Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 717 Stolen

Following an exhausting journey at breakneck speeds, Vritra and his companions were simply lounging atop the massive blood cart.

The sight drew plenty of stares, yet mutants got obliterated by spiritual blasts in an instant, and humans kept their distance out of fear.

As they pressed on toward the towers, Vritra had dispatched numerous blood clones in every direction.

Even though his power had hit the pinnacle of evolution in this realm, they still hunted for additional criminals.

Soon enough, one of Vritra's blood clones discovered something noteworthy.

Vritra reclined luxuriously on a bed, encircled by his wives, reveling in utter comfort.

Suddenly, the blood cart halted sharply, prompting Vritra to snap his eyes open.

"Hmm, now what's this?" Though he linked his senses to the clones, the view remained somewhat fuzzy.

Regardless, it felt massively impressive and unique.

"Did they find anything, hubby?" Yasmine inquired with a yawn.

"Yeah, but don't worry, just go back to sleep." He replied, stroking her back gently.

"Mmm." Yasmine murmured, nodding before shutting her eyes and nestling into his embrace.

'Is it worth investigating?' Vritra pondered.

Ultimately, he chose to approach nearer by flight and confirm it posed no grave threat, ideally spotting a player or more criminals.

The blood cart resumed motion, veering slightly off course. In the separate chambers, Shitless and Onest sensed the shift but settled back to relax.

…

Over two hours of travel later, Vritra reached what appeared to be a colossal spaceship.

It matched precisely the designs from Earth's web series.

Resting on the ground with a massive scorch mark, it could easily accommodate thousands.

Vritra rose at last and soared from the blood cart with the group, leaving them all utterly stunned.

"What the fuck?" Vritra blurted, eyes bulging in shock.

What kind of ridiculous game was this? Anything imaginable was popping up now?

A goddamn spaceship? Was the game even fair anymore? The gods were clearly mocking everyone.

"Did aliens invade or something?" Fiona wondered, recalling her old SciFi film binges.

"Whoa, this thing's constructed purely from energy." Teresa examined the spaceship closely.

Vritra inspected it too, sensing solid material rather than mere energy.

"Tess, what do you mean?" He questioned, knowing her expertise in such matters.

"I meant the entire ship was conjured by one person's ability. So no alien invasion—just possibly its creator." Teresa clarified, visibly impressed.

"Oh, could it be a player?" Vritra mused, having gotten no alerts about nearby players moments ago.

"Wait here, I'll go check it out." Vritra declared, but Teresa grabbed his hand before he could depart.

"Husband, can I come along?" She pleaded eagerly, the goth mommy clearly fascinated by the ship.

"Alright, let's go." Grasping her hand, Vritra took off, shielding the rest in a protective bubble.

They touched down beside the gigantic structure, detecting no signs of life within.

The entrance sealed shut with no obvious way in. Vritra prepared to force it open when Teresa stepped forward.

"Husband, let me open it." She offered, approaching the door and its adjacent panel, channeling her ability.

Moments later, the door slid open—she truly was a prodigy.

"Good job, Tess." He ruffled her hair affectionately, then ventured inside.

Astonishingly, the interior glowed brightly, mimicking futuristic alien tech from television.

Weird weapons lined the walls alongside unfamiliar gadgets Vritra had never encountered.

Teresa's curiosity peaked; she explored every inch like an excited child.

"Looks like it's been deserted." Vritra muttered after some wandering.

"Tess, do you think this thing can work?" He inquired.

"We will have to go into the control room to check." She replied, thrilled at the prospect of piloting it.

Should it function, the trip to the tower would become a breeze.

Vritra agreed with a nod, and they delved deeper into the ship.

Meanwhile, outside on the blood cart, the young assassin—arms shattered—stirred awake upon realizing the stop.

He rubbed his eyes, sat up, and spotted the massive ship, his gaze widening in shock.

"T-That's my lord's ship, it's Lord Asmodeus's ship!!" He yelled in thrill, then smirked smugly, chuckling as he taunted:

"You are all done for now, once he finds what you have done to me and those assassins he is so going to kill you all kekeke."

"Hold on, where's that other fellow? Don't tell me he boarded the ship?!! Hehe, that's like marching right into their doom."

BANG

Before he could even finish, a powerful kick slammed into his face, shattering his nose.

"Shut the fuck up. If we actually find that shitty lord of yours, you're dead." Shitless growled, stomping him again with his metal feet.

The young assassin fell silent right away.

Within the ship, Vritra and Teresa quickly reached the control room.

She dove into the task, inspecting every detail. At times, a frown crossed her features, followed by a flash of insight.

Right on the spot, she grasped its workings, pinpointed the issues, and started repairing them.

Vritra simply watched her in action. She appeared incredibly stunning, and as she bustled about, her breasts bounced more noticeably than the rest of her.

Eventually, she announced, "Whoever built this did solid work, but they couldn't get it running."

"Can you fix it?" he inquired. Their journey would speed up dramatically if successful.

"Yes, I can." She answered with full assurance.

"Excellent, but to be safe, let's remove it from here."

With that, they exited the vessel, and Teresa tucked it into her inventory.

"How did it go?" Vanessa questioned as Vritra and Teresa returned to the blood cart.

"No one was there, but Teresa can get it operational. Once it's up, we'll reach the tower in no time." He responded.

"Vritra, the assassin mentioned the ship belongs to his lord, Asmodeus." Onest informed him.

"Oh yeah, what powers does Asmodeus possess?" Vritra had nearly overlooked inquiring.

"That's Lord Asmodeus for you, a- and he crafts all sorts of unprecedented powerful tech. Like that massive ship." The assassin boasted, only to get kicked in the face by Shitless.

"Did he ditch this ship?" Vritra pressed on.

"Yes." The battered assassin nodded hastily.

That explained why Vritra hadn't received a player presence alert, though it ended up benefiting them immensely.

"Alright, let's move. We'll halt at another spot and have Tess fix it up." Vritra declared.

The assassin got tossed into the tiny prison as everyone else headed back to their quarters.

The blood cart resumed its flight once more, soaring toward the tower.

…

Hours later, Vritra brought the cart to a halt. The area around them lacked any signs of life.

A few mutants appeared, but they were swiftly eliminated.

After forming a vast blood-soaked field, they touched down, and Vritra summoned the huge flying ship.

"Time to get to work!" Teresa exclaimed with enthusiasm, as the others followed her aboard.

Everyone else shared her captivation.

Not far off, at the ship's former marked location.

Around thirty men showed up, hauling plenty of gear—including heaps of fuel and energy stones excavated from a cavern.

"No worries, lord. With these supplies, the ship will surely fly. Leave it to us." One subordinate assured boldly.

They'd handled much of the build already, despite remaining fixes needed.

"Yes, lord, rest easy—we'll hit the tower first and claim every reward." The followers flattered the leader at the forefront.

"Hmm, excellent. Succeed, and you'll get handsome rewards too." The burly, muscle-bound man rumbled deeply.

Dozens of gold, silver, platinum, and other metallic ornaments decked him out, studded with dazzling rubies and diamonds.

He gleamed brilliantly.

Asmodeus wasn't one for commanding teams, yet his ability demanded lots of hands, forcing him to drag them despite the annoyance.

"Haha, thanks lord! We'll serve you faithfully." A middle-aged man beamed.

"Idiot, that came out weird. Haha, lord, he means use us any way you like." Someone else chimed in to correct.

Asmodeus rolled his eyes—he'd tough it out a bit longer.

They trekked further into a clearing, where he jerked his chin and commanded,

"Haul the materials in."

"Yes, lord." The group acknowledged, spinning toward the ship—then froze in disbelief.

"B-But lord, the ship's gone."

Whoosh

A gust swept through, fluttering their garments as they gawked in shocked quiet.

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