Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 716 Slaves?

Once Vritra obliterated that massive chamber, Shitless—still trapped in his metallic form—plummeted and submerged into the ocean depths.

A mutant soon gobbled him up.

"What should we do, darling? Do we need to help?" Fiona questioned, even though she desperately craved some rest right then.

"I'm certain he'll be alright. Let's head back and rest." Vritra shrugged nonchalantly as the group spun around and soared away.

Hunting through the vast floodwaters for the creature that swallowed him would be utterly futile.

Before long, he'd get spat out amid feces or similar filth, just like last time.

Vritra and his companions disregarded the crowds kowtowing and showering thanks upon them, revering him as their divine savior.

The team swiftly returned to their chambers and collapsed into slumber; the skirmish hadn't dragged on, yet its fury had been overwhelming.

…

A harsh scraping of metal across the floor jolted them awake, mingled with the steady drip of falling water.

"Sounds like Shitless is back." Vritra muttered, then drifted off to sleep again.

Before retreating to his own quarters, the monk kicked wide open Onest's door.

He lingered in metallic form, drenched head to toe and slathered in some vile greenish slime.

"Oh Shitless, you're back? Ha… haha, we were so worried about you, I even searched... wait!"

Speechless, Shitless vaulted onto the bed, slamming down with brutal force.

BANG

The bed splintered apart, drenching both it and Onest in the reeking green sludge.

"Ughh, what is this? It smells like shit." Onest scrubbed at his face, his expression twisted in sheer revulsion.

"100 points, correct answer!" Shitless slapped his metallic hands together, erupting in malevolent laughter.

Onest puked immediately, then dashed for the bathroom.

…

Hours later, Vritra and his wives devoured a scrumptious feast, though Onest and Shitless mysteriously sat it out.

"I'm undergoing my 10th evolution now—have you picked who gets those crystals?" Vritra inquired.

"Yes, Teresa's the choice; her ability shines in battles, after all." Yasmine declared.

Vritra gave a nod—they'd evolve prior to departure, fortifying themselves for battles ahead.

"Let's go, Tess." He offered his hand.

"Yes, husband." With a nod, she clasped it, and they lifted off, ascending beyond the bubble.

After climbing to a suitable altitude and drifting clear of Renko city.

Vritra summoned a massive hovering platform of blood; they seated themselves atop it, spaced apart.

"Let's start." In agreement, they drew forth twenty blue crystals.

With deep breaths, they launched the evolution process, blue energy abruptly inundating the area.

A colossal energy cocoon instantly enveloped them both.

The cocoon's exterior stayed tranquil, but a raging maelstrom of energies churned within.

This climactic evolution surpassed all nine prior ones, flooding their bodies with tremendous power.

Time appeared to halt for Vritra and Teresa; sensation vanished entirely.

Below, the rest lingered in anticipation.

…

Fortuitously, the evolution concluded swiftly, wrapping up just beyond two days.

Cocoons fractured, energy dissolving into the sky, exposing Vritra and Teresa.

They sported new outfits, their old ones shredded beyond repair.

"How did it go?" Teresa inquired, her stunning smile holding Vritra's gaze briefly.

"Perfect," he responded. No attribute boosts occurred, yet he'd claimed this planet's zenith.

No more growth loomed; he stood poised to tackle the tower's trials.

Eradicating those villains now posed no challenge.

"With my new power, I could've sealed every prisoner, wrapping the fight in instants." Teresa stated.

In the real world, no battle-ready ability had been hers.

She'd never needed one before, but circumstances changed—gadgets might've worked as substitutes.

Would these powers endure after real-world return? She pondered.

"Let's descend then—it's time to abandon this realm and rush to the tower." Vritra declared, enfolding her tender hand.

"Husband, do you think back on the Zoratian planet, things would stay peaceful without us?" she wondered.

Her family teemed with scum, yet she held dear ones like Rich, plus faint regard for her brother and grandfather.

"They should be fine—the mutations contained, ample time before trials ignite." Vritra replied.

Time dilation differed here too; their tenure remained short.

"Hmm, I hope all goes smoothly after we conquer this game." She sighed, halting Vritra abruptly.

"No, why did you say that? Sigh."

He was doing everything possible to get back to safety, yet his wife casually waved those ominous flags.

"O-Oh, sorry, I didn't mean it..." Teresa remained rather timid.

Vritra had overlooked it amid the chaos since landing on this planet and her battles, forgetting her emotional fragility.

He drew her close into his embrace and soothed her, "It's okay, but avoid saying stuff like that—it attracts disaster."

"Mhmm." She gave a nod, and once settled, they descended together.

As always, Shitless and Onest bickered over trivial matters, while the women lounged in rest or strolled about gossiping.

Upon Vritra and Teresa's return, everyone swarmed them with a barrage of inquiries.

Vritra nearly announced their departure, but catching Teresa's look, he changed his words instead,

"We'll head out after we eat."

…

Roughly an hour passed before a massive blood cart soared into view overhead, with the group already aboard.

Shitless made sure to drag that young assassin with them.

Ground dwellers spotted the enormous cart and realized their deity was departing.

They pursued and pleaded desperately, yet in mere moments, the cart vanished from sight.

Left behind, they could only lament and push harder to grow stronger.

The protective bubble would endure for ages, granting them ample time to advance.

Hours after their exit, someone emerged from the nearby city and slipped effortlessly into the bubble city.

"Haha, that went perfectly smooth. Haa, why am I just so incredible? Shame those women left too, but hey, they'll slave away for me now, keke."

Maniacal laughter erupted from the man as he strutted off in glee.

…

Vritra's group hurtled through the skies at breakneck pace; only the young assassin struggled to keep up.

Everyone else possessed overwhelming power.

Teresa's invisible barrier had him immobilized, blocking any notion of resistance.

"How distant is your lord Asmodeus?" Shitless demanded, eager for any reason to thrash him.

Vritra dispatched countless blood clones across every direction to slaughter mutants and hunt for useful finds.

Such as players or criminals.

Finally, after hours of flight, a single clone discovered something extraordinarily rare.

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