Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 715 Forgetting something?

The hammer guy hammered Yasmine with every ounce of his strength, yet no matter his furious strikes, her barrier showed not the slightest crack.

'What's going on? Why won't her barrier shatter? Is it truly that formidable?' he pondered, utterly oblivious to the rest of the battlefield.

The more indestructible it appeared, the fiercer his urge to demolish it became. He completely disregarded the fox creature's desperate pleas for aid.

Suddenly, a lethal pressure materialized on his right flank. The hammer guy froze for an instant, shock widening his eyes.

Directly in his vision, a colossal blood hand emerged, surging with overwhelming energy.

With no opportunity to evade, he desperately raised his arms across his chest, praying to withstand the blow.

BOOOOOOOOOM!!

The ferocious blast rattled the entire chamber, hurling a nightmarish torrent of energy skyward.

BOOOM!

It smashed into the ceiling, splintering the enclosure as the greenish-black jelly-like beast howled in torment and shriveled away.

The leader soared into the air while the ravaging energy devoured his whole form. Vritra had unleashed nearly half his power in that devastating strike.

He surveyed the dumbfounded cluster of inmates gaping skyward in bewilderment.

Vritra didn't dawdle. He swept his gaze over the mob once more, swiftly memorizing their flaws.

Cascades of intense spiritual shocks then poured onto roughly twenty adversaries, each instantly sensing their skulls ready to burst.

Meanwhile, his hands morphed into blades stretching several meters, horrifically keen, slashing through the dazed prisoners' bodies.

WHOOSH

Teresa encased every prisoner Vritra targeted in ice, leaving them unable to evade or defend.

KCCHH

Their bodies got savagely ripped asunder, with all his wives leaping back into the fight to support him.

Yasmine heaved for breath; luckily, the protective charm had activated just in time, or they'd have faced dire straits.

Her hand trembled as she clutched her belly.

Vritra's form divided into thousands of clones, allowing him at last to transform several of those beasts into parasites.

He commanded them to turn on each other, plunging the battlefield into total pandemonium.

Up in the heavens, the hammer guy had been catapulted kilometers high, his body thoroughly mangled.

With the energy finally fading, grievous injuries marred him everywhere.

Both arms—the pride of his arsenal—had vanished entirely, shoulders and all.

One foot was missing too, alongside massive perforations in his torso; he cut a truly wretched figure.

Yet he barely clung to life.

'I must flee, he's a m-monster!!' For the first time, the deranged felon knew real terror.

Not even during his capture and exile to the world prison, nor his near-execution, had fear gripped him.

Thrill had filled him instead, amplified by this very opportunity they'd received.

Now, however, terror wracked him, every inch of his being urging flight, escape to anywhere distant.

The remnants of his frame quaked fiercely, bizarre fluid streaming from his eyes.

'I have to run, run!' One glimpse at Vritra sent the hammer guy whirling away in a new direction.

Distance from that fiend would make everything right—even the prison seemed paradise by comparison.

But abruptly, an unseen chamber enveloped him, locking his body rigid.

'What? Who?' His pupils twitched toward the veiled woman, her eyes blazing with fury.

Would these very weaklings he'd ridiculed earlier now end him?

"Running somewhere?" A voice like glacial death rang out from behind.

The chamber dissolved, yet before another escape attempt, a hand blurred forth, seizing his throat.

"Weak, weak, you are far too weak." Vritra intoned, head shaking in scorn.

The hammer guy glanced downward, baffled at the fox creature's absence—their sole ticket to triumph.

"Looking for this?" Vritra hoisted his free hand, clutching the space-ability fox creature's mutilated cadaver.

"H-How?" He couldn't grasp the instantaneous turnaround; hadn't victory been theirs moments ago?

His fixation alone had handed Vritra the chance.

"Since you like this thing so much, then you can have him."

As Vritra declared it, twin blood hands conjured from nothing—one clamping the criminal's jaw, the other his upper palate.

The hands wrenched apart amid a grotesque, ripping snap.

His maw tore wide; Vritra then rammed the fox's ravaged corpse inside, shoving it ever deeper.

The leader's eyes bulged in horror, powerless to fight back, tears overflowing.

Agony and revulsion tore through him as the corpse kept shoving deeper into his body, ripping him apart from within.

Before long, the whole corpse had been forced into the leader, his throat bulging on the verge of exploding, just like his distended belly.

"Are you still hungry? Keep feeding him more corpses!" Vritra commanded, while his blood clones—still slaughtering prisoners below—started dragging corpses over to the hammer guy.

He hung back, simply watching as corpse after corpse got crammed inside one by one.

And after a brief moment…

BOOM

His stomach and throat erupted savagely, flinging chunks of flesh, organs, and weird fluids in every direction.

Excruciating pain consumed him, yet even this failed to kill him.

The leader's eyes pleaded desperately, silently begging for death.

"Hmm, I don't like his eyes. Gouge them out." He drawled lazily, prompting the blood clones to claw and yank at the eyeballs.

Once the eyes popped, their hands thrust into the sockets, probing toward the brain.

Finally, the leader died when his brain was wrenched from his skull and shredded to bits.

[You have obtained a blue crystal!]

"Let's wrap this up quickly." Vritra muttered, as he swiftly began slaying the remaining prisoners.

In no time, he had gathered exactly 54 blue crystals.

Yet that was sufficient for only two people.

Vritra intended to take one for himself; for the other, he'd let his wives make the call.

Shitless and Onest would rank last, as always.

"Sigh, that was intense. My body is hurting…" Vritra still felt the pain throbbing everywhere, even though his body had fully regenerated.

This abrupt dive into the game had caught them totally off guard.

The game grew weirder with each passing day—they had to clear it fast.

"Let's rest for a bit in Renko city, then we'll continue." Vritra declared as they spun around and flew back toward the bubble.

"Huh? But aren't we forgetting something?" Onest asked, scratching his head.

After flying farther, they finally recalled: there were only nine of them—where was the tenth?

All turned back as one, scanning the floodwaters.

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