Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 711 The Prisoners

Believing Magna to be the culprit behind the assassins, Vritra had slain him.

Truthfully, the young assassin confessed that Asmodeus was the one who dispatched these killers.

"Hurry up and speak!" Shitless yelled, waving his belt in a threatening manner.

"Y-Yes, our lord Asmodeus commanded them to kill you all based on a divination.

Someone at his side warned us that you would bring about his death, so…" the young assassin stammered in response.

Vritra clicked his tongue; once he possessed the sin system that detected lies, yet now he trusted only his instincts.

Since Magna lay dead already, regrets held no value.

With the Bubble ability now in his grasp, the city stayed secure for quite some time.

As for Asmodeus, a confrontation loomed inevitable.

"Where is this lord of yours?" Vritra questioned after contemplating various matters.

"I-I don't know, really! We stayed in the next city until our lord ordered us to Renko city to await you," the young man blurted out rapidly.

"Do you have proof that you're all from the same group?" he probed next.

The assassin scanned the scattered corpse fragments, stepped toward one, lifted a severed hand, and revealed a tattoo.

He proceeded to expose the matching tattoo on his own arm.

"…" Vritra harbored doubts; the entire scenario felt off somehow.

"What's your ability?" he demanded with a frown.

"I uhm, I can run really fast." The assassin responded.

"Prove it—go run," Vritra ordered while a blood rope coiled around the young man's feet.

The moment Vritra commanded, the assassin leaped up and bolted at maximum speed; his pace proved remarkably swift.

For certainty, Vritra examined his status panel.

"Onest, for now, just snap his arms. We'll bring him with us, and release him after locating Asmodeus," Vritra directed.

"That's lord Asmodeus for you—wait, please sob, don't break my arms, I'm begging!" He wailed.

CRACK CRACK

Onest wasted no time snapping both hands, as the man howled and wept before being bound and flung aside.

"The city plunges into chaos now their lord is slain," Vritra murmured; earlier witnesses might rally attacks soon.

Vritra's overwhelming strength rendered them powerless—the locals were simply too feeble.

He sighed over the ensuing disorder, yet the act stood irreversible; departure from here approached swiftly.

"Let's sleep longer; we leave after eating," Vritra declared, moving toward his room.

Inside his room, he conjured a blood barrier encasing the building to repel attackers temporarily.

Next, he settled on the bed, enfolded by his wives' embrace.

…

As Vritra and companions rested in peace, a vast throng of humans surged outside, hammering the blood barrier.

Hours of slumber elapsed until Vritra roused, refreshed, and ventured out to assess.

Thousands raged outside in fury and dread—he sensed their turmoil clearly.

"Deal with them, hubby; we'll eat together after," Yasmine murmured, pecking his lips.

"Hmm, just a few minutes," he grinned, smile vanishing upon leaving the room.

"Pitiful one, want me to handle them?" Shitless inquired, knuckles popping.

"Nah, it's fine," Vritra soared past the barrier, overlooking the furious crowd's faces.

Mad roars filled the air, halting briefly as he emerged.

"Why did you kill our lord?! You are evil, he was so good to us all!!"

"We are going to kill you! Even when you attacked him, he forgave you and you assassinated him?"

"He was a kind soul, he cared for us all like we were his children. You killed our god!"

They shouted insanely.

"…" Vritra rolled his eyes—humans inherently craved greed, motivated by gain.

Even purest parent-child ties harbored greed.

Greed flowing from child to parents and vice versa for brighter prospects.

Vritra dismissed their cries, abruptly raising his hand to hush the masses.

"I possess the same ability as your god, so the bubble endures post his death. One more shout, and I abandon this place."

His aura washed over them, chilling all in terror.

Most proved too weak; that pressure alone shattered illusions.

A bubble then formed above Vritra's hand, identical to Magna's.

The crowd stared wide-eyed before kneeling abruptly, voices booming in prayer to Vritra.

"Forgive us, god! We meant no disrespect."

"You are our true god; that bastard Magna was merely a fraud. It was right that you slew him—he had a vile character and even looser morals."

"Thank you for shielding us from that scum. All we have is yours. Please keep guarding us."

The crowd shifted quicker than a flash of lightning, now they prostrated themselves before Vritra, imploring him to remain eternally.

Vritra shook his head indifferently; none of this mattered to him, though he planned to leave the bubble in place for their temporary safety.

Vast energy poured into his arm, causing the bubble to expand massively, far superior to the previous one.

In no time, it swelled to encompass the whole city, engulfing the earlier bubble completely.

Next, he eyed Magna's palace and gestured a tearing motion.

With that done, Vritra spun around and headed back to the room amid the people's ongoing chants of adoration.

Desperately wishing their prior words hadn't angered him.

"You are done already? Let's eat then." Teresa said smilingly, her lovely face uncovered for the moment.

She appeared utterly stunning.

Yet her sight stirred memories of Evelyn in his thoughts, who rivaled her beauty but boasted a starkly different temperament.

Plenty of dishes crowded the table as Vritra and his group settled in, conversing and feasting.

They aimed to depart for the next city post-meal; he'd already eliminated three players, seven still remained.

BOOOOM

Suddenly, a deafening blast echoed, jolting the bubble encasing Renko city.

Vritra's brow furrowed while Shitless spewed hot soup across Onest's face, prompting agonized howls from the man.

BANG BANG

Explosive sounds then boomed from outside, and Vritra sensed his fresh bubble teetering on collapse.

'Oh, I didn't expect anyone powerful enough around here.' He pondered.

Enemies had been either feeble players or mutants, or overwhelmingly potent protectors and administrators.

At last, something shifted.

With an administrator slain before, chaos had erupted, bizarre transformations overtaking the game.

Forsaking the meal, he soared from the structure and beheld the masses lingering, beseeching and praying.

Brushing them aside, he neared the bubble and spotted a massive throng.

The entity hammering the barrier featured a pallid body, warped circular mug, and hammer-resembling limbs.

BANG BANG

Over fifty figures gathered, none human, nor resembling typical humans.

"New arrivals in the game? What's happening?"

"They are probably summoned by the administrator—like antivirus sweeping the zone, slaying whatever seems off." Divine explained.

Administrators wielded great might, yet restraint hampered their efforts.

These foes operated differently; save for injuring players or eradicating humans outright, they acted unbound.

"I'm the virus? Sigh, regardless, who are they precisely? They appear quite formidable." As he talked, Vritra assessed the bunch.

Each possessed stats of exactly 10,000, identical to his, stunning Vritra profoundly.

"These are convicts from the world prison, permitted open slaughter temporarily for serving the gods—what else could they crave?" Divine replied.

Fine fissures crept over the bubble; should it shatter, floods and mutants would pour in.

Vritra eyed the folk; he wasn't overly fond of them, yet he'd protect them if feasible.

Naturally, sans extra exertion—if peril mounted, they'd manage solo.

"Criminals... with matching stats capped at ten thousand. Outcome rests on skills and know-how, though they total fifty." Vritra scowled.

Whereas his side numbered merely ten.

Fiona, Yasmine, Vanessa, Diana, Maeve, Teresa, Yennefer, Shitless, and Onest ascended behind him, airborne.

Only post-ninth evolution could they take flight.

This clash promised immense peril.

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