Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 709 The Failed Assassination

"So do any of you want to join me in my great cause?" Magna inquired gravely.

Vritra rolled his eyes, stunned by the sheer nerve of this idiot for propositioning his wives directly in his presence.

Regardless of good or evil, lord or otherwise, he had committed a fatal blunder.

"Tell me, do any of you want to join my hare-" Magna was mid-sentence when a fierce wind gust slammed into his forehead, hurling the lord backward.

Blood trickled from Magna's forehead as the entire hall's occupants leaped to their feet in utter astonishment.

Everyone's eyes then shifted to Vritra, whose hand remained outstretched after flicking at the empty space.

"Lord, are you okay?" A few men rushed to assist Magna to his feet while the rest encircled Vritra.

"You must have a death wish, daring to assault our lord right before our eyes!!"

They poised themselves to strike at him.

"Wait COUGH Are they your wives? Every single one?" Magna questioned upon rising, wiping blood from his brow.

"Yeah." Vritra replied curtly, his gaze sharpened, poised to obliterate this fool.

"Ah, my mistake then. I should've checked first. Sorry, haha." He shook his head and genuinely apologized, catching Vritra off guard.

"No problem. Everyone, sit back down. By the way, you're incredibly powerful. Care to remain here?" Magna returned to his throne, smiling as he posed the question.

'Perfect. If I decline, he'll rage and try forcing me to stay—ideal chance to eliminate him.' Vritra pondered before shaking his head.

"No, I can't. I have to head elsewhere."

"Shame. This city would be much safer with your strength. But go as you wish." Magna shrugged casually.

'What's happening here? Aren't all players supposed to be scum? How is this one decent? Sigh, still gotta take him out.' Vritra mused.

In an instant, they became the villains invading a tranquil city, slaying its leader and dooming it to ruin.

"Feel free to stay as long as you like. Plenty of food and vacant homes available. Just avoid any crimes." Magna declared.

'I sense he's wicked, yet can't confirm it.' Vritra thought, narrowing his eyes before nodding.

He stepped aside with the group, opting to watch him a while longer.

Magna stopped leering at the women, focusing instead on hearing issues and resolving them.

The gathering concluded shortly after, with Magna rising and approaching Vritra.

"I'm Magna. Who might you be?" he asked, offering his hand.

"I'm Einstein." Vritra responded, clasping hands with him.

"What an unusual name—I've never heard it before. So, Einstein, where are you headed?" The lord inquired, motioning for them to exit the hall.

As they strolled, Vritra replied: "Toward that massive tower. Rumors say it holds a treasure. Aren't you planning to check it out?"

"No, I'm not. And I suggest you steer clear too—it's extremely perilous from what I've heard." Magna warned before adding:

"How about I host dinner for you all tonight?"

Dusk was falling as Vritra glanced skyward and agreed.

He needed some rest before pressing on to the next city anyway.

This marked the third player he'd met; without the city at stake, he'd have slain him already.

That Sonic had razed a whole city—wouldn't he be no different?

During their conversation, Magna guided them to a lavish residence.

Numerous servants bustled about, all attractive maids.

Before long, they gathered around a grand table laden with steaming, delicious meals.

The women watched him quietly, anticipating his villainous side to emerge.

Yet nothing occurred; he conversed pleasantly through the meal, after which they departed.

"Master, allow me to spy on him via the shadows." Maeve proposed.

"Fine, foxie. We'll depart tomorrow after dealing with him." Vritra agreed.

They were escorted to a vacant house, neatly kept, spotless, and stocked with provisions.

Shitless and Onest claimed separate rooms, whereas Vritra and his wives shared one large chamber.

The night dragged endlessly without sleep, filled with moans as Vritra held his wives close all evening.

He'd saved room at dinner for his beloved milk from mommy.

Vanessa gladly nursed her son.

Only at four a.m. did they finally drift off.

Darkness still cloaked the sky as shadowy figures darted toward the house swiftly.

Concealed in gloom, they crept silently and reached the hallway soon enough.

"Confirmed the location?" One of the ten whispered faintly.

"Yes, this is their spot." Another confirmed softly.

"No noise at all. Boss ordered a silent wipeout of them all." The leader instructed.

Seasoned killers, they figured dispatching three men and seven sleeping women would be effortless.

"Relax, boss picked us for a reason—he trusts our skills." One boasted smugly.

"And just how skilled are you?" A voice abruptly echoed from behind.

"Ha! What kind of question is that? We took out the country's president at the apocalypse's start, then the queen of-" He boasted while turning, only to see eleven silhouettes in the dark instead of ten.

"Who the hell are you?!!" He nearly yelled, terrified.

The leader swiftly struck at the stranger's head.

CLANG

The blade clashed against something solid and rebounded.

"Who dispatched you?" The figure demanded coolly.

'M-My strike missed?' The leader reeled in disbelief; his blows never failed, especially up close.

Was his defense unbreakable?

Realizing victory was impossible, he hissed: "Run."

He leaped away, hurling a peculiar orb at the figure to escape.

Vritra advanced, eyes fixed on the leader.

Crimson tentacles erupted everywhere, ensnaring every assassin before they could flee the premises.

"Did the lord send you?" He interrogated the stunned group of ten.

"Aren't you Adam? This strong?!!" The leader gaped; they never anticipated such power.

"We won't talk, no matter what! Even if our boss lusted after those women, we won't reveal who or why!!" One bellowed defiantly.

Vritra sighed; these weren't fools—any words could be fabrications.

'No other foes here; prior ones who knew me are gone. Only one player aware of me.' He concluded, increasingly convinced Magna was behind it.

"Tell me!" He commanded, ripping one assassin's head clean off.

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