Raising My Trash Ability into a Broken SSS+ Rank Skill Chapter 719 The Master Mind

"Hmm? Yeah, I'm Asmodeus. How did you find out my name?" His smile faded away as he questioned.

The minions around him served mostly as laborers, adding barely anything to the group's fighting strength.

Thus, should a fight erupt, Asmodeus could only count on his own power.

'How could they know my name? Could it be that they lured us here, rather than us pursuing them?'

A ominous premonition surged within Asmodeus's chest.

"T- Tell me, how exactly did you hijack this vessel?!!" Now his arrogance had waned, and a hint of terror laced his tone.

"Just like this." Vritra replied, reclining as he placed a hand on the massive flying ship, which vanished in an instant.

"H- Huh? What? A space ability?" Baffled, he stammered.

Vritra summoned the flying ship once more, and then Teresa laid her hand on it, making it vanish anew.

"Y- You have a space ability as well? How is that possible?" Asmodeus's breaths came in heavy gasps, the burden of his jewelry feeling even heavier now.

"Well, my wife fixed up this ship, but she mentioned we require a key to activate it." As he spoke, Vritra nodded subtly toward Shitless.

"Huh? Poor fool, why the eye roll?" Shitless inquired, eagerly anticipating the impending mayhem.

"Haa, this monk…" Vritra slapped his forehead with his hand; this monk seemed to be deteriorating further.

Or had he always been this dim-witted?

"Sir Shitless, could you kindly fetch that assassin here?" Vritra requested with a gentle smile that left the monk utterly terrified.

Such a vibe-ruiner and total disgrace, this monk.

"Oh y- yes, sir!" He snapped a swift salute; inexplicably, he was certain Vritra would hurl him into the floodwaters if provoked.

Death wouldn't claim him, yet Shitless had no desire to endure that vile sensation once more.

Especially not a third round.

He dashed off promptly as Vritra shook his head and pressed on:

"And rumor has it the key involves… your hands, your eyes, and your energy. Correct?"

GULP

Sweat poured profusely down Asmodeus's face as he swallowed hard; he'd never imagined anyone could comprehend the mechanism.

"…" Words escaped him entirely.

"Thus, my intention was to tear off your hands, gouge out your eyes, and sustain you briefly to drain your energy." Vritra remarked offhandedly.

"L- Lord, what nonsense is this fool spouting? How dare he insult you!! Release me, and I'll crush him!!" One lackey bellowed, fury twisting his features.

"…" Asmodeus struggled to shake off the man's desperate grip on his arm.

"Sigh, since you wish to spare them, handle your own men then, lord." The middle-aged fellow sighed deeply and retreated.

"Uwaaaaah L- Let me go, Baldy, and don't you dare insult lord Asmodeus!!" A piercing shriek erupted suddenly.

Shitless hauled the assassin forward by his hair.

Then he flung him down before Asmodeus.

"What prompted you to dispatch these assassins after me?" Vritra demanded, his voice turning grave.

"Huh? Who's this punk? I merely took in these worthless scum; I have no idea-" Asmodeus stared at the young assassin's face, puzzled.

And what drivel was this about assassination? Hadn't they just encountered each other?

"Lorrrdddd!! H- How could you… SOB How could you forsake me when danger struck? They perished for you; see what they've done to me!! That Baldy even SOB hurled me into filthy water."

Tears streamed from the young man as he wailed.

Vritra's brow furrowed while observing the spectacle; who among them spoke falsehoods?

"Huh? You idiot scum, I never-" Asmodeus exploded in wrath, cursing as he jabbed a finger at the assassin.

Yet the moment he pointed, the assassin hacked fiercely, blood filling his eyes while his throat ballooned.

"L- Lord, UGHH y- you didn't GRRKKK need to slay COUGH COUGH me just to cover the m- matter…"

BOOM

Abruptly, the assassin's throat burst open, sending his head soaring elsewhere.

Startled, Asmodeus leaped backward; since when had he grown so powerful? In awe, he examined his fingers—had he gained a hidden power without realizing?

Vritra: "…"

"All thirty of you, flee at once." Vritra drawled indifferently, eyes locked on Asmodeus.

"L- Lord…" They gazed at him with steadfast resolve.

"Guys…" For the first time, Asmodeus regarded their expressions with genuine pride.

He'd always berated and thrashed them, yet amid this life-threatening peril, they remained loyal at his side.

Even staring death down, they refused to desert—

"Stay safe, lord; we'll await your return." One subordinate uttered mournfully.

He turned to Vritra, snarling fiercely even as he covertly edged rearward: "Don't you dare rough up our lord excessively, especially not his face, or… or we'll return!"

With a confident nod toward Asmodeus, pretending they had the upper hand, the men whipped around and fled in panic.

'These fucking bitches, agggghhhhhh' He glared at Vritra and demanded impatiently, "Can you kill those guys first?"

Vritra rolled his eyes, disregarding the escaping men, and pressed once more: "Tell me, were you really behind all this?"

Asmodeus stared at the corpse, then let out a heavy sigh—would his explanation even count?

He himself was utterly baffled by the chaos unfolding.

"Of course I wasn't! I don't even know you people. I only showed up chasing this ship—mine, or yours now. Let me go, haha, pretty please?" he pleaded, knowing pride could wait when it had to.

No one else lingered nearby either.

"Do you know a guy named Magna?" Vritra asked, crossing his arms over his chest.

He'd normally slaughter someone like this without hesitation, but far too many mysteries clouded his mind.

"Magna? Hell yeah, I know that bastard. He's my mortal foe—why wouldn't I?!" Rage surged through Asmodeus in an instant.

"Oh? What's his ability? What went down between you two?" Vritra probed, aware the flying ship's key was right there.

They could race to the tower in record time now.

"His power copies in a unique way—he spawns clones, it's pretty tricky—" Asmodeus started explaining before getting cut off.

"What? Isn't it the bubble ability?" Vritra questioned, just as he'd suspected, something was rotten from the very start.

"No, the bubble power belonged to Mentro, Magna's buddy—wait, don't say he took Mentro out too? Sigh, I warned that fool…" Asmodeus shook his head.

He went on: "Magna nearly wiped out my woman but fully slaughtered my brothers. He massacred plenty back on our home planet as well."

"Hmm, then who did I actually kill? The status window clearly showed Magna's name." Vritra scowled; he'd taken down a player, no doubt.

"Was it that Mentro? But how?" Vritra swiftly sketched Magna's face in mid-air using blood.

"Is that him?"

"Yeah, that's Magna. You killed him?" Asmodeus couldn't fathom that sly bastard dropping so quick.

He outfoxed a thousand foxes and brimmed with savagery—a true psychopath.

"But the guy I killed wielded the bubble ability, so he's still kicking?"

Vritra had no clue how the clone power functioned, yet Magna's scheme was clicking into place.

Those assassins were truly his handiwork!!

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