mutant flesh while relishing his slaves' thrashing.

"Should we snag them—hold on, they've halted by our spot, hehe, they'll walk right in." Hunter, the leader's brutish deputy, chuckled.

Slow-witted and planless, he excelled in savagery, terrifying everyone inside.

"Boss, let's gauge their power first." Ribbit, the shrewd left-hand man, advised.

"Hmm, Ribbit's got a point—the last time that odd crow-man showed up, we nearly got erased." The boss agreed, exhaling smoke from his nostrils.

His power induced hallucinations, enabling him to slay foes and dominate the thugs here.

All dreaded him; he smoked constantly, and intruders died even in his sleep.

"Let's descend and greet our visitors." Ribbit suggested, rubbing his hands eagerly.

"Boss, those ladies are stunners—if I take out those three dudes, let me claim three." Hunter demanded, eyes gleaming with lust.

In the apocalypse, beyond mere survival, such villains reveled in tormenting victims and females.

"Tsk At most two for you, I'll snag three, and two go to Ribbit." Smoker, the boss, countered.

"Sigh, okay two works, but I pick first!" Hunter insisted.

"Alright alright, down we go to welcome them—earn their trust initially." Ribbit grinned, noting the ten boat-dwellers' uncertainty.

"Halt! What's your business here?" the lower-floor sentries bellowed.

Even they gawked at the seven stunning women.

Vritra rolled his eyes—in a world where women dwindled, his exquisite wives drew inevitable stares.

"W-We were just traveling through, foraging for supplies when mutants struck, killing some friends." Onest replied shakily.

"Sigh, here to rob us?" a guard sneered, dispatching a messenger to the boss.

"No no, we wouldn't dare. Could we rest here briefly? We're worn out from the trek." Shitless added, shrouded to conceal his form.

He resembled a mutant, after all.

"Greetings, friends. I'm Smoker, leader of this building. Welcome—who's your head?" Smoker and crew arrived swiftly on the third floor.

With waters risen high, the boat aligned neatly with it.

"That's me, name's Shitless. If it's okay, may we stay a day? W-We can trade food for it." Shitless offered, voice oddly soft.

'Eight women?!' Smoker, Ribbit, and Hunter exchanged gleeful glances.

"Absolutely, come on in—no charge. We're glad to assist." Smoker beamed warmly.

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